Chapter 478 Why don’t you thank Gu Lu?

Chapter 478 Why don’t you thank Gu Lu?

Chapter 478 Why don’t you thank Gu Lu?

The Shawshank Redemption was released two weeks ago, but the box office was not satisfactory. However, the person involved, Gu Lu, was given a medal as a gift by his good friend (Di Bo), and also received good news...

Of course, there was a lot of cheese in the medal bundle, but Gu Lu automatically ignored it.

Guru, who is always busy, took a break today and met up with his friends whom he hadn’t seen for a long time…

"I feel like the title is too bad, 'Shawshank Redemption', and it won't attract people other than the novel readers," Li Guyuan said. "How can I blame you for the poor box office?"

"Then what do you think of the two names, Dark Moon and Stimulus 1998?" Gu Lu suddenly remembered the translations from Hong Kong and Taiwan. Oh, there is a small difference. The original storyline on Earth is in , but Gu Lu arranged it in . There is no special meaning, it just comes out smoothly.

"…I feel it's not as good as the original name. I think Prison Break 20 Years is a good name." Li Guyuan said, "Global Times never reports serious news all day long."

What Li Guyuan was referring to was that the Global Times quoted many American media's comments on the film, among which was "Gu Lu's creation only fits America in a certain sense, it is fundamentally different", which was a news from the Chicago Tribune.

Who says literature has no nationality? In his previous life, Stephen King was an old white man, so even though The Shawshank Redemption failed at the box office, it was often referred to by the American media as a work representing America.

Currently, everyone is rushing to disparage Gu Lu and the work itself, even though Shawshank did not lose money at the box office.

"It's normal. It's because I'm usually praised by people abroad, so it becomes news when I'm criticized occasionally," said Gu Lu.

"Hahaha, Gulu, I find that besides your talent, your greatest strength is that you can look at things from multiple angles." Li Guyuan was praising someone in the first sentence, but his tone suddenly became heavy in the next sentence, almost like the feeling of diving from a high place.

He said, "I'm going back to the foggy city."

It would be good to go back to Wudu to have a look. Gu Lu did not say this out loud, because he was definitely not going back to play for two days, "Are you planning to go back to Wudu to develop?"

"Yes, it's a bit lonely being outside alone during the New Year," said Li Guyuan.

Chinese New Year - In Gu Lu's memory, he basically didn't spend New Year's Eve and the first day of the new year with his family. He had heard "this year we will have a family reunion dinner together" since he was ten years old, but it never happened before he traveled through time.

Seeing that the other party was silent, Li Guyuan immediately changed his tone, "It's mainly because my mother introduced me to a blind date, who is very suitable. I want to go back and take a look."

"Sure!" Gu Lu gave a thumbs up.

They both knew that Li Guyuan was tired of living in the big city and wanted to go back to his hometown. Of course, as a municipality, the city of fog had good development in traditional industries except for the Internet.

"Speaking of which, do you know the panda?" Li Guyuan said, "It's Wei Jiao."

Of course I remember that Gu Lu had met him by chance at a book fair before, and he was also deeply impressed by his firm attitude of refusing to appear on camera.

"She has also returned to the foggy city. It is really difficult to gain a foothold in a big city."

Li Guyuan left Beijing not because of income. He wrote short stories part-time, and combined with his main job, he earned 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a month. This income was not considered high in the capital, but it was still a comfortable life.

But... the competitive pressure was too great, and Li Guyuan didn't want to open his eyes early in the morning, fearing that he would fall.

Finally, the pressure outweighed the desire to let my parents see me succeed.

"What else do you have to say? Don't hold it in." Gu Lu said, "Otherwise, seeing your constipated expression, I would want to help you."

"Ahem, a few years ago my mom asked me to go back for the New Year, and I... didn't I ask you to go back for me?" Li Guyuan became less and less confident as he spoke, "If I go back, how should I tell my parents?"

"What are you thinking about? Will your uncle and aunt still hold a grudge against you? Every New Year, even if you don't go back, they will cook your favorite dishes." Gu Lu said.

Li Guyuan listened, and his hands, which were originally placed on his chest, now kept touching his chin, with quite a few small movements.

"Besides, how can parents complain about their own children? Just go back." Gu Lu erased the word "normal" in his mind. This sentence is correct, but it only applies to normal parents.

After hearing what Gu Lu said, Li Guyuan felt relieved.

Tangyuan submitted his resignation to the company last week and will probably be able to leave next week.

