Chapter 421 Synthesized?

Chapter 421 Synthesized?

Chapter 421 Synthesized?
"Perhaps you don't know that our Sherlock Holmes is very well-known in the UK, Ireland, New Zealand and Australia." Guo Dafa said, "In 2016 and 2015, it ranked in the top 10 of the Australian Publishers Association list for two consecutive years, and in 15 it topped the New Zealand Statistics Bureau's book market sales list. We can provide relevant information."

It’s a business worth millions, so of course the film and television company has done a thorough investigation, and this book is also quite popular overseas.

But what does this have to do with me, Fat Tiger? Manager Jin of the other company didn’t understand.

"You may not understand what I'm saying," Guo Dafa elaborated in another way, "because this book has received a lot of attention overseas, and if it's adapted into a TV series, it will definitely be covered by media in various countries."

"What's...what?" Manager Jin's voice suddenly rose.

Guo Dafa said, "This item can be written into the contract. We will provide appropriate publicity for countries such as Britain and Australia."

In an instant, a bunch of words exploded in my mind, "export to domestic sales", "the most anticipated drama in Europe and the United States", and "Yao Ke Media creates an international drama".

"Really?" Manager Jin immediately asked, "How appropriate is appropriate publicity?"

"There are at least two newspapers and media outlets in countries like Kangaroo Country and Britain discussing this. It's not at the level of tabloids," Guo Dafa responded.

Of course, Guo Dafa is not bragging. It is mainly because Mr. Holmes is too special in the series of Gu Lu's works. Although he is not well-known in China, he is very well-known in the English-speaking cultural area. The title of the best secondary novel of Sherlock Holmes recognized by the Doyle family is not for nothing.

This year's Hollywood movies have grossed more than 300 million US dollars worldwide. Guo Dafa is already famous, and when the time comes, he only needs to trade with Dayao PY to attract attention, and the reports will come naturally.

"I need to discuss this with the boss." Manager Jin was somewhat tempted, but it was beyond the budget (300 million) and it was not something he could decide.

"Then wait for good news from Yaoke Media."

After hanging up the phone, Guo Dafa was happy but also sighed. The five-year film and television copyright could basically be sold for four million.

Time is a deadline, and the film must be shot within five years (some do not include this clause, purely for the purpose of hoarding copyright), and the copyright can be repurchased after it expires. For example, the copyright of Guo Dafa's first short story "Bring Her Eyes" has expired.

The reason for the sigh is that Guo Dafa is considered half an insider, and the production team of Yaoke Media is quite ordinary.

"This is roughly equivalent to exchanging Teacher Da Gu's fame for money. That is to say, Teacher Da Gu's fame has continued to rise since his return, otherwise the value of the copyright would not be able to hold up." Guo Dafa would rather achieve a win-win situation in terms of both money and reputation.

But looking at the copyrights sold——

Flowers for Algernon is not easy to adapt.

Short stories such as "Yesterday's Park", "Take Her Eyes", "Mountain", "Rural Teacher", and "Kogoro Akechi Detective Series" are too short and need to be filled with a lot of content.

The only long-form film that is relatively easy to adapt is The Devotion of Suspect X, which is still being filmed.

In this case, Guo Dafa is very influential in the publishing circle, but his voice in the film and television circle is relatively weak.

But with the martial arts masterpiece, the new book "From the New World" about to be serialized on the Internet, and the Chinese and Japanese versions of Suspects in production, Guo Dafa feels there is hope!

People have motivation only when they have hope for life. Looking at the bustling pedestrians on Haidian Street, one always feels that they do not have the vigor and vitality that people had in the 1980s and 1990s. They have been eating meat, eggs and milk since childhood, but now their conditions are better.

Maybe it was the filter of the times, Gu Lu was bumped into by a delivery boy on the road. The panic and difficulty on the boy's face made his young face look old.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The guy in yellow clothes apologized quickly.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm fine. Are you trying to rush the order?" Gu Lu glanced at the pork trotter rice that was spilled on the ground.

Braised chicken, Shaxian snacks and pork trotter rice should be the three familiar sets for working people.

"The order is going to be late, so please hurry up. I'm really sorry." After the delivery guy made sure that Gu Lu was okay, he went to the barber shop next door to borrow a broom.

Gu Lu glanced at his phone. It was still early, so he helped to clean up.

The two chatted for two or three minutes, mainly the guy complaining about the increasingly shorter delivery time.

After cleaning up, the two said goodbye without adding each other’s contact information or even exchanging last names.

Gu Lu walked forward for more than twenty steps, and a familiar voice sounded in his mind, synthetic trigger?
[Background: World War I] [British bestseller] [King of overnight novels] Synthesis of "Fall of Giants"

Details: The first part of the Century Trilogy, a long masterpiece with a total of more than 1,000 pages, breaking the unspoken rule that the total number of pages of a million-selling book is no more than 500, telling the magnificent history of five families.

