RNP Chapter 1628 Love Has No God Chapter (Final Chapter)
Chapter 1628 Love Has No God Chapter (Final Chapter)
The boom in the short drama market is more intense than anyone imagined.
In just two years, Zhixing has become the most profitable leading company in the industry. Its revenue from short drama adaptations alone has exceeded 3 billion yuan, even surpassing the combined income of all its contracted authors for long-form online novels.
Those in the industry know that Zhixing holds the best resources for adapting short dramas into online novels. Works that were originally lukewarm on traditional online novel platforms have been given a second spring after being adapted into short dramas by Zhixing, with their click-through rates and revenue skyrocketing.
Suddenly, top authors in the industry were scrambling to sign with Zhixing. Even established authors who were already signed with Dingqi.com had many who wanted to transfer their contracts to Zhixing.
Uncle Fan couldn't sit still any longer.
Early that morning, he rushed to Zhixing and paced back and forth in Qin Hao's office, looking as if someone owed him eight million.
"Teacher Qin Hao." Uncle Fan stopped, placed his hands on the desk, and said with a hint of anxiety, "Have those top authors from Dingqi.com found you yet?"
Qin Hao put down his teacup and smiled unhurriedly: "Uncle Fan, what are you up to?"
Uncle Fan plopped down on the sofa and sighed, "Our cooperation between Zhixing and Dingqi.com has always been quite pleasant. You're in charge of adapting short dramas, and I'm in charge of the serialization platform. We each do our own thing. If you poach all the top authors from Dingqi.com, how am I supposed to keep my platform running?"
"Uncle Fan, don't worry." Qin Hao poured himself another cup of tea and said slowly, "I won't accept any authors from Dingqi.com. The short drama adaptation business of Zhixing will still buy the copyrights from Dingqi.com. This rule remains unchanged."
Uncle Fan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "I'll remember this favor. If you ever need my help, just let me know."
Qin Hao didn't break ties with Uncle Fan over a few authors. Ultimately, Zhixing and Dingqi.com had a mutually beneficial relationship, and it wasn't worth ruining their harmony for a little bit of profit.
However, some people were not so lucky.
Zhao Lanxin's company has suffered a complete collapse in the past two years.
Back then, she used the contracts she held to her advantage, keeping the contracted authors firmly under her control. Although the authors felt aggrieved, they could only swallow their anger because of the contracts.
But contracts always expire eventually.
Two years passed, and a large number of authors' contracts expired. These people left without hesitation, packing their things and never looking back. The news spread like wildfire, and Zhao Lanxin's reputation in the industry was completely ruined. Even novice authors, just starting out, would avoid her at the mere mention of her name.
Without authors, there is no content; without content, there is no income.
Zhao Lanxin's company quickly ran out of money. Employee salaries couldn't be paid, and office rent was several months overdue. The once impressive company now had only a few empty workstations, and they were struggling to even pay their utility bills.
Ling Yikai also took the opportunity to break up with Zhao Lanxin.
"What did you say?" Zhao Lanxin's eyes widened as she stared intently at the man in front of her. "You want to break up with me?"
Ling Yikai leaned against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, his expression as cold as if he were discussing a trivial business deal: "The company is already in this state, what am I still doing here? Starving with you?"
"Ling Yikai, do you have any conscience?" Zhao Lanxin's voice trembled. "Who was it that said we'd start a business together? Who was it that said we'd build a great enterprise? Now that the company is in trouble, you want to leave?"
"Times have changed." Ling Yikai shrugged. "Back then, you confidently said you could handle the author, and look what happened."
Zhao Lanxin bit her lip, then suddenly sneered, pulled a piece of paper from her bag, and slammed it on the table: "You think you can just leave whenever you want?"
Ling Yikai looked down and his pupils contracted slightly—it was a pregnancy test report.
"You're pregnant?" His voice held no surprise, but rather a hint of wariness.
“Yes.” Zhao Lanxin stared intently into his eyes: “If you don’t believe me, you can get a paternity test.”
She had thought this report would be her trump card, binding this man firmly to her side. But she underestimated Ling Yikai's ruthlessness.
Ling Yikai was silent for a few seconds, then said coldly, "You got pregnant secretly by yourself. If you want to give birth, you can raise the child yourself. I'll just pay some child support at most."
Zhao Lanxin's face turned deathly pale in an instant: "What did you say?"
