550: Chapter 550 Are Those Things Still Literature? — Bonus Chapter for "The New Type of Salted Fish"

Four in the afternoon.

Inside the Technical Department of Huanyu Publishing Group, the first red warning flashed onto the main screen.

Shen Jiangping's three or two things in jincheng》 was still hanging at the top of the popularity charts.

However, the effective reading completion rate for qin opera》 had already surged to 62.7%.

Vice President Chen Mo stood in front of the main control console, his fingertips pressing against the edge of the table, having not changed his posture for over ten minutes.

On the screen, several lines of data were constantly refreshing.

qin opera》.

Average duration of stay: 47 minutes.

Number of people who finished flipping through the full text: 3129.

Collection conversion rate: 18.4%.

Bounce rate: 21%.

The technician beside him lowered his voice.

"Vice President Chen Mo, the model is starting to deviate."

Vice President Chen Mo didn't turn around.

The technician continued, "After three rounds of coverage by the ordinary matrix, the bounce rate for Program works should stabilize at around seventy percent."

"qin opera》 is currently only at twenty-one."

"Dan Yi's piece, 《Rainy Season in the South》, is also rising; the completion rate is almost at forty percent."

"Xu Changge's 《Rules on the Wilderness》 is slow at the beginning, but after reading one-third of it, the retention rate actually climbs."

Vice President Chen Mo raised a hand. The technician immediately shut his mouth.

Every single anomaly was deviating from the original model right before his eyes.

The ordinary matrix had already swept through three rounds.

Short reviews seized the front row, and long reviews manufactured judgments.

Chu Pengshu's article was repeatedly posted.

As soon as genuine positive reviews appeared, they were immediately besieged.

Backup accounts had also provided a round of suppression.

Every step had been pushed forward according to the plan.

Yet the main text page of qin opera》 was still retaining readers.

The comment section could be flooded.

The popularity chart could be stacked.

But reading duration is hard to lie about.

Whether a reader stopped.

Whether they flipped the page.

Whether they finished reading a passage of text.

The backend would always leave traces.

Right now, the most troublesome ones were precisely those who didn't speak.

They clicked into qin opera》.

Stopped.

Flipped the page.

Stopped again.

The comment section was a chaotic mess, but the main text page was like a nail, pinning people to the screen.

Vice President Chen Mo clicked open the real-time comment stream.

Negative reviews were still flooding in.

"I knew it was selling misery just by reading the beginning."

"I suggest settling down for a few years first."

"The Qingbei filter is too thick."

"A typical example of tourist-style field research."

These sentences scrolled by quickly.

But in the midst of the negative reviews, new voices began to emerge.

"My dad worked at the old factory for twenty-seven years. Just now, I showed him the part where Old Zhao pushes the lathe, and after he finished reading it, he went to the balcony to smoke."

"The part about tapping the knees was too brutal. The author didn't write that it was sad, but my own nose felt sore reading it."

"I don't know what this tourist-style writing is, I just feel that this piece was written genuinely."

"Stop scolding it, at least finish reading the main text. That line from Old Zhao, 'It turned,' I probably won't be able to forget it tonight."

As soon as these comments appeared, a row of replies immediately flooded underneath.

"Starting with the immersive-style emotional act again?"

"Qingbei fans, don't be too ridiculous."

"Using your parents' experiences to gild the work?"

"Here comes the 'read-to-tears' literature."

But this time, the genuine comments were not completely suppressed.

Every few minutes, new likes would push them to the top.

Many people didn't argue.

They just gave a like.

Others, getting anxious from being besieged, replied directly.

"You haven't even finished flipping through the main text, on what grounds are you sentencing me?"

After this sentence was posted, the comment section paused briefly for a few seconds.

Immediately after, more accounts swarmed it.

But that sentence had already remained in the front row.

Vice President Chen Mo watched that line of text, his expression growing darker and darker.

This kind of comment was the hardest to handle.

It didn't curse.

It didn't take sides.

It just pushed everyone into the main text.

What Huanyu Publishing Group's model feared most was precisely readers actually returning to the main text.

Footsteps came from behind.

Shen Jiangping walked to the main control console holding a coffee.

His dark blue suit didn't have a single wrinkle, and his silver-gray tie was pressed flat.

Only the coffee liquid at the rim of the cup was shaking.

"How is it?"

Vice President Chen Mo didn't answer.

