Literary Master: Starting with Refusing to Be a Child Star

Chapter 35 A Small Fame in the Print Magazine Industry

Because of other commitments, Lao Tang, who loves science fiction, entrusted the task of buying "Science Fiction Vision" to his friend Cui Hao, who loves suspense.

"Let's get this straight: if I get you this issue of Science Fiction Vision, you absolutely have to read my article, 'Summer, Fireworks, My Corpse.' You've also read the author's previous article, 'Grandma'—it's absolutely brilliant."

"Okay, I'll definitely watch it."

Old Tang has a mild personality, and he really doesn't know how he became good friends with someone with such obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The call ended.

Cui Hao immediately drove to the nearest bookstore where he could buy "Science Fiction Vision".

When he was finalizing the book, he found an unexpected name on the cover. Old Cui rubbed his eyes and thought, "What the hell? How did the name of their suspense world's rising star end up in a science fiction magazine?"

"Oh, didn't you know? Your newcomer who treats suspense like a treasure has released two works in one go, and he's appeared on the covers of two magazines at the same time."

Actually, it's just that Cui Hao doesn't go online. If he had looked at the online forums now, he would definitely know how popular the name "Early Spring Tea" is right now.

This is the wildest and most innocent era of the internet, where netizens' evaluations of the works and people presented online are very straightforward.

Even the works of famous directors are criticized for being bad, while ordinary people with good singing skills can become famous overnight.

Netizens' thirst for high-quality literary and entertainment works has led to the pen name "Early Spring Tea" seemingly gaining influence comparable to that of established literary figures.

Old Tang got curious after reading online comments, which is why he urged his friend to buy him the book.

After hearing the whole story, Cui Hao was no longer in a hurry. He found a stool and planned to watch it live, but unexpectedly, a young man beat him to it.

He was also holding a copy of "Science Fiction Vision" in his hand, and he was muttering to himself:

"Everyone says you can't judge domestic science fiction if you haven't seen this 'Take Her Eyes' thing, but I just don't believe it. Is there any point in comparing domestic science fiction to foreign science fiction just because it's inferior?"

It looked like there was going to be a good show, so Cui Hao wasn't in a hurry anymore. He stood to the side and waited for a while, and then he could clearly hear the sound of swallowing.

The young man's hand trembled slightly. "That's it?" Instead of feeling defeated by his friend's blunder, he jumped three meters high.

She ran out like the wind, shouting something incomprehensible to passersby: "Chinese science fiction is saved! 'Take Her Eyes' is Chinese science fiction..."

The shop owner looked up briefly before continuing with his business. He was used to it; recently, countless people of all ages who came to his bookstore had been behaving this way.

He waited a while longer, and sure enough, the young man came back with a row of "Science Fiction Vision" magazines to pay for the bill.

"You bought quite a lot."

Cui Hao expressed his surprise.

The young man didn't say much, just handed him a copy, "We're all book lovers, and book lovers don't lie to each other. This issue of 'Science Fiction Vision' is absolutely top-notch."

It's not like all of you do this; Cui Hao's curiosity was simply uncontrollable, and as soon as he got home, he buried himself in books.

Coincidentally, this kind of situation is happening all over the country.

Science Fiction Vision has been bombarding the printing press with calls; they simply had to rush to print too many copies of this issue.

"Another 50,000 copies?"

"Too much?"

"I'm not saying this to be mean, but even I, running a printing factory, can't stand it anymore. Send your employees down to the bookstores to see how popular this issue of 'Science Fiction Vision' is. Printing an extra 50,000 copies every year—are you just throwing money away?"

The printing factory owner, with his large belly, took a puff of his cigar and scolded his customers with a look of disappointment and frustration.

"How many copies do you want?"

"I'll give you a number—20 copies."

"The price needs to be discussed further."

The fat boss felt like he'd been tricked, but since he could make money, he decided to play dumb for a while.

After hanging up the TV, the editor-in-chief called over the newly promoted junior editor:

"You were the one who initially recommended this author to me. I asked you to contact the person in charge; did you manage to get in touch with them?"

