559: Chapter 559 is better written than the main text—Sponsored by <King of Salted Fish>

Huanyu Publishing Group Group, Technical Department.

Ten o'clock in the morning.

When Shen Jiangping pushed open the glass door of the Technical Department, there was finally a smile on his face.

He thought that creative essay had saved the situation.

He walked down the corridor and pushed open the glass door of the Technical Department.

In the blinding white light, dozens of screens scrolled data simultaneously, and the curve for "three or two things in jincheng" was projected in the center of the main screen.

Vice President Chen Mo sat in front of the main console, while two technicians kept their heads down, staring at their respective data terminals.

"Vice President Chen Mo."

Shen Jiangping walked over, his gaze falling directly onto the main screen.

Right in the center of the main screen, the real-time data for "three or two things in jincheng" was clear at a glance.

Click volume: an 8.3% increase compared to yesterday.

Popularity ranking: 7.

Shen Jiangping stared at the first two lines of data, his shoulders, tight all night, finally relaxing by half an inch.

"General Manager Zhao's judgment was correct."

Shen Jiangping stared at the rising click curve, his tone finally having some confidence.

"The creative essay has pried the entrance open again."

He turned to look at Vice President Chen Mo, his tone filled with irrepressible pride.

"It hasn't even been two hours since the creative essay was posted, and the clicks have already rebounded.

Chu Pengshu's article is still fermenting on the homepage, and in the meantime, readers are finally willing to come back and take another look."

Vice President Chen Mo did not answer immediately.

His gaze drifted past the click volume and landed on the completion rate and comment clustering columns, his fingertips hovering above the keyboard as his expression darkened bit by bit.

Shen Jiangping did not notice his silence and continued, "At this rate, if we stabilize the entrance today, it won't be a big problem to rush back into the top five after the review tomorrow.

As long as the positive comments increase a bit more, there's still a chance for the top three."

When he said this, his entire state was like a different person compared to yesterday afternoon.

The embarrassment of yesterday afternoon was still weighing on his heart, but the current rebound in clicks allowed Shen Jiangping to regain a bit of dignity.

Shen Jiangping reached out and patted the back of Vice President Chen Mo's chair.

"Vice President Chen Mo, thank you for your hard work.

Earlier, I was a bit anxious, and my tone was also a bit..."

Vice President Chen Mo nodded without speaking.

Shen Jiangping wisely did not continue and changed the subject.

"By the way, let's just maintain the author page traffic diversion and the official account's normal recommendations for today; General Manager Zhao said that things need to be clean from here on out."

Vice President Chen Mo finally turned his head to look at Teacher Shen.

That look was very complex.

There was exhaustion and a certain hesitation, wanting to say something but stopping.

"Teacher Shen."

"Hmm?"

Vice President Chen Mo opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Just then, a yellow warning popped up on the monitoring screen on the innermost side of the second row.

The young technician responsible for public opinion clustering stood up abruptly, the chair wheels making a harsh sound on the floor.

That young man was only twenty-five or twenty-six, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and usually had very low presence.

Among the twenty-something people in the Technical Department, he belonged to the most silent group.

But his movement in standing up just now was very urgent; the chair slid back half a foot, the wheels making a harsh friction sound on the floor.

"Vice President Chen Mo."

His voice was a bit tight.

Vice President Chen Mo turned around.

Shen Jiangping followed, looking over as well.

The technician turned his screen at an angle and pointed at a comment that had just popped up in the comment section.

"You should come and see this."

Vice President Chen Mo stood up with a frown and walked over.

Shen Jiangping followed behind, craning his neck to look at the screen.

That comment had just appeared in the latest comment section of "three or two things in jincheng".

Posting time: 1 minute ago.

The number of likes was still in the single digits, the display weight was very low, and it was temporarily buried at the bottom of the latest comment stream.

But its content was only a short sentence: "I feel like the creative essay is written better than the main text."

Shen Jiangping's shoulders, which had just relaxed, instantly stiffened.