"No, this? Ah this?" Gu Lu looked in the direction of the street intersection, the direction where the delivery guy had just left.

Life is full of surprises.

"I really want to know, how could the casual chat between me and the delivery guy just now trigger a work set against the backdrop of World War I?" Gu Lu couldn't understand.

He visited a World War I photo exhibition, hired a tour guide and even visited a Peking University history professor who researched World War I and World War II, but to no avail.

"Sure. If I don't go out today, I don't know when it will be triggered. Anyway, the Super Power Girl brings me good luck."

Gu Lu decided in his mind that he would go home and read "Fall of Giants" as soon as possible. He really wanted to know what similarities there were between the two or three minutes of chatting with the delivery boy just now.

But the length of nearly 600,000 words is indeed difficult.

Gu Lu calmed himself down and walked towards the E World Wealth Financial Center building where they had agreed to meet.

Why go there? When Gu Lu was still thinking about how to get Zhou Lin's interests and hobbies indirectly, he received a call, "Gu Lu, do you have classes this afternoon? If not, let's meet at the E Center."

Arriving five minutes earlier than the agreed time, King Guru sent a message: [Where are you?]

It is worth noting that more than 20 minutes ago, Gu Lu sent a message to Zhou Lin as soon as he left the school gate, saying that he had arrived.

The reply I got was [Zhou Lin: We are almost there, and we can already see the building.]
"Here, here." After about a few minutes, a panting female voice came from the back of my head.

Turning around, I saw that it was Zhou Lin. She was wearing a black sportswear. Whether it showed off her figure or not was not important. Her forehead was covered with sweat and her face was rosy, making her look sweeter than the red tips of a peach.

"Why, did you sprain your ankle today? Or did you forget to wear headphones when you went out?" Gu Lu took the initiative, "I've been waiting for half an hour."

"Ahem, I saw a kitten on the road that couldn't find its mother, so I helped her." Zhou Lin explained awkwardly, and then she changed the subject, "Do you know that in the north, if it's too cold, the tips of a cat's ears will be frozen off, do you know that?"

Hmm? Gu Lu only knew that the tips of cats' ears were very cold, so why did they freeze off?
"Then the ears that were frozen off became our favorite snack, cat ears." Zhou Lin said, and chuckled to herself.

"..." What a lame joke. Gu Lu smiled to save face.

"Let's talk about serious matters," Zhou Lin said, "I just received a message in the high school class group..."

The two were not in the same class in high school. Gu Lu was waiting for the next sentence, wondering if she had heard some news and came to tell him.

"The school dug up a box during construction. It was said to be a time capsule that was buried by a class of graduates from 2014 to 2015." Zhou Lin said, "I remember you told me that your class did the same thing. Did you dig it out?"

"Eh?" Gu Lu was being attacked by the memory of death. He said uncertainly, "It seems that they didn't dig it out?"

Because Gu Lu dropped out of high school in the second semester, of course he got his diploma, but he didn't get his time capsule.

Even Gu Lu forgot what he had filled in. "Then it should be your class ten, because only the innovation class has a special mechanism that does not divide the second and third year classes, so they can buy the time capsule." Zhou Lin analyzed, after all, if it is the rocket class and the ordinary class, the students come and go and change a lot.

"I don't know the specific situation in my high school group either," Zhou Lin said. "In addition to the previous group, there are also groups that help with takeout sharing and Ctrip support. Usually, no one talks in this group. But today, after a nap, I woke up and saw hundreds of messages."

"Wait a moment, I'll call and ask." Gu Lu must be asking Teacher Gao.

Not surprisingly, the two iron boxes were indeed buried by Mr. Gao from Class 10.

The reason why it was only dug up now was really full of surprises. The 2014 class (Gu Lu's class) was not dug up because the teacher's family had a marriage crisis and they forgot about it.

It was too late to remember it, so Mr. Gao decided to make the best of a bad situation and make a five-year commitment. It would be meaningful to let the students come back to collect it after five years. Meanwhile, the next batch of students (2015) also buried the time capsule.

What happened to Teacher Gao later? He was very depressed. He even forgot to dig it out when the 2015 students were in their final year of high school, not to mention the five-year agreement.

"I'm sorry, it's all because of my personal mental state that caused Xiao Gu and the students to miss out on moments that are very useful for their youth." Teacher Gao apologized on the phone.

"It's okay, it's okay. We buried it in 2011. It's 2019 now, eight years ago." Gu Lu said with a smile, "It's good. I feel it's more meaningful. I'll come back to get it during the National Day. Teacher Gao, take care of yourself."

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Teacher Gao, he hung up the phone. Gu Lu now urgently wanted to know what he had written eight years ago.

