Chapter 361 I don’t write about the city
It is very different from the mystery novel signing scene. The enthusiasm of the readers of "Nangong Boy" is more than ten times higher.
Even if it’s online dating, it’s easy to fall in love with a fantasy of your own making, let alone “chasing stars”?
We obviously know that all online avatars are fake, but even if they are anime characters, it is inevitable to put them into someone else’s place during the chat.
Sometimes online dating is not the reality that is too bad, but the gap between the illusion and the one you love is too big.
Readers gradually like the author from liking the work, and the only channel for understanding is the text itself.
What the author looks like, what his actual personality is, and his charisma are all unknown.
The author who makes your middle school soul burn brightly may actually be a shy little fat guy, so introverted that he doesn't even dare to show his face.
The author who writes so beautifully that it makes people cry may actually be a rough guy who usually talks about "your motherf**king".
There is a wall between the author and the reader.
The more readers love this book, the easier it is to create an image of a perfect author.
Those who are serious about chasing stars are even more serious.
The so-called character design is nothing more than this. The collapse of character design is often just the result of people revealing their "human" nature.
While Li Yan was updating "Nangong Boy", many readers were speculating on "what kind of person the author is."
The more recognized portrait is that of a handsome boy with an artistic flair.
Some people think that the text has a juvenile air, and it should be a young man with a beautiful tree facing the wind.
Some people think that the writing is very mature and there is a profound knowledge between the lines, and it should be a young scholar full of knowledge.
Some people think that the novel is quite ancient and the rhythm is extremely sophisticated, and it should be about a middle-aged scholar who lives in seclusion in the city.
Never mind the young man, he is a handsome, fair-skinned man with sharp eyes.
It turns out that he is not only that, he is a talented person in various fields. Writing novels is like playing a game.
The true image of Li Yan exceeds readers' expectations.
This is very rare, just like the basketball star you love is not only an NBA figure, but also published several top-level papers after playing basketball and held a concert by the way.
“I read it damn right!”
A variant of the “pretend for others” mentality.
When Li Yan used to follow basketball games and cheer for individual stars, her mother Chen Fengling once said: "He won't give you a penny in bonuses even if he wins the championship. What's the point of being excited about?"< br>
Li Yan said he could get strength from it.
I used to think that this kind of power was just being inspired, but now it seems that there is something more subtle.
Superiority is not poison, on the contrary, sometimes it has the power to crush nihilism.
This group of avid readers is drawing the power called "sense of superiority" from the fact that "the author I like is really awesome."
They were content with it.
Coupled with a group of readers who already love this book deeply, their spending power is through the roof.
Huaxin Publishing House, which had only prepared 600 sets, was stunned.
Go straight from overconfidence to hunger marketing.
The proportion of male readers who came to the scene was very high. These guys were very sincere. They agreed to buy a set of books and sign them, but they all just gave Li Yan books to sign.
He is a person who is better at keeping things organized. He shouts "Master Li Yan" and kneels down, begging Li Yan to bless him to get a good grade in the final exam. He just hugs the book tightly after signing. The one who said he wanted to confess to help his younger brother get admitted to the University of Washington; the one who went on stage and threw a punch and asked Li Yan whether it was suitable to write it into the novel...
It was very strange, Li Yan watched it with gusto.
Human observation moment.
Mr. Zhou of Huaxin urgently dispatched a batch of books, and even took out the 60 sets that were supplied to the Beijing Library during the chat and laughter. In the end, three to four hundred people came away with nothing.
But at any rate, Li Yan took the initiative to sign a notebook and give it to those who queued up behind him and didn’t buy the book. The matter wasn’t over until he finished signing the two hundred copies that Mr. Zhou had prepared. He felt tired. .
At the end of the day, Li Yan was still very tired, so he followed Mr. Zhou's suggestion and went to the library conference room to rest.
While shaking the palm of his right hand that was sore and swollen from writing, he recalled the question that a boy—no, he was a high school student, older than Li Yan—asked him just now:
"Yan Da, When are you going to write your next book? "
This question is not easy to answer. To be honest, it is "just let it happen".
With Li Yan’s current ability and development situation, it is probably difficult to have the motivation to try again in a field like online writing that has been tried and achieved.
But the fans couldn’t be disappointed at the scene, and Li Yan didn’t want to give them expectations that they couldn’t fulfill.
Finally, he said, "Don't force it, I'll take a rest first."
Everyone thought that Li Yan was making a mobile phone, and they all said that "mobile phones are important", "Kill the pineapple to death", "Kill the United States to death", and also Didn’t mention it again.
Suddenly, a strange touch from his right hand made Li Yan tremble all over.
He instantly returned to reality from his distracted state, and used an exaggerated gesture to remove his right hand that was wrapped in an inexplicable object.
Looking closely, it turned out to be a tall beauty wearing an OL professional suit.