“I’ve made myself perfectly clear.” Ling Yikai’s eyes were devoid of any warmth: “I advise you to get rid of the child while it’s still young. You can still find your own happiness in the future.”
"You're the child's father! You want me to abort it now? Are you even human?" Zhao Lanxin's voice was so sharp it almost pierced eardrums.
Ling Yikai's face darkened after being yelled at by her: "Zhao Lanxin, are you sick in the head? I've said it before, I don't like you. You got pregnant using some unknown means, what does it have to do with me?"
After saying that, he turned and walked out.
"Ling Yikai! You stop right there!" Zhao Lanxin chased after him, but he pushed her away at the door.
Ling Yikai slammed the door shut and left, leaving behind only a loud crash and Zhao Lanxin slumped on the ground.
She stared blankly at the pregnancy test report, tears streaming down her face. But she didn't cry for long; she quickly wiped away her tears, and a stubborn light rekindled in her eyes.
Zhao Lanxin is never one to give up easily.
She tidied herself up and took a taxi to Zhou Mei's place.
When Zhou Mei opened the door and saw Zhao Lanxin, she was clearly stunned for a moment. Zhao Lanxin was much thinner than before, her face was sallow, and there were dark circles under her eyes; she looked extremely haggard.
"Why are you here?" Zhou Mei's tone was neither warm nor cold.
"Zhou Mei, I'm really at my wit's end." As soon as Zhao Lanxin entered the room, tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls, her voice trembling with sobs: "Ling Yikai wants to break up with me, and I really don't know what to do now."
Zhou Mei felt a pang of pity seeing her like this. Although she had never liked Zhao Lanxin, seeing her in such a sorry state, she couldn't help but feel some sympathy for her.
Zhao Lanxin noticed the change in Zhou Mei's expression and quickly seized the opportunity, taking out a pregnancy test report from her bag and handing it over: "Look, I'm still pregnant, and that heartless Ling Yikai has abandoned me. Now I can barely afford the hospital check-up fees."
Zhou Mei took the report and looked at it, her brows furrowing: "How could he do this?"
“That’s right.” Zhao Lanxin wiped away her tears, her voice choked with sobs. “Sister Zhou Mei, I know I made mistakes in the past, but I really have no other choice now. Could you… could you talk to Qin Hao and ask him to acquire my company? I don’t need a lot of money, I just want to be able to give birth to my child and raise him.”
Upon hearing this, Zhou Mei instinctively wanted to refuse. She knew Zhao Lanxin all too well; this woman was adept at scheming and playing the victim, and who knew what she was really up to.
But Zhao Lanxin didn't give her a chance to refuse. She then launched into a sob story, accusing Ling Yikai of being heartless and ungrateful, and how difficult it was for her to be pregnant alone. Zhou Mei's heart softened a little.
Just as Zhou Mei was hesitating about whether to agree, the bedroom door suddenly opened.
Qin Hao came out from inside.
Zhao Lanxin's tears stopped instantly.
Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter a single word. All those carefully crafted pitiful words stuck in her throat under Qin Hao's gaze.
"Zhao Lanxin." Qin Hao walked into the living room, sat down on the sofa, and said in a calm tone, "You know the current situation of your company."
Zhao Lanxin's face turned deathly pale instantly.
“If Zhixing takes over your company, not only will she have to deal with a bunch of bad debts, but she'll also have to handle the copyright disputes between you and those authors.” Qin Hao picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip. “To put it bluntly, your company is just an empty shell right now, without any decent assets.”
Zhao Lanxin opened her mouth, wanting to defend herself, but found that she had no way to refute it.
Zhou Mei's face fell instantly, and the sympathy in her tone vanished, replaced by anger: "I was just feeling sorry for you, and it turns out you're here to scheme against me?"
"Zhou Mei, I didn't..." Zhao Lan panicked.
"Enough!" Zhou Mei stood up abruptly, pointing to the door, "Get out of here!"
Zhao Lanxin wanted to say something, but faced with Zhou Mei's furious gaze, she swallowed her words. She stood up dejectedly, lowered her head, and walked out the door.
The moment the door closed, Zhou Mei stomped her foot in anger: "That Zhao Lanxin, I almost fell for her again!"
Qin Hao tugged at her hand and said softly, "Alright, don't be angry. Someone like her will ruin herself sooner or later."
Zhou Mei sighed, leaned against Qin Hao, and said nothing more.
Zhao Lanxin stood outside the door, the cold wind carrying raindrops lashing her face, chilling her to the bone. She touched her stomach and gave a bitter smile.
