Three months later.

Do androids dream of electric sheep? In the past three months, it has sold 500,000 copies in Asia and 700,000 copies in Europe and the United States, for a total of 1.2 million copies. Without a doubt, this is a staggering statistic.

And Yu Mingchuan's fans on the bib and cultural and creative platforms have exceeded 70w, sprinting towards one million. On station B, his tuba has more than 200,000 fans, and [Xiaosheng is just a drug seller] has stabilized at more than 500,000 fans.

On top of that, the book was nominated for both the Nebula and Hugo Awards.

This is very incredible, because in Yu Mingchuan's previous life, the Nebula Award selected each year was actually the previous year's work.

It is nominated and judged by SFWA members, and if a work is nominated more than 10 times by the end of the previous year, it is shortlisted, after which the final winner is determined through two rounds of voting by the association's members.

But from Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? Judging from the nominations, the selection regulations in this world should be slightly different.

The Nebula Award is based on the proceeds from the publication of the year's winning work, and the trophy is a spiral nebula made of transparent synthetic resin – hence the name.

As for the nomination for the Hugo Award, it is expected.

The Hugo Award and the Nebula Award are the highest international awards in the field of science fiction literature, and are known as the "Nobel Prizes in science fiction literature".

However, it is useless to think too much, and the final announcement of these two awards will be in March or April next year at the earliest. However, the two nominations for one book did increase his exposure.

Yu Mingchuan can now also be said to be a very famous writer.

However, he did not choose to move, and after getting along for so long, he had a very harmonious relationship with the neighbors on this floor.

The third floor where he lives now is a family of four, both of whom are born in the 90s, and have a pair of twin sisters.

The big one is called Mimi, and his full name is Zhang Mimi. The little one is called Huanhuan, and his full name is Yang Xiaohuan.

That's right, my sister takes her father's surname, and my sister takes her mother's surname. The sisters have just entered the first grade this year, and they are carved in pink and jade, like two flour dumplings.

Although the two sisters are very lively, the elder sister is tied with a double ponytail, and the younger sister is tied with a ball head, which is easy to distinguish.

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Two New Year's paintings-like dumplings ran towards him, "Hey! Yu Mingchuan, why are you riding this antique tricycle again? "Are you going to put away the rags like in the TV series?" Two people sang and harmonized.

The child's eyes are shining, and there is no malice in his words.

It's just a little underbeaten, Yu Mingchuan smiled and knocked on their heads.

"Woo~ Pain, I'm going to tell my mom that you're bullying a child!" Saying that, my sister looked for it, so she pulled Huanhuan and ran away step by step.

He rode a tricycle to sell wind oil essence at the foot of Yuntai Mountain, and it was not a good thing to write at home. The combination of work and rest can also add to the fun of life.

This inconspicuous tricycle was privately customized by him for 8,000 yuan, he didn't think that selling wind oil essence would make money, after all, it was autumn, and it was useless to buy this, but he never thought of it.

Middle-aged and elderly people will buy it for affection, while young girls will have endless means to talk to him.

Later, he put on a small yellow duck hat with a large brim, but even if he covered half of his face, his outstanding temperament still attracted a group of young girls, including many regular customers who changed their costumes.

A business miracle! He managed to sell out an entire tricycle of wind oil.

Investing Genius! He still remembered the old man's incredulous gaze when he bought out the stock of wind oil essence in the commissary.

It's just that he is no longer a wind oil essence, and this tricycle will become a real antique today.

Moreover, because he would have to mix a lot of perfume smells on his body every day when he came back, Li Shishui had to let him wash up before eating.

The green apple-flavored soap at home has also lost a lot of weight in the past few months.

After parking the tricycle in the garage, Yu Mingchuan cautiously sniffed the smell on his body, the smell of wind oil essence> the smell of perfume, safety.

He stumbled upstairs a little.

Normal people who take the electric floating ladder~

As soon as Yu Mingchuan arrived home, he shouted, "Ah Shui~I~all~part~sold~finished~."

The tone is rippling, Mingchuan Benchuan.

Li Shishui, who was looking at the manuscript of Yu Mingchuan's new book, came to a conclusion.

"You won't sell it in the future." Although it is a question sentence, an affirmative sentence is generated in Li Shishui's mouth.

"Well, after all, there is no stock, and the old man who sells wind oil essence ran away overnight for fear that I would regret it after I gave the money, and a business miracle was strangled in the cradle." Yu Mingchuan couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

"Sometimes I have to admit that there are really geniuses in this world, and your new book school is actually a rare existential literature in China, which is as philosophical as ever. Personally, I think this book is of a good enough standard to win the Nobel Prize. ”

Li Shishui continued to comment: "I have thought of the slogan: the work of the gods of the aliens [shocked!] This is the story of a man who was sentenced to death for not crying at his mother's funeral! 〕”

Yu Mingchuan glanced at her in surprise, "Yo~ girl, your reading speed is quite fast." "After all, he only passed the manuscript of the book to her this afternoon.

Of course, the book is less than 100,000 words. But it is very time-consuming to read such a book intensively, and it can be seen from Li Shishui's comments that she has definitely chewed the book carefully several times.

He was munching on the donkey meat made of small balls and was about to say something when the doorbell interrupted.

It is Mi Mi and Huanhuan's father, Zhang Jifeng, who seems to have opened a barbecue restaurant by himself, and the business is quite hot.

His expression was a little apologetic: "Mi Mi and Huanhuan, two little troublemakers, did they cause you inconvenience this afternoon?" I also know that I can't get used to children, no, tonight I punished them for copying 100 times wrong, and I'm still writing it. ”

As he spoke, he put down two bottles of red wine on the table that looked expensive.

Yu Mingchuan didn't speak, he knew that it was because the other party knew his identity, after all, the neighbors would know it as soon as they inquired about it.

He slowly finished the donkey meat, and Zhang Jifeng's expression became a little nervous and panicked as he swallowed.

Yu Mingchuan spoke slowly: "I just made a joke with Huanhuan and Mi Mi this afternoon, I didn't think about it so much, as for the punishment of copying, it doesn't need to be so much, fifty times is enough." ”

Hearing his words, Zhang Jifeng said with relief: "Okay, you and your girlfriend can continue to eat, I won't bother." ”

Hearing this, Li Shishui's face first turned red, and then quietly glanced at Yu Mingchuan.

Yu Mingchuan felt Li Shishui's gaze, and explained to her calmly: "He should know my identity and want to run one more network, but there is no malice." ”