Now that his problem was solved, Li Guyuan was in the mood to tease the other party. "This is the first time I know that Gulu and Gulu are two different nicknames. When are you going to confess? Boys should take the initiative."

"Is that right?"

Some people haven't been in love much, but they like to act as military advisors. Li Guyuan nodded immediately, "Gulu Gulu, love needs to be expressed. Although she can see your behavior and she may know it, she needs to make it clear. Only the drowning Gulu Gulu."

"You know a lot of things. Then Tangyuan, why didn't you succeed in pursuing the goddess?" Gu Lu asked back.

"...Slander, slander! I was helping you with some ideas, how could you suddenly attack me? Do you have any morals at all?" Li Guyuan was furious.

"By the way, you suddenly want to go home. Could it be that you were hurt by the goddess?" Gu Lu said again.

The two had a "friendly" exchange.

I don’t know if girls can understand this, but boys have a way of communicating where they put their arms around the neck and push down hard.

Gu Lu seemed to be at a disadvantage because the synthesis sequence was triggered.

【The originator of Western fantasy literature】【A brand new language and mythology】【The most important book in the past two thousand years】

And the content triggered is pretty awesome.

This is truly incredible. "The most important book in the past two thousand years" - this evaluation must be the opinion of a certain media, but the fact that it received this evaluation is enough to prove that the work is terrifying.

"The originators of Western fantasy literature - The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, The Chronicles of Narnia, and Tales from Earthsea - seem to be just these few, right?"

Brand new mythology, these books are all brand new, but a brand new language? Gu Lu seemed to remember that the author of The Lord of the Rings invented the Elvish language for the novel?

"No way? Am I so lucky this time that I triggered "The Lord of the Rings"? " Gu Lu wanted to do something similar when he bought the ring before, but he didn't succeed.

Was this an accident? Thinking about it more carefully, could it be that Li Guyuan just called him Guru?
Gu Lu had not read the original novel, but had only seen the Lord of the Rings movie. He remembered that there seemed to be a dwarf named Gollum who tried to steal the ring.

"I never expected that this nickname that has been with me for so long would suddenly become so powerful."

If Gu Lu still had no confidence when reading Fall of Giants, he would be even more confident after picking up The Lord of the Rings trilogy.

Of course, there is a prerequisite here, which is that the synthesis must be successful.

"Two pounds of bananas and half a watermelon?"

"It's troublesome."

"Okay, no problem at all. The peaches are ripe now, do you want to try it?"

Conversation with the fruit shop owner.

After saying goodbye to Tang Yuan, Gu Lu carried some fruit and walked towards Uncle Jian's house. Just as he had said when he was counseling Tang Yuan, normal elders would not argue so much with their close younger generations. So I hadn't been to President Jian's house for a long time because I didn't know how to face Aunt Fang. If I think about it carefully, it shouldn't be that serious.

As expected, both Aunt Fang and Uncle Jian were very happy to see Gu Lu coming home.

Gu Lu drank the delicious soup that he hadn't had for a long time...

While Gu Lu was safe and sound at home, the American media abroad continued to criticize him.

"No novels are allowed to be serialized," Yao Xiaoju said, "It turns out that Chinese people only have one chance in America."

"It just so happens that Xiao Gu doesn't have many short stories left for me, so let's just stop." Yao Xiaoju deleted the email from the Los Angeles Times. The general content was that the Times section was going to be rectified and no short stories were needed for the time being.

After informing Brother Gu of the situation, Yao Xiaoju carefully read the more than 30 short stories serialized in the Los Angeles Times (Black Mirror series), which were enough to publish a collection of short stories.

"That's just right. Given the current situation, the publication of the new book in America will definitely be blocked. So let's just leave it at that." Yao Xiaoju thought.

Yao Xiaoju has been promoting the book recently. Advertisements for "A Man Called Ove Decides to Die" have appeared in bookstores and literature newspapers in many countries.

There is only one week left before the book is released in many countries.

I won’t talk about the conventional promotional methods as they are all the same old stuff. Let’s talk about a few unconventional ones.

As for France, Ove chose Hachette Publishing Group for the French and English versions. Yes, it is the publisher of Dibo's previous book on cheese, and the group that is related to his wife.

I have previously described the size of Hachette Publishing House, so you should also have some idea of ​​the publicity resources it can mobilize.

France organized a publicity campaign called "A parkour athlete decided not to die". As we all know, the origin of modern parkour is Paris, and this time it is also a professional match.