To start her own business with Ling Yikai, she sold her house. Now the company has collapsed, Ling Yikai has run away, and she has nowhere to go. Add to that the various expenses after her pregnancy, and she's almost suffocating.
But she was not willing to give up.
Zhao Lanxin was never one to give up easily. If she was having a hard time, then Ling Yikai shouldn't expect to have one either.
From then on, wherever Ling Yikai appeared, Zhao Lanxin was sure to be there too. He went to a bar, she followed him; he went to discuss business, she blocked the entrance; he wanted to meet new women, she would rush up and sabotage him.
Ling Yikai had originally planned to use his good looks to find a rich woman and make a comeback. But Zhao Lanxin's actions ruined his reputation, and all the women who had previously been interested in him avoided him like the plague once they heard that he had a pregnant ex-girlfriend who was still harassing him.
"Zhao Lanxin, what exactly do you want?" Ling Yikai finally broke down when she cornered him in an alley one day.
"I don't want anything." Zhao Lanxin sneered, "If you don't let me have an easy time, I won't let you have an easy time either."
Two people with no scruples in their pursuit of their goals became entangled in this vicious cycle. They tormented and consumed each other, dragging each other into the deepest mire.
When people in the industry heard about this, they couldn't help but sigh: "Evil people will always be punished by other evil people."
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The short drama market has been booming for nearly two years, and its momentum is only getting stronger. Everyone believes that short dramas will replace long dramas and become an indispensable part of people's entertainment life.
However, market changes can happen overnight.
First, the government gradually tightened its regulations on short dramas. A large number of short dramas that relied on borderline or vulgar content to attract attention were taken down, forcing production companies to readjust their content direction.
The capital market reacted even more strongly. A flood of hot money poured into the short drama market, driving production costs several times over. A short drama that used to cost 300,000 yuan to produce now easily costs millions. Coupled with increasingly expensive streaming fees, most short dramas are actually losing money while gaining publicity.
The bubble finally burst.
The entire short drama market plummeted from its explosive growth to rock bottom. A large number of short drama projects were canceled, short drama platforms reported massive losses, and many short drama actors went from being constantly invited to being ignored in less than half a year.
Zhixing was naturally affected as well. However, because Qin Hao consistently insisted on not getting involved in short drama production, filming, or distribution, the impact wasn't too significant. Only some contracted short drama adaptation writers experienced a sharp drop in income and faced difficulties.
Just when the entire short drama industry was in despair, an unexpected person suddenly emerged.
Dai Shan.
He Han's former editor and Uncle Fan's ex-girlfriend, she naturally lost her job after He Han returned to Zhixing.
But no one expected that she would create an AI creation platform during the lowest point of the short drama industry.
Dai Shan's moves are significant. She has spent a lot of money signing numerous online novel authors to provide materials and training data for the AI model. At the same time, she made a bold statement at the press conference: "Soon, online novels will enter the AI era. The era of real human authors is over."
These words caused an uproar throughout the online literature community.
Uncle Fan initially dismissed his ex-wife's AI-powered content creation platform. He and Dai Shan had been divorced for years, and he had always looked down on her get-rich-quick mentality. AI writing novels? What good stuff could that thing possibly produce?
Until one day, his editor sent several articles from an AI-generated content platform to his email.
Uncle Fan originally planned to just glance at them and delete them, but the more he read, the more alarmed he became. While the AI articles weren't exactly eloquent, they were plentiful and satisfying, fast-paced, and packed with exciting moments, making them decent enough for the average reader.
His palms began to sweat.
If AI writing really develops to this extent, what will happen to the lower and middle-level authors on Dingqi.com? Their hard work typing all day is not as good as the amount generated by AI in a few minutes.
Just as Uncle Fan was feeling uneasy, Dai Shan called.
"Old Fan, have you seen my AI platform?" Dai Shan's tone was full of pride: "What do you think?"
Uncle Fan forced a smile and said, "It's so-so, far from being a true online novel."
"Really?" Daisy chuckled. "Then why are you panicking?"
"Who's panicking?"
“Your voice is trembling, Lao Fan.” Dai Shan’s tone was light and tinged with sarcasm: “My AI platform has only been online for a month, and its daily active users have already exceeded one million. It will catch up with yours soon.”
Uncle Fan was speechless. He knew Dai Shan wasn't lying; the AI-generated content platform was entirely free to read. Although there were ads, the sheer volume of content attracted a large number of readers unwilling to pay. In just one month, daily active users had exceeded one million—a truly astonishing growth rate.