It was easy to tell from her posture that she had just held Li Yan's right hand with her own hands.
"You too, it's a good thing that the service is good, but I have to remind you!" Mr. Zhou scolded.
The beautiful woman looked aggrieved and pitiful, "I said so. Seeing that Mr. Li didn't respond, I thought I acquiesced."
Oh... Li Yan just reacted. This sister noticed his hand-waving action and took the initiative to knead it for him.
Woman, you have overstepped your bounds!
The woman who was still speaking in a coquettish tone felt the cold air coming from Li Yan, so she decisively shut up and took two steps back.
Fortunately, I didn’t see Li Yan wiping his hands with wet wipes in the conference room, otherwise he would have doubted his life for at least a month.
This matter became the entry point for everyone to sit down and chat.
Of course it was initiated by Mr. Zhou's "self-examination". This woman is a member of the third-party service team he brought.
“It seems that Writer Li is so charming that our Xiaoyu can’t help herself.”
Kaiyuan, who was staying in the conference room, cast a "you understand" look at Li Yan.
Kaiyuan was actually present at this sale meeting, but he was just involved in the logistics preparations. When Li Yan came, there were already six to seven hundred people in the audience. It was not good for him to show up at this time and wait for the signing to end. After all, this is the site of Huaxin Publishing, and it has little to do with its origin as a Chinese website.
“This has nothing to do with being charming or not.” Li Yan looked a little unhappy, “This is impolite, I don’t like physical contact.”
“This, Mr. Li, don’t Don't get me wrong, this is indeed Xiaoyu's spontaneous behavior, and it is definitely not our instruction." Li Yan waved his hand.
Okay, this kid is fifteen years old, how can he be so oppressive?
Mr. Zhou narrowed his eyes, but he is currently in a very excited mood. As a publisher, the more popular the book is and the more money it makes, the happier they will be.
The current physical book sales potential of "Nangong Boy" far exceeds his expectations. Now it depends on how Li Yan likes it.
Then it was routine, I wanted to take Li Yan to dinner, but Li Yan refused.
The reason is "I have to go to class tomorrow and have to catch a plane."
It's an irresistible reason.
However, Li Yan got directly into Kaiyuan's car. Kaiyuan also understood and walked directly to Airport Road.
“What are you doing, Yuanda?”
“Don’t you have to catch a plane?”
“I didn’t even buy a ticket, not even a nine or ten o’clock one. Question. It’s only early six o’clock. Let’s go have a meal.”
Oh, special treatment. It seems that Li Yan regards him as a friend.
Kaiyuan was very satisfied and kept talking about how authentic and old the store he wanted to go to was in Beijing.
"Where are you from?"
"... from Luxi."
"It's okay, it's only more than two thousand kilometers away from Shangjing." "You talk like that, It’s pretty cool.”
Whether the food is authentic or not, Li Yan doesn’t know.
The so-called meal is just a snack, and when the time comes to fill up the stomach, it happens that I haven’t seen Kaiyuan for a while, so Li Yan is just thinking about chatting for a while before leaving.
The first topic was as expected: "Li Yan, aren't you going to write the next book?"
As expected, it was the editor's biggest concern.
"I'm not ready yet, I'm busy."
"Strike while the iron is hot, we should be able to make a lot of money." Kaiyuan looked much more excited than Li Yan.
"Well..." Li Yan pondered.
"Oh...you are not short of the money, right." Kaiyuan laughed, "I heard that you are engaged in mobile phone development, and the start-up capital will be 30 million."
"That can't be considered my money."
"The physical book is more popular than expected this time. I should be able to sell a lot through online channels later. The royalties will be very impressive."
"How impressive is it?"
"That's not true. It's easy to say, I think it's worth a few million. You have the copyright in your hands, and selling the comic and animation adaptation rights will be a big sum after that." Kaiyuan said and smiled, "But you have seen 30 million. "You're a human, these can't excite you."
"If the mobile phone comes out, these are just small amounts of money."
"Yes..." Kaiyuan suddenly lost his mind and shook his head. Take a sip of tea.
"Then you still ask me to continue writing books? I have no motivation, Yuanda."
Kaiyuan shook his head repeatedly and sighed, "I just feel it is a pity. Your experience is just an urban cool article! You are so special The protagonist of "Reading is a Fun Book", if you write a book about the city, and don't mention anything else, just write about your growth experience, how immersive it will be!"
Li Yan did not show any excitement! feel.
"Look at what happened just now. That beautiful woman took the initiative to rub your hands. What kind of treatment is this?"
"I'm not happy. I haven't touched a girl's hand before." Li Yan pouted.
"If this is about a female character being pinched by a male waiter, that would definitely not work. But since you are the male protagonist, no one will care whether you have touched it or not. The more you touch, the more you touch it. This is more fun."
“I love warriors purely.”
