dkrc Chapter 52 Sweet Words
Chapter 52 Sweet Words
There must be at least two or three thousand unopened letters from readers piled up in the room.
Editor Wu personally delivered them in packages and sacks, wave after wave, and every few days another wave would arrive.
It can't be completely dismantled; it's simply impossible to dismantle it all.
Yu Zhen had already given up on it, and planned to use years as the unit of time for opening letters.
But if I could take this opportunity to win over the Gong sisters and make them my virtuous wives who can open letters...
Pooh.
Dreaming is a load of rubbish!
Okay, okay!
You'd better put away your messy, scheming thoughts!
What kind of historical context, what kind of things to do.
With Selena Feng, this American girl, he could check the quality of the bed and such without any mental burden, but when it came to the Gong sisters, if he planned to settle down in China long-term, he should keep his tail between his legs as soon as possible.
Just opening and reading letters together is pretty boring.
Yu Zhen noticed that Gong Xue's mind was in a bit of a mess, and he could probably guess why she was like this.
Speaking of which, although the Gong sisters had known him for a long time, by some twist of fate, even though he hadn't hidden his name before, and even when he met Gong Xuechu he directly told her that he was a writer and worked at a literary publishing house, he really didn't hide any of the personal information he could tell her.
The problem is that both sisters are actually of the "reflection arc superwavelength" type, yet they just couldn't connect him with the renowned writer Yu Zhenyu.
He was too embarrassed to emphasize this point before.
I met them today, and they took the initiative to emphasize the results. Now I know that both sisters are pretty honest people, and they're clearly on the verge of backing out.
no way.
As the saying goes, a person's name is like a tree's shadow.
A month ago, his main influence as a writer was limited to China.
The most outrageous thing was that the publishing house published a special issue of "Story Club," and then, at great risk, he officially published his science fiction work in the "Harvest" magazine...
At that time, even though they were already well-known, they were still within the general public's understanding and perception.
It was nothing more than the sour grapes from people in the literary circle, who secretly cursed him for having such good luck, running into a group of unscrupulous and crazy editors at a Shanghai literary publishing house who didn't play by the rules and stirred up trouble in the literary world.
But now, after the successful publication of two science fiction works in North America, and most importantly, by openly and legitimately creating science fiction, the country has generated an expected several million dollars in foreign exchange revenue.
Thus, his fame has spread far and wide, driving groups of foreign men across the ocean into a frenzy.
This scale and pace of events far exceeded the expectations of 99.9% of the Chinese people.
Therefore, if the Gong sisters could remain calm upon suddenly realizing that this "other" is the same as that "other," then it would be truly astonishing...
"Sister Xue, does your family have a tradition of learning traditional Chinese painting from a young age?"
Gong Xue paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement, "That's right, both my parents work in related fields. My family of four siblings has been learning traditional Chinese painting techniques under our father's artistic influence since childhood. My younger sister is currently studying at the Shanghai Academy of Fine Arts..."
She assumed Yu Zhen was deliberately trying to find topics to chat about to ease her embarrassment and nervousness, so she went along with it and started chatting.
Yu Zhen then proceeded to ramble on, as if interrogating someone about their household registration, asking a whole host of related questions before finally shifting to a more casual remark:
"Sister Xue, actually, it's like this: Xiao Ying just said she's willing to be my 'good wife,' and speaking of which, I'm actually quite interested in discussing this topic with you all..."
"Um???"
Gong Xue's beautiful eyes widened in surprise. What nonsense was this man spouting?
Are you really interested in discussing this topic with us sisters in person? Are you really planning to have us as your capable wives?
No, Comrade Yu, you're a writer, don't you really understand? A true "good wife" is someone who is actually well-matched with her husband...
Yu Zhen's face flushed red. Damn it, his subconscious was acting up. How could he just casually utter such lewd words?
Seeing that Gong Xue was about to lose her temper, he quickly coughed twice and began to explain.
"Ahem, Sister Xue, don't worry, it was my wording that was wrong."
What I mean is, would you like to find an opportunity to promote and develop the traditional skills of Chinese painting?
Well, to put it more bluntly, there are currently five North American publishers vying for the overseas rights to my science fiction works.
One of these issues involves copyright, which you should be familiar with for comics!
I was thinking that the people who would truly appreciate the depth of thought in my science fiction comic book adaptations would definitely be my fellow countrymen, right?
For example, with you two sisters, some of the very metaphorical text in my works, after being translated into foreign languages, foreigners might not necessarily be able to appreciate its meaning.
If I authorize them to create comic book adaptations, I'm worried it will completely ruin the style of my work...
I heard Yu Zhen mention the topic of adapting his work into a comic book.
Gong Xue listened intently. Although she had never encountered this kind of thing before, she found it very interesting and felt a strong urge to agree. However, she still responded cautiously:
"Writer Yu, but my sister and I have never done this kind of work before. You've rashly entrusted us with adapting your work into a comic book. Aren't you afraid that we won't be able to handle it and will ruin your hard work?"
"Sister Xue, why do you think that way?"
The direction you should be considering is precisely because there is currently no relevant copyright operation or development in our country, so we should try our best to explore and explore!
Besides, before my science fiction works became bestsellers in North America, who would have imagined that our domestic writers could earn a lot of foreign exchange for the country through literary creation!
Sister Xue, just imagine, if you also successfully adapt a comic book, and then publish the work overseas, wouldn't you be able to do artistic creation just like I am now, earning a lot of foreign exchange for the country and making the strongest contribution to the country's modernization?
Otherwise, if we don't make money from these comic book adaptations, wouldn't it just be a waste for those greedy foreign devils?
Sister Xue, this is a matter of great importance to the country and its people. You can't make a mistake on such a crucial issue.
In short, I have absolute faith in you, and in Xiaoying as well. I believe that with your artistic talents, as long as you are willing to try, you will definitely achieve extraordinary success…”
Wow, this huge compliment, which benefits the country and its people, has suddenly been bestowed upon us.
Good heavens, Gong Xue couldn't resist any longer. Her blood boiled instantly, and her chest heaved violently, clearly indicating an intense internal struggle.
"Sister Xue, I really need a good wife..." Yu Zhen muttered softly, his voice neither loud nor soft.
At least, Gong Xue heard it clearly.
Her ears turned bright red again: This kid is really shameless!
Of course, Selena von, who was helplessly playing the role of a third wheel, heard everything clearly and couldn't help but reflect deeply on why she couldn't get Yu Zhen to say similar "sweet words" to her.