Just write a piece of work and be able to compete for the Nobel Prize in Literature?

Are you funny?

What Waltergu said just now was just an exaggeration. But even he, a world-class writer, would not dare to say such big things when facing the Nobel Prize.

And he is sure that any writer who stands at the pinnacle of the world, after writing a work, will go through several refinements. Even a word or punctuation mark must be carefully considered.

That's literature!

In the eyes of the great writer, there is no room for the slightest flaw.

Only this attitude of striving for perfection can give birth to a series of amazing masterpieces under the pen of writers.

The Nobel Prize in Literature is even more harsh.

In addition to the work must reach the pinnacle of literature, it must also have humanity, life, emotion, and belief...... and so on can affect the profound meaning of humanity.

Because of this, when Wang Huan said those words, Walter Gu felt that Wang Huan was in the Arabian Nights.

What an international joke!

When Wang Huan saw Waltergu's eyes, he knew what the other party was talking about.

He smiled faintly, "Mr. Waltergu, do you not believe what I say?"

Letter?

I believe you're a ball.

Waltergu smiled: "Mr. Wang Huan, do you think what you said is credible? You are also a writer, and you should know that in addition to imagination and creativity, a literary masterpiece also has rigor in it. It's not just because anyone talks about it that makes a good work happen. ”

Wang Huan nodded seriously: "What you said is very right, but I still want to write it, after all, I am full of thoughts at this moment." ”

Is there such a boast?

Waltergu felt that he had opened his own eyes, and it seemed that he would have a new subject inspiration for his writing in the future: the daily life of an adult!

Wang Huan said seriously: "I'm telling the truth, I can start writing now, but I have a small request before I write." ”

Waltergu frowned: "What request?"

Wang Huan said: "If you think the work I wrote is good, I hope you can be my Nobel Prize recommender." ”

This breath!

Walter was quirky: "If your work is really eligible for the Nobel Prize, I'm happy to help." But if you're just kidding me, I'm going to write your actions into my work today! And I have to warn you, if you write one in Chinese, I won't be able to read it. ”

Wang Huan snapped his fingers: "Don't worry, I will write this in English." However, I need to make it clear that when I publish this work, it will be published under a pseudonym, not under my name. The secret of this pseudonym cannot be known to anyone except you. If you agree, I'll write this work tonight. ”

Waltergu said lightly: "As long as you can write a good work, these are small problems!"

But in his heart, he snorted coldly:

This young man's speech is really getting more and more scoreless.

Don't say whether Wang Huan can write it.

Even if you can write a good work, you can do it in one night? I really think you are a god! At present, the Nobel Prize in Literature can basically only be won for long works. What is a long story? At least hundreds of thousands of words!

Writing hundreds of thousands of words in one night, when you are a typewriter?

And when Wang Huan heard the other party's words, he was overjoyed.

Nailed it!

So let's get started!

"Do you have a computer, Mr. Waltergou?" he asked, "if not, pen and paper." ”

Although this small fishing village looks particularly backward, a great writer like Valgut should have a computer with him in case of emergency.

Really.

Walter said: "Yes, you wait. ”

After saying that, he pushed the door and left, and walked back with a small laptop about ten minutes later: "Here you go." ”

After Wang Huan took it, he looked at Lao Fulai: "Old man, I will write a film with you as the protagonist next, I don't know if you agree?"

A smile appeared on Old Furley's withered face: "Write." ”

"Hmm. ”

Wang Huan nodded.

Lao Fulai saved the lives of him and Lu Mingjun, this kind of life-saving grace is difficult for Wang Huan to repay for a lifetime. However, if he writes "The Old Man and the Sea", as long as there is no accident, the old man will definitely become a spiritual idol in the whole of Cuba and even the world in the future, which may satisfy him more than any monetary compensation for this old man who advocates hard work.

I walked to a small table next to me, turned on the computer, and got busy.

Waltergu, on the other hand, sat on the sidelines and did not say anything.

He wanted to see what tricks Wang Huan wanted to do in front of him.

Wang Huan closed his eyes, adjusted his mood slightly, then opened his eyes, opened a document on the computer, and directly changed the name of the document to "The Old Man and the Sea" in English.

Then his hands began to pound rapidly on the computer.

Even though he had tried his best to restrain his speed, the frequency of typing, as the world's number one hacker, still startled Waltergu on the side.

Damn, you're a typewriter!

That's too fast, isn't it?

......

In the past, Wang Huan had already purchased "The Old Man and the Sea" in the system, and every sentence of text naturally appeared in his mind at this moment.

Hardly on a second thought.

Lines of text appear on the computer.

"The Old Man and the Sea".

He was an old man fishing alone in a small boat in the Gulf Stream, and he had been there for eighty-four days and had not caught a single fish. For the first forty days, a boy was with him. However, after forty days they had not caught a single fish, the child's parents told him that the old man must now be "full of blood," that is to say, to the extreme, so the boy obeyed their command, got into another boat, and caught three good fish in the first week. The boy was very distressed to see that the old man came back every day when the boat was always empty, and he always went ashore and helped the old man with the rope that had been rolled up, or the hook and harpoon, and the sail that was wound around the mast. The sail was patched with flour bags, and when folded, it looked like a flag that marked eternal failure.

......

Wang Huan's speed has been continuing at a fast and uniform frequency.

It was as if there would never be any trouble with Calvin.

As he just said: the spring of thought.

This made Waltergu wonder if Wang Huan was beating around, after all, he had never seen a writer write at such a fast pace.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

At this time, it was already late at night, Waltgu glanced at Wang Huan, who was still crackling and beating, and after drinking the last sip of wine, he smiled at the old man: "Old Fulai, your story tonight is very exciting, this time I really made this trip, the night is late, now I will go back to sleep, good night." ”

Lao Fu glanced at Wang Huan: "Mr. Waltergu, aren't you waiting for Mr. Wang Huan?"

Waltergu spread his hands and said helplessly: "Old Furley, I'm afraid you're telling a joke." Do you really think he can write a long story overnight? Even if he can type fast enough to even type more than 10,000 words in an hour, then he can only write 30,000 or 40,000 words in three hours. In other words, it may have been a few days before he finished writing this one. Am I going to sit here for days?"

(End of chapter)