Wenhao 1979, starting with contributing to Story Club

Chapter 199 The Terminator

If a workman wants to be good, he must first sharpen his weapon.

With a laptop computer that was almost at the level of modern technology, Yu Zhen's creative enthusiasm was indeed immediately stimulated.

In the following days, he once again went into seclusion.

Then, he just sat in front of the computer, honing his iron will, and like a madman, produced nearly 100,000 words of creative output every day.

Let's not exaggerate it.

Honestly, sitting in front of the computer typing away, outputting the novel content in his mind, this feeling of being overwhelmed was completely out of control, as if it was something that his subjective consciousness could not control at all.

It's as if, because of this laptop with a completely Chinese user interface, the world desperately needs related e-reading content to fill it.

So his body and memory, the iron-butt kung fu he practiced sitting in front of the computer all day long, all seemed to be driven by a mysterious force, using this output channel to try to build the prototype of a virtual home in the present time and space using electronic reading content.

How should I put it!

Coincidentally, the story being developed is based on the Terminator T-800, a being capable of tearing through time rifts and traversing into the future.

Robot warriors arrived.

It's as if, in the darkness, a mysterious force is bringing the Terminator to this moment.

And the content of his novels serves as an anchor point in time and space.

In any case, Yu Zhen only spent 5 days writing the Terminator chapter.

Coincidentally, I had a phone call with Comrade Yuan from the Institute of Military Science and Technology just 5 days ago.

That day, after he finished writing the last paragraph of "The Terminator", he immediately heard a knock on the door.

He went up and opened the door.

Alright, Comrade Yuan appeared at the door in a flurry of activity.

"Xiao Yu, long time no see! How are you?!"

"Hey, Comrade Yuan, what brings you here so suddenly? When did the relevant domestic departments allow senior engineers like you to leave the country so easily?

"What kind of talk is that? Hong Kong isn't some other place, it's not like it's our own backyard. It's just territory temporarily under the control of the foreigners, so why can't I come over? Who the hell would dare to mess with us?!"

"Ha, yes, yes, Comrade Yuan speaks so eloquently, so well said! It's our own backyard, who the hell dares to utter a sound, we'll just wipe them out—ha, but it's almost the New Year, what happened that you suddenly came here?"

Is it an emergency?

Yu Zhen has been in seclusion these past few days working on his creative work, and he's a little confused, as if his mind is still immersed in the story and he hasn't completely detached himself from it.

Hearing him say that, Comrade Yuan was speechless for a moment.

Qin Zhongkai, who was standing beside him, shook his head with concern. "Xiao Yu, look at yourself! You've been locked up for five whole days. As for why Comrade Yuan came here, have you forgotten what happened five days ago?"

Comrade Yuan was also distressed, and quickly explained with a smile, "Xiao Yu, five days ago you reminded me that we could try to set up space-based communication, taking advantage of the transit of Xiaomi and Su's satellites to piggyback on their network —"

Yu Zhen slapped his forehead. "Oh! I remember now, there was such a thing! What, Comrade Yuan, in your institute, could it be that this has already—??"

Comrade Yuan smiled again, "I have not failed in my mission. I am here to add some equipment to your computer so we can try out long-distance space-based communication capabilities and see if we can achieve preliminary ultra-long-distance wireless email transmission to the institute in Beijing!"

Look at Comrade Yuan's confident demeanor.

On second thought, those people at the Chinese Academy of Sciences Military Research Institute have always been known for their "no action without a sure thing" approach. If they didn't have the real skills, who would dare to travel so far to embarrass themselves?

Yu Zhen also became excited, saying with great anticipation, "Oh my, now that you mention it, you comrades are really lucky to have such good fortune!"

It's time. I just finished writing the fourth book in The Truman Show, the Terminator arc, which is 560,000 words long.

Upon hearing this, Comrade Yuan was immediately filled with excitement. "Wow, that's absolutely fantastic!"

Qin Zhongkai, who was listening nearby, felt his head buzzing.

Mom, you brat, are you out of your mind? In just five days, without even taking a single step outside the door, you've managed to create such a massive amount of story content all at once.

56 words, in 5 full days.

What a terrifying concept this is!

Even with a creative tool like a laptop, it's impossible to say that creating with pen and paper is instantly twice as fast!

There's no time to dwell too much on Yu Zhen's creative speed.

They entered the room together, and Comrade Yuan took the lead and sat down in front of the computer. He immediately started clicking on the screen, tracing Yu Zhen's computer operation logs over the past few days, trying to confirm whether this kid was really that amazing, having completed a 56-word novel in just 5 days.

Specifically, what level of concept does it mean to create 56 words of content on a computer in 5 days?

Because this is the first case in the world, there are no other reference points.

So even though they all found it unbelievable, they really couldn't gauge just how unbelievable it was.

After confirming the information, Comrade Yuan fell silent in surprise.

Then, I felt even more heartbroken.

"Xiao Yu, why are you pushing yourself so hard? You're not taking good care of your health at all! Director Qin, don't you know how to keep an eye on him? He thinks he can do whatever he wants just because he's young, but... sigh!"

"Old Yuan, I've got it. I'll keep a close eye on this brat from now on!" What else could Qin Zhongkai say but remember it? He was also thinking about reporting it to his superiors to see if they could arrange for the brat to go to a retirement home for retired cadres and have the top traditional Chinese medicine doctor from the labor and social security department give him a comprehensive recuperation and rest.

The human body is, after all, not a machine.

Moreover, even machine parts are subject to wear and tear and need to be replaced after prolonged use.

You brat, you're acting recklessly now because you're young and strong. But when you get older, you'll regret it.

"Huh?? Old Yuan, what are you doing?! Didn't we say we were going to install some equipment on the computer and set up some kind of space-based communication function? What's wrong with you? You're staring at the document content endlessly—"

It turned out that just as Qin Zhongkai was filled with endless emotion, Comrade Yuan, who had finished checking the operation log, was suddenly drawn to the content of the Terminator novel. His eyes were glued to the screen, and he stopped doing anything else and started reading the novel.

Interrupted by Qin Zhongkai, Comrade Yuan gave an awkward laugh, "Oh dear, the novel is just too captivating, I got completely engrossed in it, sorry, sorry—"

He apologized verbally, but he didn't seem to be busy installing and debugging the sky-based communication equipment.

Instead, he turned his attention back to the computer screen.