Shanghai, the headquarters of theTengfei Novel Website.
Waite Shane walked into the office as usual, carrying a cup of McDonald's coffee and a hamburger, ready to work while enjoying his breakfast.
His position was an editor, specifically in charge of the supernatural genre on the website.
As soon as he sat down at his workstation and took a sip of his coffee, before even eating his hamburger, another editor nearby swiveled his office chair and exclaimed enviously towards him:
"...Waite, one of your authors is making quite a splash lately. The editor-in-chief has even been notified."
Waite put down the hamburger he had just unpacked and, suppressing his excitement, pretended to be indifferent: "...You mean 'Master Zack,' right?"
'Master Zack' was Zack's pen name. His parents had given him the name 'Zack Weston', which had a very ancient style, so some close friends teased him by calling him this.
"Yeah, that Master Zack. What a beast! Even the donkeys in the production team can't match his awesomeness. His update speed is off the charts!"
"...And with such a fast update speed, the quality is still there. He's just naturally suited for this job."
Another editor clicked his tongue and said, "...Hey, Waite, do you think Master Zack wrote the whole book in advance and then posts 30,000 words a day?"
Waite shook his head and said, "...It doesn't seem like it. You've read that book too, Cory Len. The writing is so sharp and experienced; it's clearly from a master. This account looks like a new one."
"...Industry veterans know that you can't write so many drafts in advance and then release them. Nobody knows if their book will flop."
"If it really flops, not only will all the drafts be wasted, but it will also consume a lot of energy."
Cory, as an editor, of course, knew all this. He was just making a casual comment, and upon hearing Waite's response, he sighed:
"...Then this person is even more impressive. Honestly, with this writing style, they could even write traditional literature. Writing network novels is a waste of their talent."
Waite turned on his work computer and took a bite of his hamburger: "...Traditional literature is hard to make money now."
"That's true. Those traditional literary works are really hard to sell in this day and age."
Cory nodded in agreement and then said enviously, "...Waite, you're lucky to have found a treasure. This "Notes of Tomb Raiding" is really captivating."
"...I stayed up until 3 a.m. last night reading it. I still feel like I haven't had enough. I would have stayed up all night if it weren't for work. But Master Zack is amazing; there's no need to rush him for updates. His speed is both fast and satisfying."
"To maintain this quality while writing so quickly, I don't think anyone else in the industry can do it. A lot of people in the company are really envying you."
As industry editors, Waite and Cory knew the pain of writing.
An author writing 20,000 words a day can drive anyone crazy, and writing so much is bound to compromise the quality.
This Master Zack could not only maintain such a fast update speed but also keep the high quality. The plot was well-crafted and incredible.
Even if you took a book and copied 30,000 words a day, you'd be exhausted.
"Hey, we don't know what the future holds. There are plenty of books that start strong but fall apart in the middle. Let's just wait and see."
"...And let's not forget, the supernatural genre is pretty niche. I've been working here for so long and only encountered one hit like this. Unlike you, who manage the fantasy genre, which is where the money is."
Although he said that, Waite's suppressed excitement revealed how thrilled he was.
The supernatural genre wasn't very profitable, and several authors who wrote well in this category had already been taken over by other editors.
As a newcomer who had only been at the company for a few months, Waite naturally couldn't be assigned to handle any famous authors.
It was just that Master Zack was a newly registered account, randomly assigned to him. Who would have expected to encounter such a phenomenal work?
"Stop talking nonsense. The fantasy genre was okay two years ago, but now it's in decline."
"...And don't be modest. We're all in this industry. Can't you see it? Seriously, just the unexpected theme of tomb raiding can generate its buzz."
"Moreover, Master Zack's talent is there. The characters in his novel are well-established, and the theme is novel. As long as the plot doesn't suck later, it's bound to explode."
"...Just look at the comments and votes to see how popular this book is now. I'm telling you, "Waite, when you get your bonus, you have to treat me to a meal."
Cory laughed and playfully pushed Waite.
"Absolutely."
Waite couldn't help but smile.
"I just heard some news today. Let me tell you."
Cory leaned closer to Waite and whispered in his ear, "...The editor-in-chief has already gone to talk to a publisher. This book is perfect for a physical publication."
"...The higher-ups are also watching. As long as there are no major issues with the book later, they plan to allocate resources to promote it heavily and make it go viral."
"When Master Zack posts again, you should review it like a traditional publishing house editor. Don't let any problems arise."
As editors, they all had the basic skills.
As for "Notes of Tomb Raiding", anyone could see that it was perfect for creating an IP.
Especially with its topic-generating theme, as long as a little resource is poured into promoting it, it will surely go viral and bring huge traffic.
"I know."
Waite nodded seriously and thanked Cory.
He knew that Cory was reminding him not to make any mistakes.
If this book could go viral and become a big IP, as the editor, his commission and income would be substantial.
There were too many envious people in the company, but they couldn't find any fault with Waite to take away the opportunity.
Social relationships are complicated. Cory, as a colleague, had said so much to him, and Waite was very grateful.
"The author's writing is so delicate. Could it be a female author?"
Cory opened his computer browser at this moment, preparing to browse the news and slack off a bit before starting work.
Besides fresh graduates who might work hard all day, old hands like Cory wouldn't be fools to work hard for capitalists.
"No, it's a male author, still a university student. I chatted with him before, and he seemed to be from the Imperial Capital University of Finance and Economics. He's just writing for fun during his break."
Waite shook his head and spoke.
" The Imperial Capital University of Finance and Economics? A Project 211 university? And he's writing for fun? These academic overachievers are amazing. I'm convinced. I blame myself for not studying harder when I was younger."
Cory expressed admiration.
Regardless of whether the book goes viral or not, just its current popularity suggests that earning a few million from one book would be easy.
If it could go viral and become a major IP, earning tens of millions or even hundreds of millions in the future would be possible, securing a comfortable life for the rest of one's life.
Leaving aside the exaggerated figures of tens of millions or even hundreds of millions, just a few million would take years for them, working-class people, to earn.
Many people couldn't even earn that much in their entire lifetime.
The two continued chatting, each taking turns to speak, until they saw people start moving around in the office. They immediately shut up and pretended to work diligently.
Waite opened his Tencent QQ and carefully typed, "...Master Zack, are you there?"
After the text, he also sent a cute emoji.
There was no other way. He had to pamper this golden client who could potentially bring him a significant income.
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