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Thinking of this, Jiang Daoli made up his mind, closed Weibo, and opened the penguin.

Platinum Writers Group.

Night Pick-up: "Have you heard?" The starting point will be funded next month. ”

Red Dust Walk: "And then?" ”

"I've heard that there will be a big change within the starting point, and some editors will leave. ”

Red Dust Walk: "And then?" ”

"In other words, we may also be affected, although I inquired about capital injection, but it feels like an acquisition." ”

Red Dust Walk: "Acquisition? ”

"What he means is that after the starting point is acquired, the new owner will re-sign with us, and we may face a new platinum contract. ”

“……”

Jiang Daoli looked at the discussion between the platinum writers in the group, and his heart sank.

He had guessed a few months earlier that something was going to happen at the starting point, and now his suspicion had been confirmed.

At that time, no one understood the value of IP (copyright), but with the end of the filming of "The Return of the Great Sage", it was different.

Businessmen have realized that online literature can rely on IP to create greater value.

The new contract, I'm afraid, will require the signing of the writer's full copyright anyway.

And once this happens, I am afraid that there will be some problems with the platinum contract that Jiang Daoli signed with the starting point before that the copyright belongs to the author.

I'm afraid that the original team at the starting point will be broken up, and what will happen at that time may not be said.

In short, Jiang Daoli vaguely knew in his heart that at that time, he was probably busy.

Because, he decided not to stay at the starting point anymore.

He's going to open his own online website!

But not now.

……

Sunday afternoon, Jingjing University.

Zhang Dali and his classmates are decorating the auditorium, because there will be VIPs here in the evening.

"Hello, classmate, I'm a reporter from Sohu News, can you please talk about your views on "Dream of Red Mansions"." The man with the press card on his chest was holding the microphone to Zhang Dali.

"Opinion? Nothing. Zhang Dali folded the ribbon in his hand and tied it to the flower basket.

The reporter was confused: "Huh? ”

"It's not that I don't have an opinion, it's that I don't dare to have an opinion." Zhang Dali turned his head and smiled at the reporter, then picked up the flower basket and said, "Experts and professors can't figure it out, where do I get my opinion as a student." ”

After Jiang Daoli received Zhang Ruoxu's call, he waited at home.

The other party will come to pick him up and go to Jingcheng University together.

At about four o'clock, Jiang Daoli received a call from Zhang Ruoxu.

After walking out of the community, a black Audi car was flashing double.

Jiang Daoli got into the car and sat in the back seat, and next to him was Mr. Zhang Ruoxu.

"Elder Zhang." Jiang Daoli said.

"Old Zhou, let's drive." After Zhang Ruoxu finished speaking to the driver, he asked Jiang Daoli with a smile: "At the beginning, after reading the first few drafts you gave me, I thought that your "Dream of Red Mansions" would be unusual, but now it seems that this is indeed the case. ”

"I'll tell you the truth, I've read Dream of Red Mansions many times, but I always have a question in my mind."

"I'm not thinking about Jia Baoyu, nor about Jiafu, or a few other things."

"What I'm thinking about is nothing about the plot of a novel, or anything about literary descriptiveness, or anything else."

"I'm wondering how you came up with this book."

Beads of sweat oozed faintly from Jiang Daoli's forehead.

At the beginning, he just wanted to copy out "Dream of Red Mansions" to make himself famous and make everyone look at him, but he forgot a very important point.

"Dream of Red Mansions" is not something that can be written by one's own life experience, and such a story cannot be told by oneself.

In other words, "Dream of Red Mansions" does not match everything about himself.

However, Jiang Daoli has one advantage, that is, he knows the Chinese culture before the world reset, and knows everything before the world reset, but the people in this world don't know it now.

Although this world is modified, the two worlds are independent, that is to say, Jiang Daoli has the opportunity for everything.

Jiang Daoli's panic was only momentary, and his expression returned to naturalness.

Putting aside everything he knew before the world reset, his [amazing acting] skill alone was enough for him to have a natural performance.

"Elder Zhang, haha, I've been thinking about what kind of story will happen if a family declines."

Jiang Daoli talked eloquently: "The history of our country, whether it is the Tang and Song dynasties, the Yuan and Ming dynasties, the Qing Dynasty, or even the modern Republic of China, has finally gone into decline. ”

"If there is an inevitable decline behind prosperity, then the story I want to write is an elegy for this family, this family that is declining."

"I loved reading when I was a kid, and I loved reading very much, and I already had a manuscript for this book when I was just in college."

"But with my ability at that time, I couldn't show everything I wanted to say, so it took me seven or eight years."

"That's why we have today's "Dream of Red Mansions"."

Zhang Ruoxu's expression was calm, but his eyes were blazing looking at Jiang Daoli.

He didn't know what kind of experience this young man had, and from his professional point of view, this "Dream of Red Mansions" was probably a writer in the world, and no one could do it, let alone one else could do it.

All the images in this book can only be described in art.

In addition to art, there are too many contents in "Dream of Red Mansions", even Zhang Ruoxu himself, who has never understood it, at least not yet.

Is it a coincidence? So he was able to write a novel on such a grand scale? No, probably not.

Zhang Ruoxu stared at Jiang Daoli, making Jiang Daoli uncomfortable for a while.

After a while, when Jiang Daoli was numb all over his body when Zhang Ruoxu saw it, Zhang Ruoxu's voice sounded in the car: "What you said is very reasonable, but Xiao Jiang, I still want to tell you something." ”

"Your book is a masterpiece, the top literary masterpiece of the 21st century!"

Lao Zhou, who was driving, was a little sweaty when he held the steering wheel.

He has been Zhang Ruoxu's driver for 30 years, from the establishment of the Writers' Association with Zhang Ruoxu's efforts to the Writers' Association's top-level height and breadth in China, Lao Zhou has accompanied Zhang Ruoxu all the way.

Zhang Ruoxu's personality, Lao Zhou knows it very well in his heart.

It was hard for him to imagine that Zhang Ruoxu would speak such a language in his mouth just now.

Zhang Ruoxu, a leading figure in the Chinese literary circle, who is already 70 years old, just said a few words to a young man in his twenties, and it seemed to be a ...... in Lao Zhou's ears

"Hey, little brother, this book you wrote is awesome! Why don't we go and win a Nobel Prize in Literature? (To be continued.) )