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Ma Youwei was successfully moved by Chen Beixi's words, on the one hand, he began to go through the resignation procedures non-stop, and on the other hand, he began to follow Chen Beixi's instructions, and began to prepare the first real online literature website in Xia Guo - Chinese Online.

The time is now December 1997, and the development of the Internet has gradually shown vigorous vitality and infinite future, but the development of online literature is basically still in the primitive stage, that is, a few enthusiasts communicate on which BBS, or publish their own works.

Therefore, the emergence of Chinese online is absolutely epoch-making and absolutely milestone, so Ma Youwei will be so excited that he can't sleep.

Chen Beiming's ambition is not just to create an online literary website, he wants to make the world's largest literary website, both traditional and online, and then use this as a foundation to develop copyright trading and big IP.

At this moment, Hua'an Film has been established, and the corresponding film and television production has formed a scale, so the biggest problem at the moment is that there is no corresponding scale of literary works for adaptation.

There is no doubt that if this can be done, then Chen Beiming's influence will inevitably reach a new level.

The matter of the website has been revealed, and next, Chen Beiming should go to find a writer's association.

If the Writers' Association can come forward to call on everyone to hand over their literary works to Chinese Online, then the influence of Chinese Online will inevitably cause a sensation as soon as it is born.

So Chen Beiming went directly to Yang Xiaosheng, chairman of the Writers Association.

However, Yang Xiaosheng was very angry when he saw him, snorted, turned his head, and ignored him.

In fact, Chen Beiming knew that this guy was pretending.

"Lao Yang, don't be angry, I was wrong, I was wrong, I apologize to you!" Chen Beiming hurriedly smiled.

It's no wonder that Yang Xiaosheng is angry, it is really Chen Beiming who released Yang Xiaosheng's pigeons several times.

Yang Xiaosheng came to the door several times before, imploring Chen Beiming to create a literary work as soon as possible.

Yang Xiaosheng has been on the throne of the chairman of the Writers' Association for a long time, but during the period of his management of the Writers' Association, the output of Xia Guo's writers has dropped sharply.

So he found Chen Beiming and promised that if Chen Beiming wrote a classic work, he would recommend Chen Beiming as the vice chairman of the association.

Chen Beiming really couldn't push it off - no way, he was now considered omnipotent by many people - so he could only agree, but it was delayed again and again in time.

He can't help it, although he has a lot of works in his memory, but he only remembers a rough idea, and he can barely tell a storyline, of course, he can barely create it, but in this way, the quality can not be guaranteed, and he is estimated to be unable to reach the level of others at this moment - Yang Xiaosheng wants to be able to win the Nobel Prize in Literature and other classic works, not popular, but pure and serious literature, so Chen Beiming does not have much confidence.

Therefore, Yang Xiaosheng was really angry at the moment.

Chen Beiming looked at it and said helplessly: "Lao Yang, I'm here to deliver the manuscript today, since you don't want it, then forget it, I'll leave." ”

With that, he turned and headed outside.

As soon as Yang Xiaosheng heard that he was coming with the manuscript, he hurriedly turned around, rushed to Chen Beiming in three steps and two steps, blocking the way, and there was already a smile on his face.

"Xiaoshan, really? You really came here with the manuscript. ”

Chen Beiming smiled and took out a manuscript and handed it to Yang Xiaosheng.

Yang Xiaosheng hurriedly took it and couldn't wait to read it.

Chen Beiming gave him the manuscript of "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. But after forty days they had not caught a single fish, and the child's parents told him that the old man must have been so unlucky that he could not follow him any more, or he would be unlucky, so the boy obeyed them, got into another boat, and after changing places, he 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......"

Chen Beiming's manuscript is not long, about 10,000 words, so he read it quickly.

"What about the back, what about the back?" Yang Xiaosheng asked excitedly while shaking the manuscript paper in his hand.

"The rest hasn't been written yet.,First write a beginning for you to see.,If you think it's okay.,Then I'll continue to write.,If you don't think it's good.,Then I won't write it for the time being!" Chen Beiming said.

"Can't stop! Can't stop! Hill, you can't stop! Yang Xiaosheng shouted excitedly.

This, although he didn't read much, but he had already faintly felt a majestic aura coming to him, not surprisingly, this is definitely a classic, the kind of classic that can win the Nobel Prize in Literature, how can such a good work not be written?

So he was very excited.

Chen Beiming nodded: "Okay, then I'll continue to write." ”

"Yes, yes, keep writing, and you have to hurry up and write, oh, by the way, what kind of story is this work, can you tell me about it first?"

"Okay." Chen Beiming nodded, and then briefly introduced the story of "The Old Man and the Sea":

"The story is about an old fisherman who had not caught a single fish for eighty-four days, and was almost starving to death; But he still refused to admit defeat, but was full of fighting spirit, and finally, on the eighty-fifth day, he caught a big marlin.

The big fish dragged the boat to the sea, but the old man still held on, even if there was no water, no food, no weapons, no assistants, and his left hand cramped, he was not discouraged at all.

After two days and two nights, he finally killed the big fish and tied it to the side of the boat. But many sharks came at once to rob him of his booty; He had to kill them one by one, until in the end only a broken tiller was left as a weapon. But the big marlin was still eaten up, and eventually, the old man dragged back a pair of fish bones in exhaustion.

He returned home, lay in bed, and had to go back to the good old days from his dreams, in order to forget the cruel reality. Although the old fisherman is old, he is unlucky and fails; But he kept trying. ”

PS: Originally, I wanted to write "One Hundred Years of Solitude", but after thinking about it, I still think that "The Old Man and the Sea" is more suitable.