Chapter 64 Problem Found
Chapter 64 Problem Found
"Teacher Gu, have you got any inspiration for your new work?" This was Han Zang's first reaction when he answered the phone.
"I have some inspiration. I recently read The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes again and suddenly wanted to write a sequel to Sherlock Holmes," said Gu Lu.
The Sherlock Holmes collection is extremely famous in the field of detective novels, and Han Zang can’t put it down, but - should he write a sequel?
"...Mr. Gu, are you not going to write the Mingzhi Detective series anymore?" Han Zang asked.
"I've been reading Sherlock Holmes recently, but I can't write in the Mingzhi style for now." Gu Lu said, "I want to write a story about Sherlock Holmes in his later years."
The reason why "Years of Reasoning" sent an invitation to sign a contract as an author after only three works were published is because of its bizarre style. And Mingzhi is different from other detectives, both good and evil.
Change the style now - Han Zang said earnestly, "Teacher Gu, I know you are good at learning and you can change your writing style whenever you want. But the Sherlock Holmes collection is already an insurmountable peak. No matter how you continue, it will not be as exciting as the original."
Gu Lu agreed, so the focus of the famous sequels in the previous life, whether "The Study in Green" or "Sherlock Holmes", was not reasoning.
And Mr. Holmes is even worse. There is a comment on this book: "You have never seen such a vulnerable Holmes, just like you have never seen such a real Holmes."
"I know, so my main plot is different from the original." Gu Lu said frankly.
He was a very smart kid before, why can't he understand now? Does he have to point out that writing a sequel to Sherlock Holmes is too cost-effective? Han Zang controlled his excitement.
"Teacher Gu, do you want to reconsider this? There are many readers who are looking forward to the Mingzhi series, and the first three novels have accumulated a readership base." Han Zang said, "If it doesn't work, read "Liao Zhai" and change your writing style back?"
Gu Lu was both happy and helpless. He was happy that the editor completely accepted his setting of "the writing style is unclear, but it becomes stronger when facing stronger opponents", but he was helpless that he didn't get the prize!
If you force yourself to write, it would be like aping others without success, and you won't be able to write in Ranpo's style.
"I feel that the sequel to Sherlock Holmes that I conceived is pretty good." Gu Lu insisted weakly.
"..." Han Zang said awkwardly, "In this case, whether you can become a contracted writer needs to be reviewed again by the editor-in-chief."
If he translated and edited it, there was no guarantee that he could become a contracted writer, and Gu Lu said he could understand that.
To be precise, the editor Han Zang has a pretty good temper. If you put yourself in his shoes, and throw away the two points that the magazine values, wouldn't it be normal to wait and see again?
"Okay, no problem. I'll send it to editor Han first when the work is ready," said Gu Lu.
"I'm looking forward to it." Han Zang still spoke in a polite manner.
After hanging up the phone, Han Zang still muttered to himself, "The cost-effectiveness of the sequel to Sherlock Holmes is too low."
"He is truly a young and inexperienced person who dares to challenge a difficult task right from the start." Han Zang stood up. There was a change in the contract and he had to tell the editor-in-chief.
On the other side, Gu Lu hung up the phone and prepared to go out.
He wanted to collect some information on the Internet and eat a bowl of noodles outside.
Gu Lu's destination this time was not the fat boss's place, as it was too far away. The key point was that he was not going to No. 37 Middle School either. He chose a black Internet cafe near his home.
It can’t be said to be an illegal Internet cafe, because it is actually quite large and formal, with big words “Flying Fish Internet Cafe” written on the door.
"Network administrator, turn on the computer." Gu Lu walked over openly.
"Identity card." The network administrator said without even looking up.
"I didn't bring my ID card. Can you help me find one?" said Gu Lu.
Gu Lu obviously looked like he was under 18, but the network administrator didn't care. This was the tacit understanding between the two parties.
The network administrator had many ID numbers, so he picked one at random and logged into the computer. Gu Lu then found a seat and sat down.
During the two hours of online time, Gu Lu did a lot of things, such as looking up the necessary information and writing a 3,000-word article "The Little Prince", which he will send to President Jian. Even for contracted authors of "Youth Literature and Art", there is a process of advance review.
"Wait, why do I always feel something is weird?" Gu Lu looked at the manuscript.
After a while, Gu Lu figured out the reason: there was no picture!
[…What I drew was not a hat, but a giant python swallowing an elephant. So I drew the inside of the python because I knew that adults would understand it, and adults always need explanations.]
The previous plot is that I showed the picture to an adult, and the adult responded by saying, it’s just a hat, what’s there to be afraid of?
If the second picture is not shown, then the picture will be completely lacking. Gu Lu took back his previous comments. In his previous life, he had seen so many versions of The Little Prince with many illustrations, not just to make up the number of pages.
“Perhaps it can be said that the combination of illustrations and text is the complete version of The Little Prince.” Gu Lu thought to himself.
Fortunately, the books that Goldfinger triggers reading also have illustrations.
Gu Lu can't draw. Although he has taken art classes, what art classes teach is really limited.
The patterns in The Little Prince are relatively simple, so let’s copy them…
“Try drawing it yourself with a draft first. If you can’t get the desired effect, then go find an artist. The main point is to do it yourself and never ask others for help.” Gu Lu didn’t know any artist, but the magazine “Youth Literature and Art” must know many of them.
"Don't send it to President Jian yet. I still need the complete version of The Little Prince." Gu Lu sent the file to himself via email.
After doing all this, Gu Lu felt a little sore in his neck. He twisted his neck and found it was not a big problem because he was young.
After getting off the plane, Gu Lu didn't recharge his internet bill.
"What a great awakening!" said Gu Lu. When he returned home from the Internet cafe, his alcoholic father was missing again. He had not come back last night.
You see, a drunkard's words are not credible.
"That's good. It will be more convenient for me to move if you're not at home." Gu Luxin said.
So he packed up all his things.
Summer vacation is a season for crazy fun.
Gu Lu finally found a house, a one-bedroom and one-living room in Jiafuyuan with an area of over 600 square meters, which cost yuan per month, with a deposit of one and three months' payment.
There are complete home appliances and an Internet port. Although the furniture style reveals the aesthetic taste of his father's generation, Gu Lu is quite satisfied with it.
As you enter the door, you will see a huge Chinese knot.
The light brown wardrobe reaches the ceiling, and near the door, it is curved to form an open grid.
In addition, there is an oval dressing table in the bedroom, and a dark brown clothes rod standing in front of the bed.
The landlord had taken away all the small items in the house, so it looked empty. But it didn't matter, Gu Lu knew that even the emptier house would become full of life after living in it for a while.
"From today on, I have my own home."
The original body didn't have many clothes or things, so he just carried a few Wuliangye cloth bags, and that was considered a successful move.
I forgot to mention that the bedding set and quilt were all bought by Gu Luxian.
After buying some food and planning to celebrate, Gu Lu suddenly realized that there was no oil, salt, sauce or vinegar...
"I made a mistake, but I will definitely not do that next time!" Gu Lu ran out to buy it again.
I've been running around moving things these past two days, and luckily I can have enough food now. If it were before, I would have suffered a lot.
(End of this chapter)