The junior editor nodded.

"What did he say?"

"Check the price."

The editor-in-chief smiled, saying he liked creators who talked about reality rather than ideals; these were the most ambitious creators.

"Tell him that we are different from the magazine next door that delays payment every day. We pay as soon as the article is accepted, and the contract we offer him will definitely be the highest in the industry."

The junior editor was about to go downstairs to run an errand.

"Remember, we can't rush him when it comes to urging him to write new science fiction, but we must be quick!"

Listen to what the leader is saying; is he even speaking human language?

Of course, he also knew that the online hype surrounding "Early Spring Tea" was excessive, and his magazine was naturally happy with this marketing strategy that could sell books.

They're not the only ones with this idea. Since this author can write science fiction and suspense, why not write about other genres? Quality aside, as long as this author writes, they'll be sure to sell their "debut work in a certain genre" as a label for Supernova.

As for the impact on reputation, please, which famous author hasn't written a few mediocre works? Besides, even if they all write seriously, it's normal to have some poorly written ones.

What they didn't know was that Luo Jinnian was actually quite good at writing.

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"Is this the clothes you wanted, brother?"

Simply going up and singing "Ode to Young China" would be too dry, so Luo Jinnian specially asked Uncle Qin to rent him a set of Hanfu.

Actually, I originally wanted a Zhongshan suit, but whether you can fill it out really depends on your figure. Luo Jinnian is a skinny kid with thin arms and legs, so his body just can't handle it.

The clothes didn't seem like much when they were lying there, but once Luo Jinnian put them on, the two adults and the child were stunned.

"Wow, bro, that's a great outfit."

The performance was about to begin when the phone rang. Qin Chuan answered it; it was for Luo Jinnian.

"They're asking you for the manuscript."

He gave a hint using lip reading.

Luo Jinnian spoke, and his childish voice startled the person opposite him.

Fortunately, the junior editor had already managed his emotions well; he came to both conduct himself professionally and with a human touch to urge the editor to finish the manuscript.

"We need the manuscript from a big shot."

Without Luo Jinnian even mentioning it, Qin Chuan began discussing the contract and the resources that the magazine should provide, taking care of all aspects.

Aside from the question of when the manuscript would be submitted, the junior editor was anxious but couldn't get any accurate information.

"I will submit a new article to you around the National Day holiday."

In the end, it was Luo Jinnian who made the final decision.

Qin Chuan felt very uneasy. It was the first time he had heard the boy speak so frankly, which made him, who was still waiting for the sequel to "The Little Prince," feel quite uncomfortable.

"Just curious, what's the specific title of your new work? Of course, you can choose not to tell me."

Qin Chuan was also very curious, and he noticed that the boy hesitated for only a moment before speaking up:

"I just came up with a name for it, it's called 'The Way of Dawn'."

Luo Jinnian is just taking advantage of someone, plagiarizing two of Liu Cixin's highly acclaimed works.

"If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening." I think it was Confucius who said that. What a fine name!

The junior editor wasn't trying to flatter him; you could say he was putting the cart before the horse. His genuine thought was simply, "No wonder everyone he writes becomes a success; just look at the level of his naming skills, you can tell he's no ordinary person."

"Are you all ready yet? The makeup team is on their way."

The squad leader ran over to remind him.

Luo Jinnian will soon be on stage for the school's National Day performance.

Let's put the manuscript and other things aside for now; the most important thing today is the performance.

"Keep it up!"

Fei Yuxi clenched her fist and encouraged him.

Since she didn't have any shows to perform, she simply followed her uncle Qin Chuan to Luo Jinnian's school to watch him perform live.

Luo Jinnian nodded, "I'll do my best."

"Ode to Young China" is about to make its official debut in the world.

This is his first work where he didn't expect any good results at all; he only hoped to complete his work as a plagiarist to spread excellent culture and give this world a little bit of a shock from a parallel world.

"When the youth are wise, the nation is wise."

"A strong youth makes a strong nation."

"A strong youth makes a strong nation."

A boy's loud voice rang out from the stage—