He stared at that line of text, the bit of ease that had just surfaced on his face seemingly having its support pulled out from underneath by someone.

"This..."

Vice President Chen Mo had already sat back down at the main console.

His fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, pulling up the publisher's homepage for this comment.

Vice President Chen Mo pulled up the read-only risk control interface that the Writers Association provided to technical partners.

The account had been registered for two years, its activity trajectory was normal, and its reading path was also completely recorded in the risk control sample.

It then jumped to the main text of "three or two things in jincheng" and flipped through four chapters.

Total time spent: eleven minutes.

Then it returned to the comment section and left that sentence.

The account was clean, the path was complete, and the behavior was natural.

The system's judgment result was clear: a real reader.

It was just an ordinary reader who had been attracted by the creative essay.

They read the creative essay in full, stayed on the main text for eleven minutes, flipped to the fourth chapter, and exited.

Finally, they left that sentence.

Shen Jiangping's Adam's apple moved.

Vice President Chen Mo turned back to look at him.

That expression of wanting to say something but stopping finally had a focal point.

"Teacher Shen."

Vice President Chen Mo's voice was very low.

"This comment doesn't have many likes, but the system will prioritize capturing it."

"What do you mean?"

"The Kunpeng backend will prioritize capturing high-credibility samples.

This account read the creative essay in full, the time spent on the main text was sufficient, and the behavioral trajectory was clean; the system will determine its feedback to be valid."

Vice President Chen Mo paused.

"Next, as long as more similar feedback appears, the algorithm will group them into the same opinion cluster, and comments in this direction will soon appear in the hot comment candidate pool."

Shen Jiangping stood there without moving.

Dozens of screens in the Technical Department were still lit, data jumping column by column.

But that comment of only twelve characters was like a fine needle, slowly piercing through the confidence he had just built up.

Vice President Chen Mo stared at the clustering panel, his voice even lower.

"One is just noise; ten will form a cluster.

As long as the feedback in the same direction breaks one hundred, the system will classify it as primary reading feedback."

Shen Jiangping finally moved.

He walked back to the front of the main screen, his fingers pressing on the edge of the console, his knuckles turning white.

"Can this kind of comment be suppressed first?"

Vice President Chen Mo looked at him.

"Teacher Shen, the matrix has already stopped."

"I know the matrix has stopped."

Shen Jiangping lowered his voice, but the tail end of his words was taut and stiff.

"I'm talking about sorting optimization within the rules.

Can we lower the display priority of this type of comment first?"

Vice President Chen Mo was silent for two seconds.

"It can't be lowered.

The Kunpeng comment system is on the Writers Association backend; all display adjustments have audit logs.

Never mind that we can't interfere; even if we did interfere, we would be found out the next day."

Shen Jiangping's fingers slowly tightened on the tabletop.

On the main screen, the click volume for "three or two things in jincheng" was still rising.

The traffic-driving effect of the creative essay did indeed exist.

More and more people were clicking into the main text.

But just below the rising click volume curve, in the effective reading completion rate column, the numbers were dropping bit by bit at an imperceptible speed.

Refresh once, 29%.

Refresh again, 28.7%.

The third time, 28.3%.

The more readers brought in by the creative essay, the denser the exit nodes at chapters three to four became.

Those chapters were like a sieve, leaking the new traffic batch by batch.

Shen Jiangping stared at that number, the veins on the back of his hand throbbing.

He finally, finally understood.

The creative essay could only invite readers through the door.

If the main text couldn't keep people, the exit would collapse.

The next second, the technician in the corner looked up abruptly.

"Vice President Chen Mo, that comment has entered the hot comment candidate pool."

As soon as he finished speaking, two new pieces of feedback popped up on the screen.

"The creative essay is indeed touching, but the main text is like an outline."

"After finishing the first four chapters, I feel like the interview has more power than the novel."

Vice President Chen Mo's expression changed completely.

"The clustering has begun."