Chapter 151 Two names that are about to take the world by storm
"An event that stirred up a frenzied atmosphere around the world?" The editor-in-chief of Zhiyin Media was once again stunned by the lawyer's wording, and even more by the madness in his words.
"A blessing collection activity. Each reader can write a blessing card and send a letter to our published address, or post an email to our specially designed web page. We will arrange dedicated personnel to be responsible for statistics and sorting.
"The lawyer smiled.
"But writing postcards and e-mails to wish them well has long been outdated. Our magazine's audience is mostly teenagers and middle school students. They probably won't be passionate about characters in fairy tales enough to devote time and energy to blessing them...
..." The editor hesitated for a moment, then truthfully stated what he was thinking.
"Of course no one is willing to do it for free. My client knows this better than anyone else. She said that people are born to be beasts chasing profits..." The young lawyer smiled meaningfully, "So, I am willing to do it for both of us.
Those who are blessed by the protagonist may receive a mysterious grand prize!"
"Mysterious grand prize?" the editor-in-chief said in a daze. He felt that his brain was a little insufficient today... Maybe this customer is a psychopath.
Yes, that must be the case! After all, who would spend four million U.S. dollars just to send blessings to two friends, and then go to all the trouble to get some mysterious grand prize!
"Yes, it's actually not that mysterious. The customer's requirement is that for every registered postcard or email received, a ten-dollar reward will be put into the prize pool. Two is twenty dollars, and so on... Wait until seven days later, and the postcard
The deadline for collection and mailing is, the number of blessings received multiplied by ten times the US dollars will be used as a reward, and one lucky reader will be randomly selected to give it as a one-time gift."
The editor-in-chief was completely shocked. The corners of his open mouth twitched slightly and his eyes widened, interpreting the word "stunned" vividly.
"You may not know much about our reader base... Our average sales volume for each issue is at least millions. It is conservatively estimated that if one-tenth of these are converted into well-wishers, there will be hundreds of thousands of people. So
After all, you have to prepare at least millions of dollars!" The editor-in-chief seemed a little hesitant, "Isn't this too crazy?"
"It's hard to buy happiness when you have money. Many rich people have such weird personalities. I once had a client who was an anime otaku with a very irritable personality. She once went crazy because the heroine of "Pokémon" was frequently changed, which made her unhappy.
Sell the stocks of 'Game Freak' and Nintendo... You don't know how difficult these rich people are to take care of. Sometimes they are simply neurotic!" The lawyer patted the editor on the shoulder, "But these are not things you should consider now.
Now we just need to do a good job of publicity and publish our story in the most prominent position, and someone will take care of the other work."
"Okay, I'm going to prepare the contract now." The editor stood up with two envelopes containing huge cashier's checks.
Twenty minutes later, a silver Porsche 718 convertible drove out of the underground garage of Zhiyin Company. The young lawyer sat in the passenger seat with a wishful smile on his face. The beautiful female assistant stepped on the accelerator hard.
The beast roared away. In the trunk of the sports car, there was also a collection of "Novel Pictures" and "Zhiyin Manke" donated to him by the editor-in-chief, filling the entire space.
However, what the lawyer did not tell the editor-in-chief of Zhiyin Media was that at the same time, exactly the same thing was happening quietly in nearly twenty publishing houses and media companies in ten countries around the world.
The published magazines all have at least one million sales!
This means that the story of Jormungandr and Chu Zihang will not only be published in "Novel Painting" and "Zhiyin Manke", but also will appear in the most prominent and popular sections of all well-known magazines around the world... A forbidden battle between man and dragon
The fairy tale of love will be like the fastest and most violent hurricane, sweeping the whole world crazily!
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China, BJ, a food stall barbecue stall deep in an alley.
Tang Ben and Zhu Yan were sitting on a bench, their eyes wandering back and forth between each other and the table. Before that, they were strangers who had never met each other in life, and they were only connected by the piles of banknotes in the box on the table.
It was a sudden fate. These banknotes looked like they had just been taken out of the bank without even tearing off the seal. The strong smell of new banknotes seemed to be unable to cover up the smell of tobacco and alcohol from the barbecue stall. The crimson red stacks were very eye-catching.
, so red that it’s shocking and mouth-watering.
