Mu Ming only saw the private message from the official Xinlang the next day, after all, there will be no mobile phone and no pad, and no one can turn on the computer 24 hours a day.
After reading the private message, Mu Ming's first feeling was why this content was so familiar, and after thinking about it for a few seconds, she remembered the account that she directly deleted last night and claimed to be "Xinlang Official".
Mu Ming twitched the corners of her mouth, the account of her feelings was real.
Mu Ming boarded QQ and found the friend application with the name "Xinlang Weibo-Liu Yan".
After agreeing, he thought for a while and sent a message: "Hello, I'm Mu Ming." ” The other party seemed to be in front of the computer, and after only a few seconds, the reply message was sent: "Hello Mr.
Mu Ming, I am a staff member of Xinlang Weibo, and my name is Liu Yan." ” "You said that about Weibo, we can have a place for cooperation, what does this mean?"
Mu Ming didn't greet politely, and asked straight to the point.
To be reasonable, this kind of behavior of typing and chatting is really stupid.
Liu Yan obviously felt the same way, and directly told the promotion of Mu Ming's Weibo and the "Micro Novel Contest" at the moment.
Of course, he won't say that it is to target Teng Xun's Weibo movements, but just explain the story written by Mu Ming.
Although Mu Ming was skeptical of Liu Yan's vague explanation, he was not ready to delve into it, anyway, he took advantage of it.
Mu Ming is a little interested in this "micro-novel", and vaguely remembers in her memory that many jokes that have been widely circulated on the Internet in her previous life originated from this.
Mu Ming's fingers jumped, and in an instant, four or five lines of words appeared on the screen: "Wedding night.
M: 'Does it hurt?'
’ Female: 'Hurt......
Man: 'Forget it?
’ Woman: 'Don't!
’” Mu Ming sent this short paragraph over and asked, "Is that the case?"
” Liu Yan was still thinking about how to explain the creation requirements of microfiction to Mu Ming, and when he saw the paragraph sent by Mu Ming, he was first overjoyed, and then gasped like a toothache.
This Nima, how should this thing be counted.
You say that he is not good, the time, background, characters, plot, logical relationship, everything, and it also leaves a lot of room for imagination; But you have to say that he is okay, anyway, Liu Yan thinks that if his team members recommend him a work like this, he can be scolded to death by himself.
After hesitating for a long time, Liu Yan pondered the wording: "Mr.
Mu Ming, this story is really good.
However, our requirement is that we still hope that the work should be about 100 words as much as possible.
And the content and idea should be more mainstream. ” Mu Ming grinned and stole fun in front of the screen, this joke was a very popular story on the Internet in her previous life.
The original story is a very warm story like being bitten by a mosquito.,It's just that a great god intercepted a conversation in the middle.,And then the little fresh turned yellow in a second.。
Mu Ming's post is just a joke, and he can't really write such a story without Liu Yan saying it, it's too low.
After thinking about a few classic jokes that she had seen in her previous life, Mu Ming reposted a paragraph of the past.
"I was blind in a car accident, so I never knew what my girlfriend looked like.
That year, she had stomach cancer, and she gave me a cornea transplant on her deathbed.
The first thing I did when I regained my light was to look for a picture of her, but all I found was a blank photo she left me with the sentence written on it: 'Don't think about me anymore, the next person you fall in love with is what I look like.' ’” Liu Yan looked at the story that Mu Ming re-sent, and couldn't help but admire it in his heart.
Because of the short subject matter, microfiction often needs to rely on a certain sentence and inner resonance to move readers.
And the last sentence of Mu Ming's story is undoubtedly a sentence that "pierces people's hearts".
In particular, in the case of watching a yellow storm first, such a story is even more warm.
"This story can be directly entered."
Liu Yan whispered excitedly.
When he was preparing for the competition, he was always worried about what to do if the quality of the works he participated in the competition was not enough.
After all, although microfiction is not a new subject in the field of traditional literature, this is the first attempt in the field of online literature.
"Mr.
Mu Ming, this story of yours is very exciting, I think it can be used directly to participate in the main competition."
Liu Yan sent a message with a little excitement.
Before he thought about it, Mu Ming on the other side sent a sentence: "Forget this paragraph, I'll write another one when the time comes." ” Mu Ming naturally didn't mean to show off, but he was a little unsure when this story appeared, after all, when he saw it, this story had been circulating on the Internet for a long time.
So after thinking about it again, he decided to give up this story.
Moreover, Mu Ming doesn't like this kind of tragic story very much.
He still prefers the kind of plot where everyone is happy and happy.
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Well-Mu Ming has always considered herself a rather tacky person.
Liu Yan is indispensable, anyway, what he wants is just popularity.
As long as the quality is about the same, Mu Ming likes to write whatever she likes.
Next, the two talked about some specific things.
For example, Mu Ming has to forward and promote the content of the microfiction contest as required, and try not to post similar content on other platforms, such as Tengxun Weibo.
Correspondingly, Liu Yan also promised him that he could give more pushes to "Soul Ferry".
If Mu Ming doesn't say anything about this, Liu Yan will also do it, after all, this is a matter of profit for both parties.
What Mu Ming needs is a channel for publicity, and what Xinlang needs is high-quality content, all in order to attract popularity.
However, what surprised Mu Ming somewhat was that after hearing that he was preparing the publication plan of "Soul Ferry", Liu Yan promised to help him introduce several large publishing houses or publishing companies.
Although it was just an introduction, Mu Ming was still very grateful, after all, what he lacked was a channel of contact.
Turning off the chat box, Mu Ming exhaled slightly excitedly.
Since my attention is much greater than I originally expected, many of the original plans must be adjusted accordingly.
After a little thought, Mu Ming opened Xinlang Weibo and uploaded two new blog posts: "It's surprising that the number of fans has suddenly increased so much.
I looked at the comments and thank you all for liking the story I wrote.
{Thanks} {Thanks}" "I saw people say that the story was too brief, like a synopsis.
That's right, these stories are a long novel I originally conceived called "Soul Ferry".
Because I don't know if anyone likes it, I sent a simplified version of the plot.
If there are many people who like it, how about I publish the full version of the novel?
” Mu Ming was originally going to wait for the original six stories to be written, and she was mentioning the publication of the physical book, after all, she should have accumulated some popularity at that time.
However, the first delivery of the salary wave helped Mu Ming complete the goal in half of the time ahead of schedule, so Mu Ming also announced her plan in advance.
But in this way, I have to hurry up and write the full version of the novel.
Mu Ming sighed, she was busy now.