Before Wang Zixu’s body could no longer hold on any longer, his month of chaos finally came to an end.
This month, he focused on his shortcomings, made up for his weaknesses, and used the attitude of a challenger to achieve literary acceleration.
One month, 60 scripts, a total of 150,000 words.
When looking at the documents neatly arranged in his computer folder, Wang Zixu felt a sense of pride welling up, as if he had used Qin Shihuang to hammer all the ancient wonders in Civilization VI.
150,000 words, which is equivalent to the number of words in a qualified novel. These scripts interpret love from various aspects of life, and the way of libido is among them. It is the crystallization of imagination and beauty.
And even if it is his own work, he will be moved again when he re-examines it. He feels that these works are no less popular than those books that have exploded in China in recent years. He was confident that if these scripts were collected into a book, there would be a chance of publication.
Unfortunately, a script is just a script, a tool for speech therapy, a commodity rather than a work of art. In the world of literature and literature, they are brilliant elegant music and national style Li Sao; in the literary world, they are obscene words and songs, without country and Li, only coquettishness.
He thought with regret that the libido stimulated by these scripts would fade away, the speech therapist who had read these scripts would grow old, and these texts would be buried in his computer disk, lost to history along with all other digital information in the two hundred years of electronic movement.
And all this inspiration, talent and imagination finally condensed into only his 20,000 yuan royalties.
But he has no regrets.
He inquired about the publishing industry and found out that an unknown newcomer who publishes a book can get a few thousand yuan in royalties and make hard-earned money, which is pretty good. An author at his age who has not published any works can only publish at his own expense.
From the perspective of the publishing house, being able to publish a physical book is already a matter of honor, but you still want money? Spending thousands of dollars to form a good relationship is considered a friend, which is not bad.
If you publish a book for the first time and the results are unexpectedly popular, the royalties distributed to you will not increase, but you can be given a slightly more generous share ratio for the next book. But most people end up with nothing after the first book. Because the public's attention is limited and less is allocated to literature, such explosive miracles only happen once or twice a year, and more than five cartloads of books are published in a year.
Wang Zixu divined a hexagram for himself and got the Qian hexagram. Don't use Qianlong, because the Yang is down. He wanted to keep going like this, but he could only continue to lie dormant, waiting for his opportunity.
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On the day when wages were paid, Zuo Ziliang made a false appointment with Wang Zi at the coffee shop where they had met before, saying that they wanted to give him the money in person.
"Every time I meet you, it's like having an affair." In the coffee shop, Zuo Ziliang took a sip from his water glass, and the ring on his finger flashed.
“…”
Wang Zixu was very dissatisfied with his rhetoric. If it was an affair, he would rather the partner be a well-educated and well-educated rich lady than a bald man whose business is selling libido.
Zuo Ziliang took out an envelope from his arms and slapped it on the table. It was a thick stack, still with body temperature. Wang Zixu picked it up like a thief, opened the seal, leaned over and glanced inside. It was full of money. He crushed it with his fingers and "papa" played an upgrading melody.
After putting the money into his pocket, Wang Zixu said: "Do you know?"
Zuo Ziliang said: "Huh?"
"I have thought of many ways to collect royalties before." Wang Zixu said. "But I definitely didn't think of this."
Zuo Ziliang said: "I'm calling you out this time because I actually have something to tell you. I thought about it for a long time and thought it would be better to ask you to give a lecture to our speech therapist. Yes. There are many misunderstandings about your script. In addition, it will be beneficial for you to listen to the opinions of the front-line speech therapists in the future. "
Zuo Ziliang said very solemnly, as if he was afraid that Wang Zixu would not agree. But Wang Zixu didn't think it was a big deal in his heart, and he didn't mind sharing his understanding of creation with others.
He said: "I'm just worried that I don't have much time. Writing two scripts every day is quite energy-consuming."
Zuo Ziliang said: "That's easy to say, your one class can be worth two scripts, and I will pay you 800 yuan in teaching fees every time."
As soon as he heard that he had money, Wang Zixu became interested and said, that's good, you can try it.
Zuo Ziliang smiled and said, "You don't seem to have joined the group, right? I'll recommend it to you and join it."
"What group?"
“It’s a chat group, you can talk about it in the group later.”
Wang Zixu has always had an inexplicable resistance to “groups”.
The word "group" always reminds Wang Zixu of cows and horses. He also understood that this was his problem, not the problem of the person who named it, because if he were more educated, he would associate this word with mathematics.
Wang Zixu’s unit also has a work group. The leader requires everyone to join the group, saying that it is convenient for arranging work. Wang Zixu also joined, so he also became a cow and a horse.
Every time the leader speaks in the group, no matter what he says, the group will instantly go into a moo, either sending "received" or "applauding", and the chat box will be filled with people in a row, and the atmosphere will be more lively than during an on-site meeting.
The most terrible thing is that the leader also likes to write poems. He always posts his half-literate poems in Laogan style to the group, and gets unanimous praise from his colleagues every time.
Wang Zixu is serious about literature and sincere to himself, so he cannot praise his leader's poems no matter what.
It happened that the boss knew that he liked literature, so he would ask his opinion by name every time. Every time he encountered this situation, Wang Zixu would say something against his will.
But even if it was considered a betrayal of his aesthetics for him, his words in the scene seemed a bit harsh compared to the praise from his colleagues, so he had a vague feeling that the leader was quite dissatisfied with him.
Because of his experience in large groups, he had a negative impression of group chats. Later, when other colleagues invited him to join small groups, he always chose to refuse. Over time, I isolated myself.
That’s all Wang Zixu’s understanding of group chat. So after joining the group chat that the bald man recommended to him, I was taken aback by the warm atmosphere.
“Welcome, boss, the group status is -1.”
“The new guy’s photo is amazing!”
“Welcome, welcome! Once you join the group, you will become a family!”
The prince fainted. He had no idea what they were talking about.
He clicked on the avatars of these people one by one, checked their nicknames and signatures, and confirmed that he did not know them. In this way, he could only understand this welcome ceremony as natural hospitality.
So he wrote a thank-you speech of about 200 words using as gentle a word as possible. After he finished writing, he looked at the content of the group chat and found that no one was talking about him who had just joined the group.
Zuo Ziliang sat across from him and said: "Have you joined the group? Did you join? Why do you use your real name on the Internet? You are so brave."
Wang Zixu said: "My account is a work account. I only add people I know in real life. For convenience, I used my real name."
Zuo Ziliang said: "Although your name is not too vulgar, I suggest you change it to another one."
Wang Zixu asked: "What kind of online name is better?"
Zuo Ziliang said: "No. Just make it easy to remember. I don’t like comments. If you really don’t know how to start, just look at the names of other people in the group."
Wang Zixu scrolled up the chat history and looked at the nicknames of other group members -
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Oleander.
Pork wholesale guy.
Sunny and cheerful Sakura-chan.
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