"So when we go back to get it during the National Day holiday, can you take me with you?" Zhou Lin asked.

"What are you going to do..." He is not from Class 8, so Gu Lu swallowed the second half of the sentence. He is not a fool without emotional intelligence. "Want to go back to your alma mater?"

"On the one hand, there is another important reason," said Zhou Lin.

"What's the reason?" Gu Lu asked.

Zhou Lin said, "I want to know what you wrote eight years ago. I want to know more about it. Otherwise, why do you think I came all the way to tell you this news?"

Eh? !

"Ahem." The eloquent Gu Lu suddenly didn't know how to respond. He definitely wouldn't refuse.

But promise... is it just a promise? Is there anything else I need to say?

“I remember someone promised me that if I became the Secretary-General of the Global Model United Nations, they would give me a gift that would satisfy me,” Zhou Lin said. “I exceeded my expectations. Although I lost the Model United Nations competition this year, I won the internal nomination.”

"Next year I will take over from Yale University's McCall as the Secretary-General of the Model United Nations for a year, and will also speak at the United Nations Youth Conference," said Zhou Lin.

I don't quite understand the rules, but it probably means that you lost the game, but you still formed a gang to rebel and take over? Gu Lu thought to himself that the other party was indeed very powerful. Peking University, which is full of great players, is also a ruthless group.

"I want this prize." Seeing that the other party was still thinking, Zhou Lin said directly.

Why are today's super-powered girls so proactive?

Wait, something is wrong, Gu Lu suddenly thought, it seems that the other party has always been the one taking the initiative.

When he first entered university, he didn't want to go out much, so it was Zhou Lin who took him to eat all kinds of food near Peking University. Compared with him who entered university a year later, Zhou Lin, who was already a sophomore at that time, knew all the nearby food shops. Except for one mistake, all the other recommended shops were delicious.

To put it more bluntly, Zhou Lin has always been understanding him.

"The time capsule I wrote in my first year of high school is no secret. Let's go and see it together during the National Day holiday. The gifts are separate." Gu Lu responded.

Zhou Lin was very happy when she heard this, because it was a rare opportunity for her to take the initiative with such a reserved and reserved person.

"OK, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll treat you to a big meal." Zhou Lin said.

Gu Lu didn't respond immediately, but thought for a moment before speaking, "Today is the 20th, right? This is also the end of the month for you, right? Do you still have money to treat me to a meal?"

"..." Zhou Lin paused, took out his mobile phone to check his WeChat and Alipay balances. He thought that after this meal, he would be broke.

Once you say something, you can’t take it back. Zhou Lin said, “It seems you don’t know that I’ve started a side business recently and have quite a bit of assets, so I can eat as much as I want today.”

"Really?"

"Required."

Okay, Gu Lu was not polite, and came to Haidilao with the girl with super strength. Mainly because they wanted to eat hot pot, Haidilao might be the most authentic one for Sijiu City.

The Super-Strength Girl seems to have a poor appetite today. She usually orders double portions of tripe and yellow throat, but not today.

"Why do you have a poor appetite?" Zhou Lin said, "I'm serious. We are not short of money. You shouldn't order half portions of duck tongue and basa fish. They are what you like."

"I've been eating too much cheese lately, so my stomach has shrunk." Gu Lu said that his appetite is not as big as before.

Is this true? Can eating cheese reduce your appetite? Zhou Lin cast a curious look.

Gu Lu shared his ill-fated relationship with cheese, which made Zhou Lin laugh so hard that she squawked like a goose.

"I remember you like cheese, right?" Gu Lu said.

"I don't like it." Zhou Lin said immediately, "Don't expect me to help you get rid of the bad karma!"

"I don't believe it, then what do you like to eat?"

"What do you like to eat? I like rabbit meat and pickled fish. I also like spicy food. Anyway, I like spicy food." Zhou Lin replied.

Nodding silently a few times, Gu Lu successfully collected information for the first time, a good start.

Zhou Lin was one-third full, Gu Lu was half full, and they walked out of Haidilao.

The former looks like he has no appetite, while the latter looks like he is full. In terms of acting skills, King Gollum is better.

Oh, by the way, America has something to do today too.

There is a one-sentence notice on the literature channel of today's Los Angeles Times: "The new work White Bear, by Gu Lu, the author of Shawshank Redemption, will be serialized tomorrow."

Many people may not know who Gu Lu is, but after watching The Shawshank Redemption, they will know. This is why the book is more famous than the person.

It is common in literary and artistic circles that a work is more famous than its author, so there is no need to be surprised.

In any case, the Los Angeles Times accounts for 60% of the traffic. After all, with the development of Internet statistical technology, the data is clear at a glance.

It just grew.

(End of this chapter)