I am a literary giant in Europe

Chapter 461 Records!!

As July drew to a close, the weather in southern France suddenly became unpredictable.

Last night, the sky was filled with twinkling stars.

Early in the morning, however, it was pouring rain.

Joey and Maggie sat under the eaves by the door, drinking coffee and watching the rain outside, enjoying a unique moment.

Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui were chatting with Genevieve in the living room.

Eva lazily came downstairs, picked up a cup of hot tea, and took a sip.

"Still writing?"

"Gone!"

Eva said with a smile.

At that moment, Eva the tabby cat, who had been curled up on the sofa, ran over, rubbed against Eva's legs a couple of times, and meowed twice.

Eva crouched down and patted her head.

"Go ahead, but don't disturb his sleep."

"Meow!"

Eva the tabby cat ran up the stairs.

Immediately afterwards, the two large animals that had been lying at the door also followed Eva upstairs.

"Is this how all writers create their works?"

“I don’t know… I do know a few writers on Hong Kong Island, but none of them write like Amos.”

Of course, no one earns more than him!

Eva came over and sat down by the door.

Holding a stack of freshly printed manuscripts, he sipped his tea and began reading with great interest.

"Sister, does it look good?"

"It's really good-looking, and I think it's super interesting."

The evil forces that were nurtured in the British Museum, such as the Moai statues and the Rosetta Stone, eventually vanished into thin air in Chinese civilization.

Hehe, I think it's quite interesting.

Amos said that the character of Rebecca was based on me.

"whispering sound!"

Show affection and die quickly!

Joey and Maggie rolled their eyes in unison, then gave Eva the middle finger.

"That sounds interesting, can I see it too?"

Maggie, an actress by profession, keenly sensed something and asked Eva for the script.

Eva was very generous and placed the manuscript on the table.

"A few days?"

"Today is the seventh day!"

"A world is created in six days, and then rests on the seventh."

Leslie Cheung laughed as he muttered to himself.

"We were chatting a few days ago, and we were talking about another story."

result……

Sometimes I really don't understand. We all have one brain, so why does he have so many inspirations?

Anita Mui held a Chinese version of "Life Is Beautiful" and expressed her curiosity.

……

Liu Jin slept soundly for a long time.

When I opened my eyes, it was already dark.

He felt soreness in his back and waist. Although he had slept for a long time, he was not particularly refreshed and his head was still foggy.

I was so hungry that I couldn't sleep.

So he changed his clothes and came out, only to see Julie and Adrian lying at the door. He immediately stood up.

Immediately afterward, Eva the tabby cat jumped off the bed and followed Liu Jin downstairs.

"Amos, you're awake!"

"Gina, haven't you rested yet?"

"It's not even nine o'clock yet."

Eva also came in from outside. Seeing Liu Jin come down, she smiled and said, "I asked Aunt Luke to prepare dinner. I'll bring it to you now."

"Okay, I'm starving!"

As Liu Jin spoke, he walked out of the room.

The rain had stopped in the afternoon.

The humid air, carrying the scent of the sea, instantly cleared my previously drowsy mind.

On the lawn, a table was set up, and a group of people were chatting there.

Seeing Liu Jin approach, Qiao Yi quickly stood up and made room for him.

"Amos, is this book finished?"

"It's just the first one."

"There's a sequel?"

"Of course, I plan to write three books... but I won't be writing any more for the time being, it's just too tiring!"

It's the shell of Night at the Museum, but the core has completely changed.

The first part was completed in a short time thanks to a flash of inspiration.

But the second part... needs to incorporate more material.

Liu Jin plans to take some time next year to visit the British Museum.

Joey laughed, "How can you write like this... it's like you're possessed. But it really is very good."

"As I said, it was the result of a flash of inspiration."

Liu Jin slumped in his chair, basking in the cool night breeze.

Raise your head and look up at the starry sky.

The stars are twinkling.

I'll write about Night at the Museum first, and then I'll write about The Secret Life of Walter Mitty in a couple of years.

No, that doesn't seem right!
As Night at the Museum came to a close, Liu Jin's memory began to slowly return to normal.

The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, I think it's based on a novel.

I'll check it later!
If it's an adaptation of the original work, then trying to steal Ben Stiller's luck will be troublesome.

"Joey?"

"Ok?"

Have you heard of the book "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty"?

At this moment, Eva brought over dinner and placed it in front of Liu Jin.

"James Thurber's *The Secret Life of Walter Mitty*?"

You know this book?

"I've seen it. It seems to be a work from the 1940s. I saw it in the library of the American University of Paris."

Midnight Publishing and Hachette Publishing seem to have published French versions, but they're not very well-known.

Compared to Joy, Eva is a quintessential artsy young woman.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have been fooled by Bertolucci and gone to make that film, "The Dreamers".

It seems she got married while filming "Kingdom of Heaven," but later divorced and lived alone in England.

In this timeline, she probably won't have the chance to get to know that man again!

"You read a lot!"

"Of course... When I was studying in drama class, my teacher once said that I should read more books in order to absorb more energy."

As a result, I've been reading nothing but your books these past few years!

"Then tell me, is it well-written or not!"

Eva couldn't help but laugh and bent down to kiss Liu Jin's cheek.

"You're the best! Your books are incredibly good!"

"Hahahaha!"

Liu Jin threw his head back and laughed loudly.

Joey looked at the others with suspicion and said, "Is he really a writer?"

Leslie Cheung and the others couldn't help but burst into laughter!

……

That night, Eva did not go to see Liu Jin again.

She's been working very hard these past few days.

Everyone slept soundly and peacefully.

The next day, Liu Jin woke up feeling refreshed and energetic.

At his age, he is in the prime of his creative years, with a constant stream of brilliant ideas and a strong desire to write.

I sent the manuscript for "Night at the Museum" to Ottilie.

I sent it in the morning, and then Ottilie called me in the afternoon.

"What do you mean?"

"what do you mean?"

"Wasn't he supposed to be in seclusion creating that 'Game' thing? How come he suddenly sent me this 'Night at the Museum'?"

Mela asked me to ask you where you plan to publish it.

"I don't care... You can have the French version, and let Mela decide on the English version."

Mela's voice came through, "How about giving it to Hachette?"

"Anything is fine. My only requirement is that it be published as soon as possible."

"Again?"

Mela couldn't help but scream.

"Why is it so urgent to publish it again..."

"Yes, I'm going to help Eva get revenge."

What's wrong with Eva?

"Well, it's hard to explain in a few words. Let's talk about it in person later."

"Then that copy of 'The Hunger Games' of yours..."

"I'm still writing, but I'll take it slow."

By the way, what's the report on *Nemo*? Any news from the scholars?

Mela said irritably, "You must not have checked your email lately... The scholars have decided to publish it and have also discussed the relevant matters with me. The scholars will mobilize the extracurricular reading recommendation committee to include this book in the recommended extracurricular reading materials for elementary school students... Amos, I advise you to take it easy. Your crazy writing is a bit scary."

Upon hearing this, Liu Jin couldn't help but burst into laughter.

What happened after that had nothing to do with him anymore!

Next, he just needs to focus on writing, without rushing, and take his time... 10,000 words a day is enough!
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(End of this chapter)