For a time, all the authors in the circle were crying out, "The wolf is coming!"
Naturally, there was also much discussion within the company. Qin Hao specifically organized an internal meeting to have the editors thoroughly study this AI-powered content creation platform.
The conclusion reached was somewhat subtle.
"AI-generated novels are indeed much better than before, with improvements in pacing and control of exciting moments. However, they are still far from the level of top authors. More importantly, these so-called AI novels still rely on real authors to create the outlines and detailed plans."
In other words, AI is not omnipotent. It needs someone to pave the way for it so that it can move forward. Without the support of real-life outlines and detailed plans, what AI writes will still be a jumbled mess.
This conclusion brought some relief to many. However, many lower- and middle-level authors remained worried.
“AI now needs real people to create outlines and details, but what if it doesn’t need them in the future?” An author raised this question in the group: “AI will keep evolving. Once it has figured out all the formulas for online novels, all the lower and middle-level authors will be quietly eliminated.”
These words were like a thorn, piercing into everyone's heart.
Pessimism is spreading among the authors. Some veteran authors are even advising newcomers to switch careers: "Find another way out as soon as possible, this line of work won't last long."
Uncle Fan grew increasingly anxious upon seeing these messages in the group chat. After much deliberation, he finally steeled himself and contacted Qin Hao.
“Teacher Qin Hao.” Uncle Fan sat in Qin Hao’s office, his wrinkles deepening. “Dai Shan’s AI platform is too powerful. If this continues, Dingqi.com will be ruined by her sooner or later.”
Qin Hao remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.
He naturally understood the principle of "if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold." Most of the authors on Zhixing came from Dingqi.com. If Dingqi.com collapsed, the livelihoods of many Zhixing authors would be gone. At that time, Dai Shan's AI platform would dominate, and the entire online literature ecosystem would be changed.
"What do you want me to do?" Qin Hao asked.
"Could you... come back from obscurity?" Uncle Fan looked at him cautiously: "As the 'chief editor,' write a new book. Let everyone see what a truly top-tier online novel looks like."
Qin Hao did not answer immediately. He put down his teacup and looked out the window.
He hasn't appeared in the role of "general manager" for a long time. In recent years, he has been mainly busy with the operation of Zhixing, and writing has become a side job. But Uncle Fan is right. At this critical juncture, someone needs to step forward and reassure all authors.
“Okay.” He turned his head and said calmly, “Then write one.”
The day the news broke, the entire online literature community was in an uproar.
Dingqi.com's official Weibo account posted a message with only four simple words—
The general manager has returned.
There were no extra embellishments, not even any accompanying pictures. But these four words alone soared to the top of the trending search list in just half an hour.
Book fans went wild. Longtime readers spread the news with joy, as if it were New Year's Day. Authors who had long been shrouded in the shadow of AI platforms also seemed to see a glimmer of hope.
Dingqi.com seized the opportunity and announced that it would conduct a live interview with "Zongguan" to discuss the hottest topic at the moment - AI novels.
The moment the live stream reservation channel opened, the number of reservations skyrocketed. Within an hour, the number of reservations exceeded 300,000.
Whether they are longtime fans of "General Manager" or authors in the online literature circle, everyone wants to see how this supreme god of the online literature world views this new thing called AI writing.
On the day of the live stream, Qin Hao arrived at Dingqi.com's live stream room early. Uncle Fan personally took care of everything and arranged everything perfectly.
The moment the live stream started, the influx of viewers nearly crashed the server. The number of online viewers skyrocketed from zero to 100,000 in less than ten seconds.
The moment Qin Hao appeared on camera, the live chat exploded.
"Holy crap, the manager is so handsome, he's almost as good-looking as me!"
"He's so handsome! He's much younger than I imagined!"
"Manager! I need a new book! I need a new book!"
The number of online users is still skyrocketing. 100,000, 200,000, 500,000... In just a few minutes, it broke the million mark.
The host, a senior editor at Dingqi.com, was trembling when she saw the data. She had never witnessed anything like this in all her years of live interviews.
After the live stream started, Qin Hao first answered several pre-prepared questions, mainly discussing his views on AI novels.
"AI writing is indeed a new way of creating, I don't deny that." Qin Hao said calmly to the camera, "But in my opinion, the core of writing has never been technique, but emotion. AI can imitate human language and can use the formula of online novels, but it cannot understand human joy, anger, sorrow and happiness."
