The King of Soft Rice in Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 8 Hey, I’m a Taoist Priest!
"Okay, okay, you're so great." Faced with someone's bragging, the dad looked like "you're so proud of nothing", seemingly indifferent, but a little jealous.

Twenty years later, he would probably be very proud, but now... his son has become a writer and has achieved something he couldn't do before. As a feudal patriarch, he will inevitably react instinctively to the fact that "his right to speak has been challenged."

"Of course," Xu Jiuyang immediately raised his chin, "This is just the beginning. I can earn more in the future."

Having said that, he sighed in his heart, because although the plan was completed, there were some deviations.

After the end of last summer vacation, Xu Jiuyang began to prepare to write campus science fiction. Although he came up with two good ideas when he visited Beihai Park, he did not bring them out immediately.

It's very simple. Even if he is ready to give up, he is still curious about trying new things, such as publishing a completely original science fiction novel.

As mentioned before, for campus science fiction, the writing requirements are very low, the key is creativity.

But even so, by the end of 95, he had not been able to publish a single piece, and he felt a little bad.

At this time, Xu Jiuyang could only bring out the story that was associated with the clone. The content was very simple, that is, at a certain point in the future, instant transmission devices have become popular, and many people use them to commute to get off work and travel.

The male protagonist is a conservative who doesn't like teleportation and always travels by car. His wife has persuaded him to give it a try several times. So one day after being late for work, the male protagonist walked into the cylindrical sealed teleportation device with the intention of giving it a try.

Then, what is the so-called transmission device? First, the person coming in is scanned, and then copied in the transmission device at the destination, and then poison gas is sprayed in the sealed cabin here to kill the original.

Therefore, at the end of the story, the male protagonist in the teleportation device died tragically in the poisonous gas, and the male protagonist who came out of the teleportation device loudly praised his wife, saying that this thing was quick and convenient and he would use it in the future.

To be honest, this novel has a lot of flaws. Not to mention that the technology and social resources are already abundant enough to clone people at will, while the social structure is no different from now, the technology that can completely decompose the human body alone has great potential for other things!

But from the perspective of imagination, this article is indeed very thrilling and sci-fi, so Xu Jiuyang modified it slightly, explained the energy problem of the transmission device a little, mentioned 3D printing technology by the way, and sent it to "Science Fiction World".

And guess what? Hey, I made it! The article was published!
Xu Jiuyang felt even worse because of this. Damn, could it be that the reason he didn't catch the editor's eye before was because his mentality was not young enough?

Fortunately, the second campus science fiction piece he published two months later was his original work and did not use the story he came up with due to the language barrier, which made him feel relieved.

If possible, Xu Jiuyang really didn't want to use that idea. Theoretically, it is possible to create a universal translation machine by translating one language into English first and then into another language - as long as the information loss in the translation process can be solved.

Therefore, if the intermediate language is Chinese, it is not true in reality. The original story is that the developer of the translation machine came up with the idea after seeing people from different countries communicating in English.

But if he had to use English, Xu Jiuyang would feel unhappy. After all, he was reborn and was a spectator who had experienced the entire rise.

This timing is definitely what the editors of this era like.

Fortunately, this story was not used in the end, so he didn't have to worry about it.

Then it was easy. After communicating with the editor, Xu Jiuyang started writing the novella for submission. After several months of hard work, he achieved today's results.

The novella, totaling 3 words, received a manuscript fee of 70 yuan per thousand words. Compared with the two campus science fiction pieces, which totaled 6000 words and received a manuscript fee of 120 yuan, this is a qualitative leap.

The key is that the remittance slip arrived at the perfect time. A day earlier or later, it wouldn't have had the same effect as it does now, because... "Yang, it's a good thing that you can publish articles, but you also have to study hard. I heard that you didn't do very well in the final exam. You used to rank in the middle of the class, but this time you dropped to outside the top 40." Dad put on a serious face, "You can't make a living by writing novels in the future."

Come on, come on, I can't help but say a few words of criticism. Xu Jiuyang curled his lips in his heart. He really wanted to say: Of course I can.

After all, writing science fiction novels and submitting them for publication not only earns royalties and improves one's status at home and school, but also helps to hone one's writing skills for the future wave of online literature.

He had no intention of making online novels his main career. Any kind of writing requires talent. The reason why Potato is Potato is that he is very good at creating and guiding the rhythm. You know, "Don't bully the young and poor" is not his exclusive sentence, but he became popular because of it.

In fact, rhythm is very important for any commercial work, whether it is a novel or a film or TV series.

Xu Jiuyang's thoughts were very simple. He was not greedy at all and did not expect to be like Xuehong and work with the website to hype up millions of subscriptions, but it was still possible for him to gain the title of a pioneer of multiple themes.

There are the broken engagement flow, amber flow, mortal flow, infinite flow, weird flow, secret flow, all-heaven flow, comprehensive shadow flow, rich man flow and even movie watching flow. Each book is finished after writing a million words. In the future, if any author writes on the same subject matter, no matter how well it is written, he will be called the ancestor.

In this way, he could earn at least a million yuan in royalties, right? It would also be a guarantee for his future speculation.

Anyway, I still have several years to go before I can be free. I have nothing to do, so I might as well write novels to kill time. It's better than making torpedoes.

However, despite his thoughts, he still said, "I didn't say I wouldn't study hard. I've been using my spare time to write novels, okay? You can't let my writing talent go to waste, right?"

Although in his previous life, on his father's 70th birthday, he expressed in front of relatives and friends that he understood many of his father's actions, but understanding is understanding, it does not mean acceptance.

Before the old man could say anything, the square-faced man sitting next to him burst into laughter and said in his seafood-heavy Mandarin, "I think Xiaoyang will really be a great writer in the future."

"Did you hear that? Uncle Yong is praising you." Dad had no choice but to say this.

"Thank you, Uncle Yong. Can I go to Jiuzhaigou with you?" After Xu Jiuyang gave Uncle Yong a thumbs up in his heart, he immediately asked.

"Why are you going to Jiuzhaigou?" asked Dad.

"I haven't been to Jiuzhaigou yet. You guys are going, so it's just right for me to go with you." Xu Jiuyang said confidently.

"Don't we still have to make up for the missed classes at school?" Dad frowned.

"I'm just asking for leave," Xu Jiuyang shrugged. "Although my final exam score was lower, it was mainly due to math. Everything else is fine."

As he spoke, he casually glanced at Uncle Yong. If he was really as hypocritical as his father in his previous life said...

Sure enough, Uncle Yong interrupted in time: "It's okay, it's okay, let Xiaoyang go with us, it's lively."

Since he said so, the father, who wanted to save face, had to swallow the words that were on the tip of his tongue, and then glared at Xu Jiuyang: "Don't be biased in one subject, you haven't even finished junior high school yet."

(End of this chapter)