Chapter 113 - Chapter 113: Chapter 111: Taken Away? (Please Subscribe!) (1/2)
Chapter 113: Chapter 111: Taken Away? (Please Subscribe!)
The evening breeze was chilly and rustling.
In Old Lin’s food stall, the clanging of woks and the clamor of patrons, mixed with the scent of food, swirled around Lin Chuan and Wang Zikai.
Lin Chuan stared intently at his phone, the strange image on the screen leaving his face full of confusion.
His book had disappeared.
Ming’s book had disappeared as well.
Both of their books had been pulled from the ranking list of the anti-fraud writing competition!
Inside the food stall, Old Wang, sitting opposite at a small wooden table, looked stunned. He raised an eyebrow in surprise and said, “Your book is gone too?”
“Yeah, it’s not on the leaderboard anymore,” Lin Chuan replied.
“Let me see.”
Old Wang, a puzzled look on his face, opened the anti-fraud competition page to check the novel section rankings.
Indeed!
Lin Chuan and Ming’s books were nowhere to be found.
The first place had changed to Handon’s “A World Without Fraud.”
“Quick, check the author’s backstage!” Old Wang suggested.
At this moment.
Lin Chuan had already opened another app on his phone, the Author’s Assistant app.
He logged into the author’s backstage to check the situation.
In the ‘Message Notifications’ section, a bright red ‘1’ appeared.
‘New message notification unchecked’.
Lin Chuan’s finger moved, and he immediately clicked on the ‘1’.
A notification appeared in front of Lin Chuan’s eyes.
[Dear author, your work “All-In” has been removed and blocked due to containing risky content that violates relevant laws and regulations, as per the review process. If you have any questions, please contact your responsible editor, Youyou.]
Lin Chuan’s face stiffened, his eyebrows tightly furrowed, his deep eyes flickering with threads of confusion: “Sailing Novel has also taken my book down.”
“That doesn’t make sense!” Old Wang said, frowning.
“I’ll ask Youyou.”
Lin Chuan immediately clicked on Youyou’s avatar, opened the chat box, and rapidly typed out a message: “Youyou, my book has been taken down. Do you know why?”
The message was sent.
Lin Chuan took a sip of monk fruit tea.
The evening breeze blew over, and his hair, which had been neatly combed, suddenly became a bit disheveled.
Youyou, a very diligent editor, replied to Lin Chuan in less than 30 seconds: “I just found out about this too. I’m not clear on the specific reasons yet; I’m rushing back to the company right now to find out what’s going on.”
“Thanks for the trouble, Youyou,” Lin Chuan replied.
“Lin Chuan, don’t worry for the time being. I’ll get back to you after I find out what happened.” Even between the lines, one could sense Youyou’s urgency.
“Okay/rose.jpg.”
Lin Chuan put down his phone and took a deep breath.
“What did she say?” Old Wang leaned in and asked.
“Youyou doesn’t know either,” Lin Chuan shook his head and gave a wry smile.
“Old Lin, no need to fret over it too much, this will definitely be resolved,” Old Wang consoled, and then, changing the subject, he said, “I have some good news for you to cheer you up.”
Lin Chuan’s eyebrows lifted: “What good news?”
Old Wang opened the anti-fraud fiction competition leaderboard and pushed the page toward Lin Chuan, pointing at one of the works: “Look, my book has risen to the 18th place, jumping up two spots at once.”
Lin Chuan was startled, then cursed jokingly: “You’re such a lucky dog!”
“You haven’t committed a crime, nor have you written on sensitive topics, so theoretically you shouldn’t be banned. Relax,” Old Wang reassured earnestly.
Lin Chuan took another sip of monk fruit tea and laughed: “It shouldn’t be banned.”
…
Modu.
Youyou, wearing a long dress and a pair of pink slippers, hurried downstairs and immediately hailed a cab to rush toward the Sailing Novel office building.
The brilliant neon lights twinkled in the metropolis, and the streets, teeming with vehicles and noise, were a cacophony of honking and shouting, resonating through the city.
About half an hour later.
Youyou passed through the first floor of the Sailing Building, dashed into the elevator, got out, and then headed straight to the chief editor’s office.
Whew—
Outside the office.
Youyou took a long breath to stabilize her emotions.
Then she knocked on the door: “Chief Editor.”
Inside the office, the editor-in-chief, Mingyue, was also present.
“Youyou, you’ve come at the right time,” said the chief editor, Zhang Yixing, looking up as Youyou arrived and gesturing for her to sit down.
“Chief Editor, why was Lin Chuan’s ‘All-In’ taken down?” Youyou sat down, her face showing urgency, and got straight to the point.
Lin Chuan was her treasure trove author.
She had watched “All-In” lead far ahead in readership and hold steady at the top of the list, likely to lock in first place and advance to the next round.
In the second round of selection, the performance of “All-In” should not be too low in theory.
After all, it was at the top during the first round, and a sudden drop in the second round would typically indicate foul play.
But this was a writing competition co-organized by the Anti-Fraud Center and Sunshine Film and Television, aimed at promoting anti-fraud awareness to the public. The eyes of the crowd are sharp, and there was no room for foul play.
Therefore, as long as Lin Chuan made it to the second round with good results, Youyou was planning on pushing him toward the ‘Heavenly King’ status.
The anti-fraud competition award carried much more weight than ordinary writing competitions!
To put it this way.
For the book “All-In,” she was even more eager to win an award and secure an adaptation opportunity than Lin Chuan was.
She needed achievements.
Lin Chuan needed results.
They complemented each other.