It’s quite unrealistic to write in advance the articles that Su Tiankuo would plagiarize.
Even if Chen Jingbai releases his new book ahead of time now, Su Tiankuo isn’t stupid; if he searches online before publishing, he’ll just choose another target.
And the most terrifying thing is, his shameless golden finger is filled with entire books—otherwise, how else could Su Tiankuo continue writing?
Even if accused of plagiarism, as long as he stubbornly denies it and swiftly publishes the entire work "to prove his innocence," then the real original author is helpless, even with evidence.
By the time everything settles, even if legal action begins, the whole book has already been serialized in its entirety; if you talk about plagiarism, a book with several million words that the original author hasn’t written yet, how could it be plagiarized?
This accusation doesn’t hold up at all.
And suddenly encountering such a situation, the original author probably wouldn’t feel confident about writing based on their own ideas anymore—because they’ll shockingly find that their style and thinking have already been written out by someone else.
Of course, with Chu River’s current octopus-like speed, she could release all the potentially plagiarized popular novels in advance as well, but if she does that, how is she any different from Su Tiankuo?
It’s all about shamelessly grabbing other people’s achievements.
Therefore, if Chu River wants to suppress Su Tiankuo in his moment of triumph, she must find another way.
She pondered over this so long that Chen Jingbai mistakenly thought he had dampened her spirits, so he tried to change the topic:
"By the way, the animation for one of my previous novels is finished and will be released on a video site tomorrow. If you’re interested, you can check it out, maybe you’ll find some new writing inspiration."
Comics/films/novels, fundamentally they share a similar rhythm, who knows, maybe Little He will actually feel something.
Moreover, Chen Jingbai had his own little intentions—as he silently flaunted his talent.
——Look, my work has already been adapted into an animation, I have excellent personal qualifications!
However, Chu River didn’t pick up on this excellence, instead, a brilliant idea surged in her mind.
"Since you’re a web giant, you must know many authors, right?"
Chen Jingbai was a bit puzzled: "It’s alright, my social circle isn’t that wide, but if there’s an author you want to meet, I can help you ask."
His reputation precedes him, and if he asks for an introduction, no one should refuse.
Chu River nodded in satisfaction: "Then if I want to commission some authors to create outlines, do you think it’s appropriate?"
"To be precise, a detailed outline, the word count should be around 100,000 words."
Chen Jingbai was momentarily at a loss:
"Commission outlines? If it’s only for your novel, I actually think what you’re writing now is a full-length detailed outline."
"If you have other needs, as long as the price is right, I think many authors would be willing to take on that job."
After all, writing is a passion and a means of livelihood. In any profession, there are industry leaders and those struggling at the bottom; writing novels, a field that demands both creativity and diligence, is especially like that.
Therefore, Chen Jingbai had heard of many authors updating several books simultaneously just to earn more base income, or ghostwriting for others, and he even knew some authors secretly wrote scripts for short video companies, etc.
Chu River wanting to commission outlines didn’t seem odd to him.
"What kind of authors are you planning to hire? And what’s your budget? What exactly is the purpose of the outline?"
If it’s those fast food literature studios, hiring ghostwriters to use the same outline to write multiple novels with different window dressings, there might be fewer takers.
In this regard, Chu River wasn’t very clear and while actively researching, she casually asked:
"What are the usual rates?"
Chen Jingbai chuckled bitterly: "I’m not sure about outlines... but earlier this year, someone asked Fatty to write a custom game-themed novel for game promotion, 6 million words, and the offer was 2 million."
——I only have spare change left; the rounding error at the end of the 10,000 is unmentioned in a rounding off context.
Unexpectedly, now it costs so much money to face-slap and deal with scum.
Fatty never expected that a mundane bar encounter almost led him to stop his friend from being scammed.
But in a blink, the pyramid scheme advocate has been promoted to a sugar daddy, throwing money and starting to commission him.