Wenhao 1979, starting with contributing to Story Club

Chapter 195 New Year's Gift

A writer's vitality, of course, ultimately lies in his works.

To date, the Truman Show series has published its third installment, the Resident Evil book.

However, it just so happened that Yu Zhen accompanied the delegation to North America during that period.

For a considerable period afterward, he held a prominent position in the North American film and television industry and hosted a super live talk show, the world's first reality variety show.

So much so that in the year that followed.

Yu Zhen simply doesn't have the energy to continue writing the sequel.

Of course, he was also annoyed by the noise from inside and outside the industry at that time, especially being portrayed as a so-called traitor who betrayed his country.

Even more ridiculously, in North America, they also exhausted every possible means to retain their employees.

There were even high-ranking officials from Capitol Hill who said that any creative output in North America, regardless of its nature, benefits from the advantages of North American local resources.

So even if you are a writer who uses your brain to create.

But the works that come from your mind are inherently exclusive to the United States.

In other words, you, the great writer Yu, may still not naturalize as a citizen of the great United States, but whatever you create on North American soil, the United States has the right, in the name of law and God, to strip you of your rights.

As for your original work—

You are merely acting in the name of God, passing through the hands of what originally belonged to America, and handing it over. That's all.

Since the logic of robbers was so flawed, Yu Zhen lost his creative desire and simply stopped writing. Instead, he sought pleasure among Hollywood actresses, casually dabbled in a live television show, and seriously served as the head of entertainment news for half a year.

If he had really wanted to become a U.S. citizen, he could easily be considered the king of North American entertainment by now.

As a result, he was later suddenly attacked and killed in the street by thugs hired by a group of money-tailed rats.

Their long-term business operations in North America have been disrupted.

After a chaotic international escape, the battlefield has now shifted to the Japanese.

Domestically, however, the tide is turning.

At least those literary figures who launched those vicious attacks, smears, and fabrications are now collectively turning around and licking the boots of foreign monks and scriptures. They take all sorts of rumors and gossip from outside, carefully excerpt and embellish them, and then export them back to China, giving them all a veneer of foreign sweet air.

With this change, they suddenly couldn't bring themselves to attack and insult Yu Zhen anymore.

On the contrary, many voices expressed their indignation on Yu Zhen's behalf.

Even more astonishingly, some people have started their own columns, using Yu Zhen's story of venturing into North America as a gimmick to meticulously critique and sell their overseas articles.

In short, Yu Zhen, who was initially condemned as a traitor and a collaborator, has suddenly become an ally.

Of course, it's no wonder that these clever writers change their minds so quickly.

They actually had no way of knowing what Yu Zhen was doing overseas.

But seeing Yu Zhen's grand and spectacular trip to the United States back then...

Now, as if his talent has suddenly run dry, for a whole year, he has not been able to produce the necessary paperwork. Furthermore, Yu Zhenyou has been unable to return to his country for far too long, and has been "wandering" overseas.

Why do they still cling to a person who is already destitute and homeless?

Besides, who can say for sure what will happen if Yu Zhen comes along and his family also fails to make it to the US and ends up with half-baked results? Would they have to suffer the same fate? It would be better to sell some of the good stuff while they still have a way out for themselves.

Cultured people are meticulous in their actions, always seeking both the essential and the subtly intricate details, while maintaining an outwardly righteous and upright demeanor.

"Xiao Yu, take a look at this internal transfer document! You're doing this shady business." As time went on, it seemed he was about to be tacitly removed from the literary circle!

"~~

On this day, Qin Zhongkai unexpectedly brought over an internal white paper document and, upon meeting, began to tease him while suppressing a smile.

Yu Zhen took the white paper internal reference document and casually flipped through it.

After a short while, his expression clearly showed signs of constipation, looking both miserable and helpless.

He asked, "What does that mean? Is there some new instruction from above?"

Yu Zhen chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Alright, given my creative plans, there are still two sequels to the Truman Show series that I haven't come up with yet. I guess I'll just have to suffer a bit for now, hehe————"

"The capable should do more! Haha, but Comrade Xiao Yu, I have another freshly baked gift with me this time. Well, the Institute of Military Science and Technology specially entrusted me to deliver it. It's almost the New Year, and everyone is thinking of you!"

Haha, guess what the gift will be!

Yu Zhen perked up upon hearing this. "Wow, the comrades from the Chinese Academy of Sciences Military Research Institute specifically asked you to bring this gift? It just so happens that your arrival is urging us to continue working on the novel's sequel. Hmmm—could it be a laptop computer??"

Qin Zhongkai's eyes widened immediately. "Xiao Yu, you really guessed it? I'm getting a little scared. You don't actually have some kind of mind-reading superpower, do you?"

As he spoke, he turned around and called for someone to bring over a large cardboard box.

A moment later, the cardboard box was opened, revealing a square-shaped device with an overall military green paint job, measuring over a meter in size and a full ten centimeters in thickness.

But it is indeed a portable device.

[Laptop!!!]

Wow, it weighs twenty kilograms, and when you touch it, you can tell that the outer shell is made of special steel.

Yu Zhen was very curious and didn't care much about the overall weight of the computer.

After all, what era are we living in? This is the end of 1980, a time when Apple computers were still bulky and clunky.

Moreover, the product in front of us can be picked up and taken away at any time, truly realizing the benefits of portability.

That's all for now. I've plugged it in and am powering it on.

With a crisp beep, the screen suddenly lit up, followed by a rapid scrolling of Chinese self-test messages.

Yu Zhen raised an eyebrow. Impressive! The most basic self-test kernel information is even displayed in full Chinese. He couldn't help but look forward to it.

After an incredibly long and agonizing stretch of tens of seconds filled with anticipation.

"Huh!!"

"Holy crap—"

"Fully Chinese graphical form interface —"

Looking at the interface that appeared after the laptop successfully started up, it was a colorful graphic window with a fairly high resolution. Well, it was a window about one meter square with seven or eight matchbox-sized icons on it.

It's certainly not aesthetically pleasing.

However, Yu Zhen subconsciously treated the window interface in front of him as a smart old-fashioned mobile phone and directly reached out to touch those matchbox icons.

Hehe————