"What do you want, tacos?" Al looked at the two black dudes who looked stunned because they were so big, and didn't understand what they meant.

But Wang gradually understood.

This is to see in.

Looking at the cool text, isn't it about the sense of substitution.

He is determined, which shows that there should be a market for not using the "Dragon Lance Chronicles", which describes the overall situation, but from the perspective of the protagonist and talks about personal experience.

At this time, the two black brothers didn't look at Al, and walked directly towards the king.

He kept babbling, "What's next?"

"Well, it's not done yet. Wang gradually looked at the two of them and asked, "How is the writing?"

"This mother-fucker, it's so pretty... I've never seen anything like it. One of them shouted, "It's the same feeling as having a Chicago typewriter and suddening the lame gang of pups." ”

"Mother-fucker, that's so cool. Another black man also said loudly.

"Well, if, I mean if, if you were to buy this thing, would you like it?" asked Wang gradually with some apprehension.

That's all that matters.

I want to write books to make money, but I don't want to generate electricity with love.

"Yes. The two replied together.

Then, after glancing at each other, they said embarrassedly, "But we don't have any money..."

Wang was a little speechless for a while.

Al also walked up to the two of them at this time, picked up the cigarette that had been thrown to the ground, then took two puffs, and said, "What are you looking at?"

"He wrote a story, mother-fucker, so good-looking. The black brother replied.

"You, writing stories?" Al looked surprised, "aren't you a thief?"

You're a thief, your whole family is a thief!

Well, it seems that Al's parents and sister are indeed thieves, and the only brother who is not in prison for theft is because of murder.

"If you have a story in your head, you can write it down. Wang gradually replied.

"I know, I know," Al replied, "just like the big guy I followed, and I remembered a lyric while drinking in a bar. ”

He snatched the manuscript from the two of them, handed it back to Wang Yan, and said, "But as for us people, no one can read books, and you still have to let those whitemen see it to know if it can be published." ”

With that, he kicked one of the two black men in the ass.

"Stop yelling, it's time to go to a nightclub. Tonight's big guy single warms up, hurry up!"

Then, with a wave of his hand, he led the two out of the apartment.

Wang gradually took the manuscript and thought about what Al had just said, and pondered in his heart.

Yes, the main force of book buying has never been the black people at the bottom, but the white people in the middle class.

Most of the bestsellers are also bought by them.

I still have to find someone similar to try it out.

At this time, the old man named John came to Wang Yan's mind.

Hurry up tonight and tomorrow morning, and bring the manuscript over tomorrow to show the old man.

As he thought, he opened the window to dissipate the smell of leaves in the room.

Then he walked back to his bedroom and went back to writing.

I don't know if the words of "I Am an Archmage" are too white, or if it is the talent that has been brought by time.

In the following translations, Wang gradually became more and more smooth, and the English words were written even faster than Chinese characters.

Maybe it's because the English words are more fluent?

In this way, with the occasional gunshots outside the window, he translated all night.

When the cold wind gradually woke the king up, it was already past ten o'clock in the morning.

He stood up, rubbed his numb arm, crushed from sleeping on his stomach, and looked at the thick stack of manuscripts.

Finally, you're done!

Wang gradually arranged the table, arranged the manuscripts in order, and read them again.

Nodding with satisfaction, he ate something casually and washed up again.

After changing clothes and watching TV for a while, the time had come to one o'clock in the afternoon.

After fidgeting for a quarter of an hour, Wang gradually went to the community labor check-in point early.

After waiting anxiously for half an hour with the manuscript, he saw a general car slowly coming.

Old man John parked the car, and then walked slowly on his back.

Wang gradually came to the old man in a few arrow steps, took the manuscript, and said to the old man with an expectant expression: "You promised me yesterday that I would help me take a look, no, I brought it." ”

With that, he handed over the manuscript.

The old man looked at Wang Yan with surprise on his face, and took the manuscript, "What type did you really write?"

What type?

Xiaobai Shuangwen, the kind of thief who doesn't have a brain.

Wang gradually said secretly in his heart, but said on his lips: "It's similar to "The Lord of the Rings", a fantasy novel. ”

"It's just making it up. The old man replied: "Young man, you should learn more from Hemingway and Mitchell, and write something with depth." ”

"Also, try not to give manuscripts to others. If you show it to others, you still have to type it out on a typewriter. ”

"Okay, okay. Wang gradually was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, and hurriedly responded.

Yes, the manuscript was given to someone else, so what if it was plagiarized?

Although I am not qualified to talk about plagiarism or anything, it is better to pay attention in the future.

As for typewriters,

How much?

In Wang Yan's thoughts, the old man was already sitting on the bench at the sign-in point with the manuscript and reading it.

And Wang gradually squatted beside him, looking at him with blank eyes.

I don't know if it's because the novel really doesn't fit the taste, or because Wang Yan's handwriting is really sloppy.

The old man kept frowning, but he was quite serious.

In this way, time passed slowly and unconsciously.

There are already people who have participated in the community work and come to the check-in point.

Even the community worker named Lily, who was in charge of check-in, arrived at the check-in point.

Everyone began to line up and sign in turn.

Only the old man was still reading the book, while Wang gradually looked at the old man.

When everyone was about to finish signing in, the old man had not moved.

In desperation, Wang gradually had no choice but to pat the old man, and pointed at Lily, signaling that he was going to sign in.

The old man glanced up, then looked pained.

This frightened the king.

What about slander, what is this?

Didn't I exert myself?

At this time, the blonde beauty Lily also noticed the situation here.

She walked over quickly and asked Old Man John with a concerned face, "What's wrong?"

I saw the old man trembling and taking out a note from his pocket.

Wang gradually looked at it, and it seemed to be a prescription drug list prescribed by a doctor, and the symptoms on it read: Stage II cancer.

He looked at the old man with a shocked face, and he had always thought that the old man was in the early stage of cancer.

Stage 2 cancer, doesn't it mean that the old man's chances of survival are very slim?

Then he heard the old man say in pain, "I need to go home and rest." ”

Lily hurriedly hugged the old man and said, "The judge has already explained your situation to me, you can rest at any time." ”

Then, he looked back at Wang Gradually, "You send him home, and you have participated in community labor today." ”

"Thank you. The old man said weakly.

Wang Yan also hurriedly supported the old man, feeling a little unbearable.

It can't be that I let the old man try to read the novel, and the energy is too exhausted, so it is so uncomfortable, right?