Shen Jiangping looked at the big screen himself.

He first saw the popularity chart.

three or two things in jincheng》 was still in first place.

Just as the breath in his chest relaxed a little, his gaze fell onto the comment stream of qin opera》.

Especially that sentence—You haven't even finished flipping through the main text, on what grounds are you sentencing me?

Shen Jiangping's eyes instantly darkened.

"Why is this comment still in the front row?"

Vice President Chen Mo said, "It was pushed up by genuine likes."

"Suppress it."

"It has already been suppressed."

"Suppress it again."

Vice President Chen Mo finally looked at him.

"The next ones to be moved will be the high-quality maintenance accounts."

Shen Jiangping placed his coffee cup on the table.

The bottom of the cup hit the tabletop, emitting a dull thud.

"Director Chen Mo, you don't know what day it is today?"

"I know."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Shen Jiangping pointed at the comment stream on the screen.

"Once these things ferment, the reputation of qin opera》 will rise."

"He hasn't even entered the top ten yet; he is relying on this batch of people who finished reading to stir things up underneath."

"Once the words 'finished reading' spread, everything you paved before will be in vain."

Vice President Chen Mo lowered his voice.

"Teacher Shen, high-quality maintenance accounts cannot be moved arbitrarily."

"These accounts have been cultivated for years in literature forums, book review communities, and platform long-review sections."

"Every account has a normal reading trajectory, purchase history, and historical long reviews."

"Entering the field in concentration in a short time will trigger the risk control on the Writers Association side."

Shen Jiangping stared at him.

"What did you say before?"

"The entrance is connected, the data return is connected, and the public opinion model can be controlled."

Vice President Chen Mo clicked open the monitoring panel beside him.

"What we have obtained is the entrance traffic and the return interface."

"The scoring backend, anomaly identification, and effective reading judgment are all in the hands of the Writers Association."

"We can influence the entrance, create trends, and guide the first impression."

"The high-quality account matrix cannot be thrown in as a one-time consumable."

Shen Jiangping's expression completely darkened.

"In the end, you just don't dare."

In the Technical Department, several people's hands stopped on their keyboards.

The air suddenly tightened.

Vice President Chen Mo looked at him.

"What did you just say?"

As these four words fell, the entire Technical Department went quiet.

President Zhao should have been presiding here.

Half an hour ago, the Writers Association suddenly sent a temporary communication notice.

He only left behind the six words "proceed according to the established plan" and left the group with his assistant.

Now, no one on site could cover for Shen Jiangping.

Shen Jiangping took a step forward.

"Do you know how they will write about me if I am suppressed by Lin Que today?"

Vice President Chen Mo said, "I know."

"You don't know."

Shen Jiangping suppressed his anger, his voice low and cold.

"They will say Shen Jiangping has exhausted his writing."

"They will say that the previous Kunpeng Award winner couldn't even suppress a recommended student who just entered Qingbei."

"They will say it's time for the youth literary scene to change hands."

"All the resources Huanyu Publishing Group bet on me will depreciate accordingly."

Vice President Chen Mo's tone was flat.

"Teacher Shen, Huanyu Publishing Group has bet many resources."

Shen Jiangping's fingers slowly tightened.

Vice President Chen Mo continued, "The high-quality account matrix is a core asset that the group has spent years laying out."

"These accounts can promote books, carry film and television reputations, influence platform charts, and can also change readers' first impressions at critical moments."

"If we throw them all into the comment section of qin opera》 today, all subsequent projects will be implicated."

"You are a key project." Vice President Chen Mo said word by word.

"But don't value your own victory or defeat more than the group."

"Authors can still be supported, but once the matrix chain is exposed, all subsequent pots of Huanyu Publishing Group will have to be buried with it."

This sentence was very flat.

Yet it was like a slap, directly hitting Shen Jiangping in the face.

No one in the Technical Department dared to look up.

The sound of keyboards even softened.

Shen Jiangping stared at Vice President Chen Mo, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth.

"You are making me recognize my position?"

Vice President Chen Mo did not retreat.

"I am just making you see the cost clearly."

Shen Jiangping laughed.

The laughter was dry.

"Good."

"Now it's your turn to teach authors to look at costs."

"Vice President Chen Mo, don't forget, without authors, without works, you guys and these data models have nothing."

Vice President Chen Mo's eyes also turned cold.

