Chapter 265 Show me the courage


Chapter 265 Show Courage

“Language difference is the biggest obstacle to human communication. Isn’t it good for the whole world to speak Chinese?”

Gu Lu was on the phone, and finally Yao Xiaoju was on the phone Burns showed it to him as soon as he finished translating it.

After hanging up the phone, Gu Lu thought 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.

As Yao Xiaoju said, South Korea is just adding to the mix, and if the share is as low as possible, it will be as low as possible.

"Although I don't have the experience of the original author of the legend, in terms of content, Europe and the United States should be more acceptable." Gu Lu is full of expectations for the English version of The Little Prince.

Regarding Changbi Society, Gu Lu could not find accurate information on the Internet.

Thanks to Yao Xiaoju’s thoughtfulness, he took the initiative to send the publisher’s information.

Established in the 1970s, it is located at No. 184, Huedong-ro, Paju-si, Gyeonggi-do. The main publishing fields are education, children, social science and other types.

It also owns the quarterly magazines "Creation and Criticism", "Social History of Literature and Art", "My Exploration of Cultural Heritage", etc.

To sum up, Gu Lu can also feel the strength.

Actually, Yao Xiaoju did not tell Gu Lu about another matter. Gu Lu was mentioned in the quarterly magazine "Creation and Criticism".

The editor-in-chief of the publication writes.

[Words are used like money in the hands of Gu Lu, but in the hands of other authors, they must first be dreams and songs.

When a writer hits rock bottom, his work loses its truth. The author is very anxious to express his one-sided, subjective and personal remarks.

I don’t comment on Gu Lu’s works because before he realized his mistake, his works were not watchable and he was immersed in completely personal writing.

And the disconnect 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.

How popular Gu Lu was in South Korea at that time - no, you can imagine how popular it 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, the truth is the sharpest knife.

South Koreans are professional and hate Gu Lu, but they don’t have trouble with money.

"There is still some time before going out, so do something."

Currently, Gu Lu has a bit of a psychological shadow on his mailbox, because every time he opens it, he feels like there is a row of things to do.

Like office workers, it takes courage to decide to close your eyes every night and face the next day.

"Come on, special forces, you'll be fine." Gu Lu said to himself and clicked the mouse.

"Invitation to Teacher Gu Lu to participate in the Sichuan Province Writers Activity Week"

"Invitation to Cooperation with Two Tigers Child Stars"

"Teacher Gu’s Regarding Subsequent Submission Matters"

《Respect! This is my humble work, please give me some advice from Teacher Gu Lu"

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Gu Lu rubbed his head. He had to deal with a lot of things every day, but he didn't show them most of the time.

And with becoming famous, more and more things happen.

No wonder there is "the curse of the Nobel Prize for Literature".

In other words, it is difficult for writers who have won the Nobel Prize in Literature to write works that meet the standard.

With Gu Lu's current fame, he has so much fame and fortune, it is easy to imagine that he will win the Nobel Prize for Literature.

Writer activity week is different from salons and interviews. The former is played in the room, and the latter is played outside when traveling.

The activity week is to invite a group of people to hold speeches, exchanges, interactions and other processes for a theme.

“[Writing Novels for the People] Although I don’t know who the organizer of this event week is, but looking at the name... I’d better forget it.”

Regarding the matter with the Erhu child star, we declined together.

Erhu Child Star is a famous children's clothing brand in Sichuan and Chongqing, and they want to create a joint brand.

[Gu Lu: Uncle Jian, let’s forget about this cooperation.

President Jian: Xiao Gu, you can take charge of it yourself, I’m just the one holding the line. Gu Lu: Yeah. ]

Putting away his phone and clicking on other mailboxes, Gu Lu touched his chin and thought about it.

"The last two articles, "Man Transforms into a Tiger" and "Cricket", Mr. Wang's new meaning of Liaozhai is gone."

Gu Lu sent the written manuscript and attached an answer: I don’t have any inspiration for literary short stories at the moment. If so, be sure to submit it to Editor Liu.

“Hey, it’s too literary, I’m not old enough.” Gu Lu sighed, there were too few that suited him as well as Liaozhai Xinyi.

Of course not necessarily. If there are so many books, maybe there is something suitable. After all, before this, he did not know that there was a book called Liaozhai Xinyi.

"It doesn't matter if you can't win. You can't be a literary giant, but you can be a best-seller. After all, the latter earns more." Gu Lu encouraged himself.

Mainly I want to hear the sound triggered by the synthesis sequence.

The person whose works were sent to King Gulu for advice was neon writer Kyogoku Natsuhiko. He writes a bit fast, two novels a year.

He can create faster than he who has a golden finger.

After all, the other party helped and shouted hard when "The Little Prince" was released, so Gu Lu still took some time to watch it.

Consistent style, urban legend plus a little mystery element. Once you find your niche, write hard.

After reading the work, Gu Lu couldn't find any faults, so he just praised the leader of the group and praised it a few words.

I didn’t have time to deal with the rest of the matter, so I went out in a hurry.

The time agreed with cousin Mu Xue has come.

After ten minutes of driving, 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 and Xiba tofu, sliced ​​duck, and the last dish, boiled cabbage, half a table.

“With so many dishes, can we finish them?” Mu Xue glanced at them.

Zhao Mingming silently loosened his belt slightly. Today may be a big job.

Mu Xue is wearing a dress, while she is wearing a silk long shirt, but with a white decorative belt hanging around her waist.

"Just pack it if you can't finish it. It's not a big problem." Gu Lu said casually.

But the word "packing" felt strange coming from Gu Lu's mouth. Mu Xue and Zhao Mingming looked at each other, and Gu Lu was calm and calm.

If other people want to pack, Zhao Mingming will feel "stuck."

But Gu Lu, Zhao Mingming will feel "saving."

So what you do is not good. The most important thing.

"Is this boiled cabbage really that delicious?"

Gu Lu's impression of boiled cabbage is from a movie starring Sammo Hung, and the restaurant's cooking is definitely not as exaggerated as in the movie.

The price is 198 yuan per serving. Gu Lu didn't believe it if he insisted on making broth made from chicken, duck, ribs, scallops, ham and other fine ingredients.

During the dinner, Mu Xue deliberately mentioned the topic of book sales.

She said: "Cousin, how many sales did you have of "Flatland"?"

"Less than half a million." Gu Lu replied, "It is my best-selling book so far."

"Congratulations to my cousin." Mu Xue raised the teacup.

Zhao Mingming also raised it.

The three of them had drinks instead of wine.

After drinking, Mu Xue said again, "Cousin, did you know that someone bought more than 10,000 books and donated them to poor areas?"

Mu Xue was ready to say, "We have paid a big price."

It was a request for credit.

But Gu Lu was stunned: "Huh? Is there such a thing?"

Don't you know? Mu Xue and Zhao Mingming were also stunned.

Three people at a table stared at each other.

(End of this chapter)

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