“Yes, after all, it’s better to love the little princess of Yili Group purely.”
“Huh?” Li Yan was shocked, "How do you know?!"
"What's so surprising?" Kaiyuan was confused, "Isn't the interaction between the two of you on Weibo basically equivalent to an official announcement? If you weren't too Xiao, I just blew up the lights.”
"No, how do you know she is Wei Yili's daughter?"
"Is this some kind of secret? We all talk about gossip when we study urban subjects... but you Linjiang treat it as a secret?"
...Li Yan was silent.
Seeing that he still did not continue the topic of urban writing, Kaiyuan continued to ask:
"What's wrong? I think it should be easy for you to write, as difficult as "Nangong Boy", You write so fast, just like a diary, you can’t write more than 30,000 words a day?”
"It's not easy, Yuanda. I don't dare to write urban literature."
Don't dare?
This is the first time I heard this word from Li Yan.
That's right, it's something he Kaiyuan finds easy.
Interesting and interesting.
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to turn a relaxing online article into a thesis." Li Yan spread his hands.
“No one asked you to write a paper!”
“As long as it involves content related to real life, there will always be people who jump out and bring it into their own lives, and then bring up various Such opinions." Li Yan said, "At least when I wrote Nangong Boy, few people talked to me about the authenticity of the male protagonist's skills."
"This is normal, readers need to find a sense of presence. ”
"It's not just readers," Li Yan picked up a piece of Double Crisp and chewed it thoroughly, "Isn't this life a process of finding a sense of existence?"
If there is no interest in finding a sense of existence, there will be nothingness. Doctrine invades at any time.
"Life is boring" is basically the state after being pure and devoid of desires.
"Then what are you struggling with?"
"Because I'm tired." Li Yan sighed, "Actually, it's not like "Nangong Boy" doesn't have readers who dig up the historical background, but anyway, I and his The information base is the same. Everyone reads history books. He always has a basis for questioning. I also have my own basis for writing it. The official history is there, and the historical research is there. Whoever is reasonable should learn more. You can see it at a glance.”
"Isn't it a city?"
Li Yan pointed at Kaiyuan, "Yuan Da, you are pretending to be stupid. How could you, an editor, not understand?"
Kaiyuan just smiled and said that he wanted to Listen to Li Yan.
“The city is actually the life of modern people. Everyone has lived it and everyone will have their own experience. Therefore, urban novels naturally have a strong sense of substitution, which is an advantage; but at the same time, it is too easy to be found. I feel like this is a disadvantage for an author like me.”
“An author like you?”
"Authors who can't stand it when they see questions with poor logic, or when they see some 'basis' that uses their own life experience as the truth." Li Yan laughed at himself, "To put it simply, things force the author."
"You can just keep writing it without caring about the readers."
"Then I can just write it for my own enjoyment, and I don't need to worry about the review."
Kaiyuan licked it Tongue, speechless.
"Everyone's life is different. The place where they grew up, their family situation, their subsequent studies, the circles around them, and the industries they work in... are all different." Li Yan picked up another chopstick dish and said, "Information The gap is very serious. In a city like my hometown, Lincheng, which doesn’t even have a large library, how could my classmates understand the launch event I just held?”
Kaiyuan nodded.
"Or some rich second generation, whose pocket money has never been less than 10,000 yuan a month in their entire lives, how can they understand my joy in getting my first several thousand yuan royalties? They might come over and scold me. It’s unreasonable to give a highly skilled person a salary of eight thousand a month.”
“Really eight thousand?”
“How high. Technology?”
"Actually, it's not bad."
......
The two were immediately embarrassed.
“Look,” Li Yan smiled bitterly, “the so-called technology is good or not, this is also the information gap between you and me. Maybe you will think that the salaries of people engaged in technology will explode, but in fact it is not. You I don’t understand this technology, but I think it’s awesome, so I think it’s okay. And I’m the one on the demand side, so naturally I can’t give you a high salary.”
“You don’t have to care so much about the opinions of individual readers. ”
"I care." Li Yan answered instantly and suppressed Kaiyuan instantly, "So I won't write it yet."
Seeing that there was no hope of persuasion, Kaiyuan could only sigh deeply.
"Yuda, don't count on the city. Even if I am omniscient and omnipotent, I dare not write about it. Everyone has different perceptions. It is too difficult to write a novel that contains hard-core industry knowledge answers. Besides, it is really like this Well, this novel is nonsense." Li Yan laughed, "I'll just ask a few reporters to interview me, and then write a documentary - "On How Li Yan Was Made."
"Okay, I raise my hands to support."
Before leaving, Kaiyuan suddenly winked at Li Yan and asked:
"According to what you mean, you haven't held hands with the little princess yet?"
"Puppy love is prohibited."
Li Yan turned Kaiyuan off with one sentence.
(End of this chapter)