He paused, then continued, "I've looked at some works on AI platforms, and frankly, they're very neat and have a good rhythm. But after you finish reading them, you won't remember anything. Because those words have no soul."
The comments section was filled with cheers.
"That's absolutely right!"
"AI-written code is garbage!"
"The eternal God who governs!"
The host then asked, "Does the general manager have any plans for a new book?"
Qin Hao smiled slightly: "The new book is finished, and it's called 'Beyond Time'."
The barrage of comments exploded again.
"Beyond Time! I've written it down!"
When will it be issued? When will it be issued?
"Send it tonight! Manager, make sure the internet speed is faster!"
The two-hour live stream was filled with a lively atmosphere. Besides discussing AI writing and his new book, Qin Hao also interacted extensively with viewers. Some asked him what books he usually reads, others asked where his writing inspiration comes from, and still others asked if he had any advice for aspiring authors.
Qin Hao answered each question calmly, but each answer was insightful and thought-provoking, leaving many of his colleagues feeling that they had benefited greatly from his responses.
The live stream's popularity peaked at over 130 million, surpassing many popular game streamers and those who flirt with the hype, and directly climbing into the top ten of the platform's popularity chart.
That evening, "Beyond Time" premiered on Dingqi.com.
No one could have predicted what would happen next—the book garnered over 800,000 favorites within just one hour of its release.
This number has broken all records in the online literature community.
In the book review section, readers' comments scrolled by like a screen being flooded. Some were so excited that they were incoherent, some wrote long reviews of over a thousand words, and others exclaimed, "Finally, the author has released a new book! My youth has returned!"
Dai Shan's face turned ashen after seeing the data for "Beyond Time".
She had to admit that Qin Hao's influence had exceeded her expectations. But she was never one to give up easily.
Soon, the AI-generated content platform released ten AI-generated novels, revised by top-tier authors. These novels, in terms of pacing and setting, had been meticulously crafted, and Dai Shan was confident they could rival "Beyond Time."
However, she was completely wrong.
These ten AI-generated novels not only had no impact on *Beyond Time*, but also attracted a large number of readers' ridicule. Many fans of the "General Manager" went to the book review sections of these novels to leave comments:
"What kind of rubbish is this? It's utter nonsense, not even worth a hair on the head steward's head."
"I told you, AI can't understand human emotions at all, so how could it possibly write good works?"
"You great authors, have you really thrown away all your shame for money? Writing outlines for AI, aren't you just pushing your own rice bowl into a fire pit?"
The renowned authors who participated in the revision were heavily criticized and took to social media to clarify that they had only made some technical adjustments and that it did not represent their endorsement of AI writing.
Undeterred, Daisy spent a fortune hiring several top-tier authors to create novels that would directly challenge "Beyond Time." The result was predictable—a crushing defeat.
A top-tier author privately told a friend, "It's not that I'm not good enough, it's that the system administrator is too powerful. Even if I wrote it by hand, it wouldn't be good enough, let alone with AI."
This statement quickly spread throughout the online literature community, and everyone exclaimed: "The supreme god is indeed the supreme god, and no one can rival him."
A month later, "Beyond Time" was officially released.
The moment the VIP chapters were released, subscriptions poured in like a flood bursting its banks. Within 24 hours, the first 24-hour subscriptions reached an astonishing 216 million.
This number silenced the entire online literature community.
Everyone knows that this record is unlikely to be broken even in ten years.
It was on this day that He Han and Lin Zhanqiao held their wedding.
The wedding was held at a five-star hotel; it wasn't extravagant, but it was filled with warmth. He Han, dressed in a sharp suit, was so nervous he didn't know what to do with his hands. Lin Zhanqiao, in a white wedding dress, smiled as brightly as an innocent young girl.
Qin Hao and Zhou Mei also attended the wedding, accompanied by a bouncy little boy.
Upon seeing Qin Hao, He Han quickly came forward to greet him: "Old Qin, you've arrived."
"Of course I have to come." Qin Hao patted him on the shoulder. "Today is your big day, how could I not come?"
He Han nodded vigorously, then turned to Zhou Mei: "Zhou Mei, you're here too, come in and sit down."
Zhou Mei smiled and said, "Congratulations, He Han."
Lin Zhanqiao gave Zhou Mei a gentle hug, tears streaming down her face, but a slight smile played on her lips.
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