Chapter 265: Show Your Courage
Chapter 265: Show Your Courage
"Language differences are the biggest barrier to human communication. Isn't it good for the whole world to speak Chinese?"
Gu Lu was on the phone, and finally asked Yao Xiaoju to show it to him as soon as Burns finished translating it.
After hanging up the phone, Gu Lu realized that his English level seemed to be at the level of an ordinary high school student, and he couldn't understand it even if he got it.
Just as Yao Xiaoju said, South Korea is just a bonus, so the lower the point, the lower it is.
"Although I don't have the legendary experience of the original author, in terms of the content, Europe and the United States should be more receptive." Gu Lu is full of expectations for the English version of The Little Prince.
Gu Lu couldn't find any accurate information about Changbi Society on the Internet.
Fortunately, Yao Xiaoju was very thoughtful and took the initiative to send the publishing house's information.
Founded in the 184s, it is located at Hoedong-ro, Paju City, Gyeonggi-do. Its main publishing fields are education, children, social sciences, etc.
It also owns quarterly journals such as "Creation and Criticism", "Social History of Literature and Art", and "My Exploration into Cultural Heritage".
To sum up, Gu Lu can also feel the strong strength.
In fact, Yao Xiaoju did not tell Gu Lu another thing. Gu Lu was mentioned in the quarterly "Creation and Criticism".
Written by the editor-in-chief of the publication.
[Words are used like money in Gu Lu's hands, but in the hands of other authors they must first be dreams and songs.
When a writer hits rock bottom, his work loses its truthfulness. The author is even more anxious to express his one-sided, subjective, and personal opinions.
I will not comment on Gu Lu's works because before he realized his mistakes, his works were not worth watching and he was immersed in completely egoistic writing.
And out of touch with the times and the world...]
The article in the quarterly magazine was published more than half a month ago, when the topic was at its peak.
You can imagine how popular Gu Lu was in South Korea at that time - no, how infamous he was.
Even specialized literary quarterly journals such as Creation and Criticism have joined the discussion.
It’s normal to think about it. After all, lies don’t hurt people, but the truth is the sharpest knife.
South Koreans are professional. They hate Gu Lu, but they won’t go against money.
"There's still some time before I go out, so do something."
Currently, Gu Lu has a psychological trauma about his email, because every time he opens it, he feels like there are rows of things.
This is just like an office worker who decides to close his eyes every night and greet the next day. Both require courage.
"Come on, special forces, I'm sure you'll be fine." Gu Lu said to himself and clicked the mouse.
"Invite Mr. Gu Lu to participate in Sichuan Writers Week"
"Invitation for Cooperation with Two Tiger Child Stars"
"Teacher Xiao Gu's subsequent submission matters"
《Respect! This is my humble work, please give me some advice, Mr. Gu Lu》
and so on.
Eliminate some junk advertising information.
Gu Lu rubbed his head. He had a lot of things to deal with every day, but most of the time he didn't show them.
And as you become more famous, more and more things happen.
No wonder there is the "Curse of the Nobel Prize in Literature".
That is, it is difficult for writers who have won the Nobel Prize in Literature to write works of the same standard.
With Gu Lu's current fame and so much fortune coming to him, it is easy to imagine whether he will win the Nobel Prize in Literature.
Writers' Week is different from salons and interviews. The former is to play in the room, while the latter is to travel outside.
The activity week is to gather a group of people together to hold speeches, exchanges, interactions, etc. for a theme.
“[Writing Novels for the People] Although I don’t know who is the organizer of this activity week, but looking at the name… forget it.”
I declined the offer of the child star job as well as Erhu.
Erhu Tongxing is a famous brand of children's clothing in Sichuan and Chongqing, and they want to do a joint venture.
[Gu Lu: Uncle Jian, let’s forget about this cooperation.
President Jian: Xiao Gu, you take charge of it yourself. I am just a middleman. Gu Lu: Yes.
Putting away his phone and opening other email accounts, Gu Lu stroked his chin, thinking.
"The last two pieces are here. 'The Man Who Turns Into a Tiger' and 'Cricket'. They are the new interpretations of Mr. Wang's Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio."
Gu Lu sent the manuscript he had written, and added a reply: I have no inspiration for a literary short story for now. If I do, I will definitely submit it to Editor Liu.
"Oh, they are too literary, and I am not old enough." Gu Lu sighed. There are too few books like "New Interpretation of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" that are suitable for him.
Of course, it is not certain. If there are so many books, maybe there will be a suitable one. After all, before this, he did not know about the book "New Meaning of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio".
"It doesn't matter if I can't win. If I can't be a literary giant, I can be a best-selling author. After all, the latter earns more." Gu Lu encouraged himself.
Mainly I want to hear the sound of the synthetic sequence trigger.
The person who sent his work to King Guru for his guidance in the email is the Japanese writer Kyogoku Natsuhiko. He writes quite fast, two novels in one year.
His creation speed is even faster than that of someone with a golden finger.
After all, the other party helped promote "The Little Prince" when it was released, so Gu Lu still took some time to take a look.
The style is consistent, urban legends with a little mystery element. Once you find your own track, just write hard.
After reading the work, Gu Lu couldn't find any fault with it, so he praised the group leader a few words.
I didn't have time to deal with the things that happened later, so I rushed out.
The time I had agreed to meet with my cousin Mu Xue has arrived.
After a dozen minutes' drive, Gu Lu arrived at the restaurant.
After waiting at the door for a while, Mu Xue and Zhao Mingming arrived.
Steamed river dumplings, fish-flavored eggplant, Dongpo cuttlefish, Xiba tofu, Peking duck, and the last main dish, boiled cabbage, took up half the table.
"There are so many dishes. Can we finish them all?" Mu Xue took a look.
Zhao Mingming silently loosened his belt a little, as today might be a big job.
Mu Xue was wearing a dress, while she was wearing a silk T-shirt with a white decorative belt around her waist.
“Just pack up what you can’t finish, it’s not a big problem.” Gu Lu said casually.
But the word "packing" sounded strange coming from Gu Lu's mouth. Mu Xue and Zhao Mingming looked at him, but Gu Lu was calm.
If other people want to pack up, Zhao Mingming thinks it's "stingy."
But Gu Lu and Zhao Mingming would think it is "economical."
So what you do is not the most important thing.
“Is this boiled cabbage really that delicious?”
Gu Lu’s impression of boiled cabbage was from the movie starring Sammo Hung, so the food in the restaurant was definitely not as exaggerated as in the movie.
The price of one portion is 198 yuan. Gu Lu doesn't believe that the soup is made from chicken, duck, spareribs, scallops, ham and other high-quality ingredients.
During the dinner, Mu Xue deliberately brought up the topic of book sales.
She asked, "Cousin, how many copies of your copy of Flatland have you sold?"
"Less than 500,000." Gu Lu replied, "It is my best-selling book so far."
"Congratulations, cousin." Mu Xue raised her teacup.
Zhao Mingming also raised it.
The three of them drank beverages instead of alcohol.
After drinking, Mu Xue said again, "Cousin, do you know that someone bought more than 10,000 books and donated them to poor areas?"
Mu Xue was about to say, "We paid a huge price."
It's considered as asking for credit.
But Gu Lu was stunned: "Huh? Is this true?"
You don't know? Mu Xue and Zhao Mingming were also stunned.
The three people at the table stared at each other.
(End of this chapter)