[This must be a big shot from Flying Donkey's heavenly rankings coming to Tomato to make quick money. Look at this writing style, the sense of rhythm is fully locked in, and it mysteriously fits with Flying Donkey's writing style.]
[Quick look, it rose another rank. This is only 20,000 words, and it already made me feel good several times. Definitely a heavenly ranking big shot.]
[@Four Nine, are you okay? Hurry up and update. Your first place throne is about to be exploded.]
[Could this be a Singularity big shot coming to dominate the rankings? I'm a bit suspicious.]
Four Nine: [Don't rush me. I'm stuck on the writing now. I already added 10,000 words today, and now I can't update at all.]
[Haha, Four Nine is anxious, really anxious. To actually make Four Nine add more chapters, letting you slack off every day. Are you happy now? Even the donkeys in the production team don't dare rest like you do. Hurry up and go write.]
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In the Yue Opera theater, Jiang Hua had been busy all morning and finally had some free time.
Just then, his phone rang. It was an unfamiliar landline number.
"Hello, who is it?"
"Are you Dada Yan Nanfei? I'm Qing Xuan, the editor from Tomato. Bro, I've been waiting for you all morning. Contacting authors privately is already against the rules. Hurry up and sign the contract."
"Quickly add my QQ. I'll arrange recommendations for you."
He had forgotten while being busy. Now he was a member of the establishment. When at work, it was work time.
Only after getting off work could he handle his own matters.
"Sorry, I was just working and only now taking a break. I'll sign the contract right away."
Jiang Hua opened the author assistant app, filled in his bank card and ID card information, and the contract was approved instantly.
As for QQ, it seemed all his platform accounts had been taken back by the company.
He registered a new QQ account and added the editor's number.
A message popped up from the other side immediately.
[Qing Xuan: Yan Nanfei?]
[Yan Nanfei: Yes, it's me.]
[Qing Xuan: Holy shit, aren't you that Jiang Hua I know, the one from the boy band?]
Jiang Hua rubbed his nose. He wasn't that famous, was he?
[Yan Nanfei: I think it should be, probably, yes.]
The other side fell into silence. Could it be that his girlfriend chased after the former boy band and then they broke up? Such a huge grudge.
[Qing Xuan: Have you been doing well recently? My girlfriend is your fan.]
See, more or less the same.
[I'm doing very well. I'm a member of the establishment now, so I'm a bit busy.]
[Qing Xuan: Okay, okay, I won't disturb you then. I've decided to give your novel an early premiere at 80,000 words. If the data is good, we'll arrange short video promotion.]
Jiang Hua was delighted. He wanted to make quick money now. This was really a timely help.
[Thank you. I'll write up to 80,000 words as soon as possible.]
[Qing Xuan: By the way, can your identity be revealed? It would help with further promotion.]
Jiang Hua thought for a moment. Just then, Director Cai walked in.
He immediately asked, "Teacher Cai, I wrote a novel as a part-time job in the evening. They're asking if my identity can be revealed for promoting the novel."
Director Cai Fei was stunned for a moment. This young man sure acted fast.
But those in the establishment could take part-time jobs after work as long as it wasn't against the rules.
She was still afraid that young people might not be able to handle it well. She said, "Part-time work is fine, but it's better not to reveal your identity. What did you write? Let me review it."
Jiang Hua also tended not to reveal his identity. After all, the novel should win on its own merits.
So he replied to the editor: [I'm a member of the establishment now. It's not very convenient.]
[Qing Xuan: No worries, no worries. I understand. Write as quickly as you can so I can arrange the premiere.]
Jiang Hua handed his phone to the director and opened his novel.
The director looked at it in a daze. Young people these days liked this stuff. She didn't quite understand it, only feeling it lacked logic.
But there was nothing against the rules either. She returned the phone to Jiang Hua.
She said, "When will you write a novel to promote Yue Opera?"
Jiang Hua rubbed his head. "I have to work now. The next one, the next one I'll write about an opera god to promote Yue Opera."
Director Cai nodded with satisfaction. This young man was quite good, followed the rules, and knew to report.
...
With motivation, Jiang Hua wrote 60,000 words in just two days. He even utilized voice typing.
Damn, this writing efficiency was top-notch. He even had two chapters in stock.
This left those big shot authors on Tomato in a miserable state.
The new book rankings were all dominated. How could they even play? Even Four Nine Dada gave up the chase.
Number one in popularity gap. How could you chase that? It was a hopeless difference.
It wasn't that his book was bad. The main thing was that "Hall of the War God" was too exciting. It made people's blood boil.
This was a completely new subject matter. Anyway, it was inexplicably exciting and very suitable for Tomato's audience.
Everyone worked so hard usually. Didn't they read novels just to be happy?
Jiang Hua himself rarely looked at the author backend. He was very busy.
The first play was already being prepared for rehearsal. No one knew what the effect would be.
If it succeeded, it would set a precedent and provide a new direction for the opera world.
"Alright, the audience is coming in. Everyone get ready."
Jiang Hua quietly sat in his position, holding a bamboo flute in his hand.
His main job was as a musical instrument performer. Who would have thought that after doing behind-the-scenes work for decades, coming to the art troupe, he was still doing behind-the-scenes work?
But this behind-the-scenes work was different. Everyone had a common goal. The spirit was different.
For this performance, Jiang Hua and the other music teachers also had performance scenes.
It wasn't added by Jiang Hua. The director said everyone was part of a team and should give a bit of the spotlight to everyone.
Today he was wearing an embroidered long robe. His entire person was as elegant as a jade tree in the wind.
Jiang Hua and the others sat on a platform next to the stage and tidied their clothes a bit.
The audience below was stunned at first, then began whispering.
This person seemed a bit familiar and quite handsome.
A very pretty girl took out her phone and started taking pictures of Jiang Hua, then looked thoughtful.
The entire theater immediately darkened.
The big screen displayed the subtitles: Script by Jiang Hua. Music directed by Jiang Hua.
Then it was the cast lineup. They were basically all young actors.
The eyes of the girl recording with her phone lit up, as if discovering a blind spot.
This was Jiang Hua from the boy band. She was certain. After all, she had been a fan of her idol for half a year.
Her idol changed careers to do opera. This was simply a sky-high amount of traffic.
Perhaps Jiang Hua wasn't popular enough.
But he had a lot of topics. In the internet age, topics meant traffic.
Ali Doesn't Cry was just a small internet celebrity with 500,000 fans. She had come with a friend to watch a play.
She never expected to discover a huge secret.
The fact that Jiang Hua had been banned was not a secret.
This gap was a bit too big. He even started working as a scriptwriter, music director, and had live performances.
Thinking of this, she immediately took out her phone to record everything that happened.
A sky-high amount of riches was about to fall on her head.
"Beyond the pass, Dragon Gate Inn, the wind locks up words..."
The curtain slowly opened!
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