Tang Ben is a novelist between young and middle-aged... Of course, this is just his ideal. In the real world, he is a street novel writer, or the kind of literary youth who suffers from depression and is full of empty ideas.
He felt that he had nowhere to put his ambitions to use and his talents were not recognized. He fantasized that one day if he could seize the opportunity, he would be able to transform into a dragon when faced with a storm... Zhu Yan's situation was slightly better. She had just graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts. Some people say that graduation means unemployment.
Zhu Yan couldn't adapt to the social life of 996, so she relied on the extra money she earned from some original drawings to barely make ends meet while pursuing her dreams. She was an aspiring young man with some attainments in art!
They looked like people who would appear at such a late-night food stall. Their stubble and depressed state seemed to be born for late-night wine stalls, but the girl across the table was out of tune with the urban atmosphere here.
The girl was dressed in a tight-fitting black leather jacket, flaunting her exaggeratedly beautiful curves. Her slender legs were crossed and tilted like deadly scimitars. The girl's whole body was covered in expensive perfume, and the corners of her eyes were crimson.
With sharp curves, the tall nose is as high as a steep mountain, and the lips are full and red, like a glamorous supermodel who has just stepped off the catwalk.
"The situation is like this. I have also read the outline of the story to you. I need a touching story. If it can move people to tears and make readers sad and cry, I will try to make everyone who sees this story fall in love with it.
Our Jormungandr and Chu Zihang... you only have two days." Mai Shutoku suddenly paused and looked down at her watch, "No, to be precise, it's one day and ten hours. The first chapter of the serialized story
It needs to be freshly baked.”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Then she bit off the last bunch of salt and pepper chicken feet, took out a red banknote from the box and slapped it on the table, "It tastes strong enough, here are ten more."
This time it’s going to be twice as spicy!” The girl said with overwhelming momentum.
"I have the outline, and I have no problem with time! But it is difficult to make everyone fall in love with them. Although I am very confident in my writing style and plot control ability, so far no author has been able to create something that makes everyone fall in love with them."
A character that everyone loves..." Tang Ben did not dare to look directly at Mai Shutoku, he could only look at the box of banknotes and the chicken feet on half the table.
"It's okay, they will fall in love with it, because Jormungandr and Chu Zihang are valuable, and no one will have trouble with money. Your task is to devote your life-long talent and enthusiasm to this work, and treat Jormungandr as your biological mother
, treat Chu Zihang like your own father. Don’t you always feel that your talents are not appreciated? This is a good opportunity. As long as your story can impress everyone, all the publishing houses will be vying for you in the future. Those
The editor who once looked down on you will treat you as an ancestor." Mai Shutoku took her eyes away from Tang Ben and glanced at Zhu Yan, "What about you?"
"The time is too short, and comics are not a job that can be updated daily!" Zhu Yan complained, and then he glanced at the pile of red banknotes and gritted his teeth, "But I still know a few
Friends who are original animators, we can work all night long! But it would be better if we have a prototype of the protagonist, so that we can save the step of character design and the efficiency will be improved a lot!"
Mai Shutoku conjured up two black-and-white photos from nowhere and pushed them on the table. "The male protagonist is an elite cool guy. He is cold-faced and talks little but is coquettish. He is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. He has the potential to be like an eighth wife. The heroine is a brain-brainer.
A beautiful girl who is addicted to cigarettes, talks nonsense, is careless but attentive... Well, you can also consider adding a character named 'Ricardo' to the story, the male protagonist's younger brother, whose role is to always secretly serve
Their love is protected, and their personalities... are elite and decisive, and they talk nonsense."
"Is the character of this junior brother named 'Ricardo' a combination of the two of them?" Tang Ben whispered, "Why does it sound less like a junior brother and more like their son?"
"You are very enlightened." Mai Shutoku clapped her hands, and the driver in black came from a distance carrying a sharp paper knife. Mai Shutoku took the paper knife and, under everyone's gaze,
She grabbed a handful of heavy cash and rolled it into two, as if she was crushing her review materials after the college entrance examination.
Everyone was stunned and silent for a moment. A strong man with tattoos all over his bare back slammed the bottle on the table and whistled: "This girl is so powerful! So neat!"