"Fine, then let's look at the works."

He switched the screen.

Another set of data popped out.

three or two things in jincheng》.

Average duration of stay: 22 minutes.

Effective reading completion rate: 31.6%.

Collection conversion rate: 7.9%.

Shen Jiangping saw those lines of numbers, and his complexion changed again.

Vice President Chen Mo picked up a laser pointer and pointed at the screen.

"The popularity of three or two things in jincheng》 is very high."

"But the effective reading completion rate has not kept up."

"Many readers click in and exit after finishing the first two chapters."

"The comment section is very beautiful, but the stay time is average."

Shen Jiangping grabbed the edge of the table.

"What do you mean?"

Vice President Chen Mo looked at him.

"Readers are voting with their feet."

"On the side of qin opera》, few people enter, but many people finish reading."

"On the side of three or two things in jincheng》, many people enter, but few finish reading."

"If the Writers Association puts the effective reading completion rate into the real feedback assessment, our current advantage will be cut by a large chunk."

Shen Jiangping's chest heaved.

He wanted to retort.

But he couldn't find a single sentence to suppress it back.

The numbers were hanging right there.

Popularity can be explained.

Comments can be explained.

Effective reading completion rate is hard to explain.

The thing he feared most today was finally laid out before him by Vice President Chen Mo.

Public opinion can still be blamed on the model.

Data can still be attributed to the entrance.

If the main text cannot retain readers, it is equivalent to nailing the pen he is most proud of to the screen.

Just at this moment, the comment section of qin opera》 refreshed another comment.

"I was originally brought in by that line from the Dream Weaver, 'Read it yourself, judge it yourself.' I almost quit after seeing so many negative reviews earlier. Fortunately, I didn't quit; this piece by Lin Que is worth it."

Dream Weaver.

It's the Dream Weaver again.

Blue veins bulged bit by bit on the back of Shen Jiangping's hand.

He stared at that comment, his heart tightening.

The readers brought in by the Dream Weaver had not dispersed.

Lin Que's main text kept people.

Jian Shen remained silent throughout.

There were no flaws in any of the three places.

He couldn't even find an opening to bite back.

Those labels they had pre-nailed into public opinion were being pushed open by one real reading record after another.

Shen Jiangping looked up.

"Call up the high-quality accounts."

Vice President Chen Mo answered quickly.

"No."

"I said, call them up."

"I also said, no."

Shen Jiangping's anger could no longer be suppressed.

"Vice President Chen Mo!"

He pointed at Vice President Chen Mo, his voice rising sharply.

"Don't use the group's interests to pressure me."

"President Zhao personally said that I am Huanyu Publishing Group's most critical literary project this year."

"If I fail at the Kunpeng Award, don't think your Technical Department will be clean either."

"The outside world won't curse the matrix; they will only say Huanyu Publishing Group is incompetent."

"You are talking to me about account assets now?"

"When Lin Que steps on my face to rise to the top, what use will these accounts have?"

Vice President Chen Mo's expression also darkened.

"Teacher Shen, get this straight."

"The account matrix protects Huanyu Publishing Group."

"It cannot protect your dignity."

"President Zhao is not here, and I will not bypass him to move this batch of accounts."

"Once this line is exposed, all subsequent projects of Huanyu Publishing Group will have to be buried with it."

Shen Jiangping was about to speak again when the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

The screen lit up.

The caller ID had only three characters.

Teacher Jiang.

Shen Jiangping's hand stopped in mid-air.

That anger was as if pressed down by an invisible hand.

The two words, Teacher Jiang, suppressed the fire surging in his chest.

Back then, at the final evaluation meeting of the Kunpeng Award, it was this old man who said the most important sentence for his work.

And it was also this old man who, on the day of receiving the award, patted his shoulder and said:

"An author can lose to the times, but cannot lose to their own vanity."

Shen Jiangping glanced at Vice President Chen Mo.

"You wait, this matter isn't over."

After speaking, he turned and walked out of the Technical Department.

At the end of the corridor was a small meeting room.

Shen Jiangping pushed the door open and entered, closing the door behind him.

The phone was still vibrating.

He stood by the window, staring at the name on the screen, and adjusted his breathing twice.

Then he answered the phone.

"Teacher."

The other end of the phone was quiet for two seconds.

Teacher Jiang's voice was very low.

"Jiangping, are the things you moved today still literature?"