For Zhang Chu's simple request, Shen Yunhua naturally agreed, which was originally the right thing to do.

The rest of the works he handled were also approved by the employer before they could get the final payment, even if the short story "Artificial Intelligence" didn't need money at the moment, but it had to satisfy the original author.

Shen Yunhua, who was located outside the electrical laboratory of Stanford University, celebrated excitedly, unbeknownst to him, thinking that his experiment had made a breakthrough.

"Don't worry, I'll hurry up and translate this article, and you can point out any questions when the time comes. ”

Zhang Chu is happy to have someone to help, otherwise if he translates by himself, he may have to wait for when.

He easily paid attention to Shen Yunhua's Weibo, so that the content of the private messages sent by the other party would be specially displayed, so that they would not be mixed with those strangers' private messages.

It was already past one o'clock in the morning, but Zhang Chu was still sleepy.

And that article also made it difficult for many readers to fall asleep, thinking it was a bedtime reading, but in the end it was mixed!

Many people have praised this article, it is really difficult to write science fiction so incisively!

Chinese science fiction has always been a niche in the niche, compared to those fantasy, love, martial arts, and fairy tales, science fiction is really a sparse reader.

If every sci-fi can have such excellent quality, then why are you worried about the decline of sci-fi?

Xu Geng withdrew from the console game "Deus Ex - Human Division", and he just played for more than four hours in one go, and he was a little dizzy.

Maybe he's different from ordinary people, he prefers single-player games rather than online games or mobile games.

In fact, the game equipment is not expensive, what is expensive is the game itself, and buying a game really makes people want to cry!

He put away the things on the controller, and then turned on his phone to see what the friends in the console game group were talking about.

Some games can be played online, and sometimes it is more comfortable for a few people who know each other to play.

It is rare that these people in the group did not discuss the game, but discussed one article, which made Xu Geng quite puzzled.

"Wow, did you read that artificial intelligence? I'm awake from my sleep. ”

"After looking at it, the little robot is really pitiful, and on the last day he would rather sleep with him than wake up and face all this. ”

"He's not alone, at least the teddy bear is always around. ”

"There is still this kind of science fiction in these years, it should be regarded as a lone seedling!"

"If he writes very high, he should always write science fiction. ”

Xu Geng flipped through the news records and asked suspiciously: "Which book are you talking about? Why don't I have any impression at all." ”

"The article "Artificial Intelligence" posted by Zhang Chu on Weibo is very well written, and it should be the best science fiction in the past two years!"

"Yes, highly recommended, go check it out. ”

"Lao Xu, this one will never let you down. ”

Xu Geng searched for the name of this article suspiciously, he was probably an outlier, he had only heard of Zhang Chu's works, but he had hardly read them completely.

How can there be a game that is comfortable, Xu Geng has always felt that playing games is the right way.

Now his companions say it's a short story, and he is driven by curiosity to go down and take a look, if it's a long story, it's not interesting at all!

I don't remember when the last time it was, but now I'm fascinated by it, and I follow the adventure with the little robot David.

……

The rare sunlight shone through the gap in the curtain on Matcha's body, and it lay on Zhang Chu's quilt lazily basking in the sun, its eyes slightly closed, and its mouth opened and yawned.

At this time, it was already more than nine o'clock in the morning, but Zhang Chu turned over and fell asleep directly.

However, the mobile phone connected to the data cable on the bedside table rang, disturbing the dream.

Zhang Chu fumbled with his eyes closed, ripped off the data cable, and then took the mobile phone to the quilt, and said angrily: "Hey?"

Zhou Kang, who had already started to work, looked at the time and subconsciously asked, "I was afraid of disturbing your sleep, so I called you until almost ten o'clock, and it seems that I haven't gotten up yet?"

"Uncle Zhou, after writing until the early hours of the morning last night, there is no exam today. Is there something wrong?"

After only sleeping six or seven hours a day, the body needs more sleep.

Zhou Kang had already finished reading "Artificial Intelligence" a long time ago, and he praised and said: "This is very well written, but I think if the story is expanded and detailed, maybe it can be written into a long story." It's a shame!"

"It's not a pity at all, the content of these 30,000 words is almost just right. Uncle Zhou, should you just call and say this?"

Zhang Chu, who wanted to sleep, was already ready to hang up the phone, what is this called.

"Kind of related. You write science fiction short stories so well, have you ever considered that the next book will be set on science fiction? This type of book is quite popular abroad. ”

"It's enough to write short stories, but forget about long ones! This subject is not popular in China, and fewer and fewer people in the world are watching it!"

Zhang Chu doesn't have enough goods in his stomach, so it's terrible for him to write hard science fiction, there are too many things and knowledge that need to be supplemented.

At least you don't have to be looked at with a magnifying glass when writing fantasy, and it's easy to find out those mistakes when writing science fiction, and too many mistakes will affect reading.

Zhou Kang also had a little regret, he felt that now that domestic science fiction is so sluggish, Zhang Chu can become the leader of this category.

But since Zhang Chu himself is unwilling, he will not force anything.

"There are several sci-fi authors who give Artificial Intelligence a very high rating, and they say that it is a master-level work. ”

"This evaluation is quite high, the master is not counted, don't kill me!"

Zhang Chu's whole body had already come out of the quilt, his head was resting on the head of the bed, and he had never thought about going to the sci-fi gangster.

Writing "Artificial Intelligence" is just to pass the time, although this purpose has not been achieved, but seeing that many readers like this book, he feels that the time he spent is worth it!

In addition to bringing a sense of coolness, if you can reflect on something a little, then this one has enough value and significance.

In addition to writing works that make money, Zhang Chu is also willing to write this type of book.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you something. There was a book reviewer who volunteered to translate this, so I authorized it to him, as if it was called Shen Yunhua or something. You help me talk to Blair, so that there is a misunderstanding at Random House. ”

"The sci-fi world called just three seconds ago and said they wanted to feature this article in their next issue, do you think it's feasible?"

Zhang Chu said indifferently: "I put it on the Internet for everyone to see, and if they want to publish it, they will publish it." Just donate the manuscript fee quietly for me. ”

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