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After drinking the orange juice brought by the boss, her whole state became much more relaxed.

"Okay, Zheng Long, then I'll officially start interviewing you now..."

"Really... So what was that..."

"Uh..."Yue Yingru was suddenly asked, so she had to say:

"That's just now, let's take it as a warm-up... Hehe, what I want to ask you most is, why did you write this novel, or did you have any specific thoughts and first impulses when you wrote this novel? ”

Zheng Long took a sip of espresso and said:

"Actually, I don't have any special feelings, I just feel that I have a great desire to create, and I feel that the books sold in the world are not as good as those I wrote, so I wrote them..."

…

Yue Yingru almost squirted out the orange juice in her mouth...

What a bold tone...

However, the crooked media has always been a master who does not think much of a matter, and encountering this kind of interviewee who likes to brag itself has stimulated Yue Yingru's news sensitivity even more.

"Well... Your answer is really... Ingenuity... Then the second question, I would like to ask you, do you have any plans for personal development in the future? Will you follow the path of literature in the future? After all, many people feel that this road is very suitable for you, and there is also a lot of space, it seems to be a wide road..."

Zheng Long replied disapprehantly:

"You all think that literature is a wide road, it seems that anyone can walk, and it is a profession that seems to be high-end, but in fact, let me say, I think literature is a craft work."

"Oh?"

Yue Yingru was very interested, and the pen kept quickly recording Zheng Long's words on the paper. Although I also carry a voice recorder, I am always not as reliable as my own pen.

"Well, what I mean is that the threshold for literature will be lower and lower, and anyone will have the conditions and the right to create. Literature will no longer be the preserve of princes, nobles and intellectuals, as it was in ancient times, and in the future almost anyone who can write will be called a creator, and the way literature is read will change dramatically..."

"You mean?"

"I can't predict this right now... All I can say is that in the future, there will probably be an upsurge of national creation, where everyone will write novels to see who can write well. At that time, the requirements for writing will become very low, and the requirements for content, plot, character portrayal, etc., will be unprecedentedly high, which is an irreversible trend, at least I personally think so. ”

Yue Yingru recorded all of this almost without breathing, but there were still many puzzles in her mind, such as what this "national writing" meant, Zheng Long didn't say clearly, and it seems that he won't say it clearly, and even in his head, maybe he only has a general vague concept, no clear cognition, but this is already an epoch-making idea after all!

In Zheng Long's head, there are actually many clear concepts, and this concept of national writing is actually the revolutionary change that online literature is about to bring. However, Zheng Long, who was in 2001, of course couldn't say all these words in a grand manner, after all, at that time, you had to tell people that online literature would be popular in more than ten years, and many people would rely on this to support their families, and even many gods would rely on this annual salary of 10 million, and people at that time would definitely put you in a mental hospital...

It is often dangerous to be a prophet who was too ahead of his time.

Therefore, Zheng Long only chose to point to the end.

Yue Yingru sorted out what Zheng Long said earlier, and raised her third question:

"Okay Zheng Long, your answers to the two questions I asked earlier are very interesting, and I think I really came to interview you this time. Next I want to ask a question, maybe it's more pointed, I don't know if you can accept it? ”

Zheng Long immediately asked:

"Do you want to ask about what happened to the overseas market?"

"Well, you're smart, I think you're a good fit to come to journalism, if you're not going to do it in literature..."

"Hey, hey... Let me say, those things are normal, which circle is not like this? The newcomer is bullied, and the old man unites to surround the newcomer for the sake of vested interests, which is everywhere, right? As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, that's what it means. ”

Yue Yingru nodded and said:

"You seem to be very open to these, including Liu Cheng and Liu Guangguang's suppression of you, as well as Zhang Xue's dispute with you, these seem to be commonplace in your mainland Chinese literary circles, right?"

Zheng Long didn't care about her, so he said:

"Hehe, you can say that your crooked literary world is like the White Lotus... I don't know whose TV shows are tearing up live every day..."

said that Yue Yingru's face was pale, but there was nothing to refute...

"To be honest, I think these are all right, and if you want to mix in this circle, you still have to face these things. But I think the most important thing is to have a good work..."

"So, do you think the aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys?"

Zheng Long immediately corrected this statement:

"You're wrong, I don't think so. It is true that the wine should be fragrant, but propaganda is still very necessary. The same two works of similar quality are likely to be very different in terms of market performance, which is the difference in marketing ability. In fact, books are also a product, just a special cultural product, but in essence, it is still a commodity, and consumers need to pay for it to make money. ”

"So you think you write books to make money?"

Yue Yingru keenly grasped the point of Zheng Long's words.

But in fact, her words are also in her words. The implication is that when you Zheng Long write books, is it just to make money, and not to pursue those literary meanings and spiritual values?

After all, in the era of 2001, it seemed to be a very low thing to publicly say that he was just trying to make money.

Zheng Long didn't react immediately like just now, but pondered for a while before saying:

"Well, I'm here to make money, but I'm not just here to make money. There is a saying that a gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way. I believe in this creed. I write a work to weave a dream for the reader, and in the middle of this dream, I can get my due remuneration as a dreamer, and that is enough. But the premise is that I have to weave this dream a little better and hone my craft a little more exquisitely, so that readers will be immersed in this dream for a longer time and have a better experience. ”

"That's a funny analogy..."

Zheng Long continued:

"I don't think it's shameful for a writer or writer to make money, who doesn't need to support their family? Of course, there are some rich second generations, except. There is no shame in me for earning money through my labors..."

"Okay, then let's go back to the topic just now, about the dispute between you and Zhang Xue, I heard that you made a bet with him at that time?"

Zheng Long nodded and said:

"Yes."

"But after that, you don't seem to have published your works in the Huaxia Continent, is it because Zhang Xue completely blocked you?"

"I don't want to say much about this matter, I can only say that all your speculations are likely to be true!"

Yue Yingru laughed out loud with a snort...

"Haha, you're so interesting... Now, your book has been a huge success on our Bend Island, with sales likely to exceed 200,000 copies. But Zhang Xue's new book is about to be released this month, and it is the culmination of his works over the years, which has whetted the appetite of readers, do you think his sales will not exceed the number of 200,000? ”

"I can't break through."

"Why?"

Yue Yingru looked at Zheng Long in confusion.

"Not only can't he break through 200,000, but he can't even sell 50,000 copies!"

"Ahh

Yue Ying stood up suddenly.