"Oh? Look, mom, there's someone on the roof."

"This is parkour. Urban parkour is a very dangerous sport."

"They seemed to be holding something in their hands, but I couldn't see what it was."

Swish, swish, swish, they came to a taller building and unfolded the flags in their hands. On them were written [Gu Lu's new work], [Moving all of France again], [A man called Ove decided to die], [The world's most anticipated new book], etc. There were more than a dozen parkour masters, and of course the words written on each person's flag were different.

Most passers-by at the scene were unable to see the words on the flag clearly, and only later learned the details of the situation through news reports and the Internet.

It caused quite a stir. Di Bo strongly supported the promotion of Gu Lu's new work, with the only condition that he could not add a promotional slogan like "New work by the author of "Who Moved My Cheese"?"

Apart from that, Lao Ying’s publicity was also quite impressive and made the headlines.

"Which gentleman called the police?" When the town police arrived, the elderly police officer asked.

Working in groups of two, they looked at the scene, which looked like a gang fight with dozens of people gathered. The young police officer immediately called for support. No matter what the situation was, there were too many people involved at the scene.

"Sir, I called the police. We were here to attend an event, but this group of xenophobic people attacked us during the event."

"It also broke our cameras and smashed all the movable objects on the ground."

"When did our Great Britain become like this? Citizens are fighting each other."

The outsiders were talking at once, their words full of grievances. The police officer followed their words and saw the smashed objects, a table with broken legs, a shattered camera, a mess.

Is it really that excessive? The old police officer Mr. Myron asked in a slightly stern voice, "Why did Mr. Hans do this? Did their activities have an impact on the environment?"

Hans was the chairman of the homeowners' committee, and Myron was also a police officer in the town, so he must have asked someone he knew. In his impression, Hans was a very stable person, otherwise he would not be trusted by the neighbors.

"Just like the Extreme Movement Organization back then?" Hans's bias was a bit obvious.

The extreme animal protection organization, referred to by the police as Jidong, is definitely not the real name. The group forced residents to stop keeping cats and dogs, which was very unpleasant.

"No, their activities don't affect us." Hans responded with a grim face.

“We are just a book exhibition, what can we do?”

"Besides, we bought a lot of food when we came here, which promoted local consumption and did not harm the environment."

“Why do you do this?!”

The outside crowd was excited.

"Mr. Hans, if you don't give us an explanation, we'll just have to apologize," Officer Myron said. "We have to protect people who come to town for normal activities. This is our duty."

"We won't allow them to hold a book fair here," Hans said firmly.

Wait, Myron seemed to have thought of something, he turned around and asked, "Book exhibition, which writer's book exhibition?"

Outsiders responded in unison, "Mr. Gu Lu's new work", "A man named Ove decided to die, I think it is particularly suitable for this place", "Because this is the birthplace of Cthulhu literature, the new book promotion activities must be responded to here."...

So let me introduce this place, the town of Portsham, located north of Weymouth. I would like to add that the village of Portsham is this town.

Yes, that’s the village from The Portsham Horror.

When Myron heard the voices of these outsiders, veins popped out near his temples, but because of his position, he forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart.

He explained, "Gentlemen, the name Gu Lu is a taboo word in our town. To be more precise, it is the same in the whole of Weymouth. Please go to other places for the new book exhibition."

"As for the damaged items," Myron said, "I will make a statistics and then pay compensation according to a certain proportion..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted.

"Why do you hate Mr. Gu Lu so much? Shouldn't you thank Mr. Gu Lu for leaving your name in literary history?"

“The Weymouth series is the greatest thriller horror series of the 21st century, and you should be proud to be Weymouth people.”

"Don't you know that the Weymouth look is in the Oxford Dictionary? If it weren't for Mr. Gu Lu, would there be such a word?"

"We British people should have a spirit of gratitude."

……

It turns out that there is no such thing as empathy in the world, and Officer Myron couldn't help himself when he heard it!
Not to mention Hans and others, a war was about to break out.

A group of "esoteric cultists (the most fanatical fans of the Cthulhu series of books)" were attacked at a book fair in Weymouth under an orderly organization. More than a dozen people were injured, which attracted the attention of British netizens.

Even if it’s the headline of the social section, you just tell me, did it make it?
Daying is a little abstract, but of course he is not the only one. Finland, which felt the "Gu-Lu friendship" for the first time, was also quite eye-catching!
(End of this chapter)