Amid the cheers and cheers in the hall, Mai Shutoku stepped on the back of the chair. She held up the paper knife like an ancient guillotine, and the banknotes underneath looked like the heads of sinners. She did not hesitate.
It was rolled down hard, stack after stack, and the flying banknotes were like splashing blood, falling into the brown paper bag prepared by the driver.
"One million royalties, half for each person." Mai Shutoku zipped up the travel bag and threw it on the table in front of Tang Ben and Zhu Yan.
"Half of the cards you have over there are the right half. You can take it and divide it yourself, but even if you take it to the bank, you won't be able to exchange it for the full amount. If you want the left half, you can exchange it for stories and comics. Remember to work hard without sleep and food.
Ah! The most powerful editors are waving to you with a bright future! You are all the best young people. I look forward to Jormungandr and Chu Zihang shining in your stories... But next time we meet, you can shave
I need to wash my hair or something, your strong bachelor smell has affected my appetite a little bit today."
Tang Ben and Zhu Yan looked at the remains of chicken feet piled on the table, and exchanged glances with each other, but no one dared to talk back.
Mai Shutoku clapped her hands and took out a cashier's check with four zeros drawn on it from her wallet, "I'll pay for tonight's wine. Please look forward to a wonderful love fairy tale and best wishes in major magazines in two days."
They. Oh, by the way, our newcomers are called Jormungandr and Chu Zihang, remember these two names!"
People were holding wine bottles and banging them on the wine table, and the rhythm was clanging. Jiude Mai stepped up her long legs, twisted her slender waist, and walked to the rhythm to the extended Hummer on the roadside. Before she left, she walked towards
Everyone blew a kiss, just like a female celebrity saying goodbye to fans to cheer for her.
Everyone was drunk. I don’t know whether it was because the alcohol was too high today, or because the girl who left was too hot. The smell of cumin and smoke and alcohol from the barbecue stall was so strong that it made people dizzy.
The sweet fragrance seems to fill this narrow alley forever and linger for a long time.
…
The executive suite was as messy as the ruins of a terrorist attack. There were so many Coke cans that they could pile up into a set of dominoes, KFC takeout paper bags were everywhere, and the leftovers of pizza and chicken wings were probably enough to feed a whole nest of rats for a whole winter. The only thing
The clean and tidy desktop is because there are four laptops on it. They are all turned on and the CPU is running at ultra-high power.
Chu Zihang was sitting in the "pure land" in the center of the "ruins". He was wearing a headset, his hands were typing rapidly on the keyboard, and his eyes were fixed on the computer screen motionless, like a watching robot. There were four computer screens.
It can be assembled into a map of the entire BJ City. The dense red dots on it flashed and then went out immediately, and then appeared in other places.
Fingel was lying on the bed with the word "big". He reached under the bed with one hand, shook the red wine bottle on the floor, and grabbed a slice of hardened pizza with the other hand and bit into it fiercely. He looked like a giant turtle with a hangover.
"Where are Lu Mingfei and his hunter friends? It seems I haven't seen them since this morning?" Chu Zihang took off his headphones and asked suddenly.
It seemed that his work had come to an end for the time being, but even so, when he suddenly ended his long and high-pressure work, he did not take a deep breath and immediately slumped down on the soft chair like ordinary people, but immediately asked Lu Ming
Where Fei is going, all the states in his life seem to be seamlessly connected without any pause.
"His hunter friend has been complaining that his hands are itchy. He said that he must play a few interstellar games to avoid itching all over his body, but he doesn't want to disturb you from your work... He probably went to the Internet cafe." Fingel took a sip of red wine and said, "I
I would have gone if I knew how to play, but unfortunately I am not interested in games. But now it seems that hanging out in an Internet cafe is probably more comfortable than listening to you typing on the keyboard here, junior brother!"
"The keyboard sound in Internet cafes will be noisier." Chu Zihang said seriously, "There will also be various noises. According to statistics, Internet cafes rank in the top three areas with the most serious noise pollution, second only to construction sites."
"But at least there are girls there! Those complaints and shouts at least sound humane." Fingel's face was full of resentment, "Junior brother, how did you manage to make only a squeaking sound for three hours without even coughing?
You don’t even have to go to the toilet even if you cough! Did you become a keyboard expert in your last life?”