My old bacon is back!

Chapter 150 No One Survives!

With so many characters and so many plots in the universe of the Conferred Gods List, it is impossible for Qi Yuan to completely handle it all at once.

What he has to do is to draw up the outline of the entire Fengshenbang story, and then organize a screenwriter team to structure, create, and perfect those stories for the entire Fengshenbang universe.

Let each of the characters who have an independent movie appear lifelike, so that when the "Feng Shen Bang" tetralogy is released, there will be audiences willing to pay for it!
Qi Yuan will use his own professional painters to draw all the character designs.

Including Yang Jian with three eyes and a dog, including Nezha with three heads and six arms, all were drawn by Qi Yuan referring to the images of these mythological figures in his previous life.

Looking at the stack of original paintings that Qi Yuan took out, Zou Yimin exclaimed: "Boss, you are really a slick painter!"

Now Zou Yimin has directly changed his name to Boss Qi Yuan.

If it is said that a few hours ago, when he chose to meet Qi Yuan, he was still a little apprehensive, wondering if Qi Yuan would help him, even if Qi Yuan helped Quan You, it should be to save "Zhou Yuan" Heaven" is an anime that is about to be aborted.

But now, after watching Qi Yuan's PPT, seeing Qi Yuan's plans for Quanyou for the next ten years, and listening to Qi Yuan's talk about the universe of the Gods List for more than an hour, Zou Yimin only feels excited!

After creating such a series of movies, there is no doubt that he, Zou Yimin, will definitely leave his name in the film industry of the entire Hua Kingdom.

Qi Yuan saw the light in Zou Yimin's eyes, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile:

"Next, the most important task is to recruit screenwriters. The reason why your "Love of Sea Fish" hit the market is that the plot is too bad! Our screenwriting team doesn't have to be many people, but it must be good, and we must have our own. Thoughts, this is beneficial and harmless for us to build the universe of the Conferred Gods. Lao Zhou, you two should be together. This matter must be handled seriously. The plot, then I will check it out!"

Zou Yimin nodded.

The idea of ​​Qi Yuan's Conferred God Universe is too grand, with so many characters and so many story lines, basically every protagonist has to make one or even several independent movies, and between each movie, There are also clues to be connected in series.

This is a test of the skill of the screenwriter, and it is beyond the reach of one person.

You have to have a team of screenwriters.

"By the way, boss!" Zou Yimin suddenly remembered something and said, "You, King Zhou of Shang and King Wu of Zhou in the list of gods, are not based on Tang Yuan's "Five Thousand Years of Xia and Shang Dynasties". Zhou, right?"

Zou Yimin is a book lover, he has read many books on the market, all kinds of books, all comers are welcome.

Of course he has read "5000 Years of China".

Just now, he felt that the framework of the plot was somewhat similar, and then he suddenly remembered.

Qi Yuan nodded and said, "Indeed. But don't worry about the copyright issue."

Zou Yimin thought so too, judging from the relationship between Qi Yuan and Tang Yuan that he saw online, Qi Yuan should be able to handle things like copyright.

It took more than 3 million yuan to acquire Quanyou. This is the first time Qi Yuan has sold so much money.

In the afternoon, he drove the car he just bought and went to the countryside to bring Qi's father and mother back to Xidu after the Spring Festival.

"Xiao Yuan, share some of the sausage you brought back with everyone."

Next to the Happy Hotel, there are many shops, all of which are old neighbors. Father Qi and Mother Qi have opened shops here for many years, and everyone takes care of each other.

Qi Yuan grinned and took out a large pile of sausages and bacon from the car, and delivered them to several neighbors who had shops.

Being dragged by everyone for another wave of shadows, it took a while for Qi Yuan to escape and come back.

Gong Liang's bun shop is well decorated now, but he is not here.

The store manager is a little sister who looks really innocent.

The little sister was slim and tall, standing at the door of Gong Ji's steamed stuffed bun shop, she couldn't help but blushed when she saw Qi Yuan, and looked at Qi Yuan faltering.

"Want to take a group photo?" Qi Yuan asked, and at the same time handed the last piece of bacon to the girl.

The girl blushed and nodded, quickly took out her mobile phone, and signaled to the store, immediately three employees also ran out, all blushing, and took a photo with Qi Yuan together.

Pretty cute.

In the afternoon, Qi Yuan received a call from Qian Fuqiang, saying that a publishing house in England that had cooperated with Star City Publishing House for many years wanted to publish Qi Yuan's "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy"!
This is a good thing!
"The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" was originally the work of the British writer Douglas Adams in his previous life.

In fact, there are a lot of British humor in the original work of this book. If such an original work appeared in England in this world, it must be extremely successful.

Therefore, Qi Yuan nodded in agreement.

Not only agreed, but also redeemed the original English text of "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" and sent it to Qian Fuqiang.

Qian Fuqiang was sitting in the office, drinking tea with a middle-aged mixed-race man with a smile on his face.

"Don't worry, if you can publish your work abroad, I believe Tang Yuan will not miss this opportunity."

The middle-aged man of mixed race said: "We attach great importance to Tang Yuan's "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" this time. We think this book is very suitable for translation into English. For this reason, we contacted the translator Fu Bo. His strength is yours. You should know, right? He's still stuck on the road, and he'll be here soon."

Fu Bo is a very well-known English translator in Huaguo. He has translated many masterpieces in Huaguo, which are highly praised abroad.

It is said that his translation is not only accurate, but also trustworthy and elegant. It can accurately and perfectly convey the charm of the original work, which is very good!

Hearing the middle-aged man say this, Qian Fuqiang's expression changed immediately, because just now, Qi Yuan told him that he wrote the English version of "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy".

Just as he was about to explain, the door was pushed open, and a man in a gray gown with black-rimmed glasses walked in.

"This is Mr. Fu Bo, and this is Editor Qian."

"Hi, I'm Qian Fuqiang, and I've admired your name for a long time." Qian Fuqiang shook hands with Fu Bo, and the three of them sat down.

Fu Bo carefully took out a thick notebook from his handbag, handed it to Qian Fuqiang, pushed his frame, and said, "This is the first [-] copies of "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" translated this month. Character."

For so many years, Fu Bo still insisted on the habit of handwriting, so he used a notebook.

Qian Fuqiang didn't expect that Fu Bo had already done this.

He was silent for a moment, then said: "Actually, Tang Yuan said that he wants to write the English version of this book by himself."

"??"

Fu Bo and the two of them looked dumbfounded.

Fu Bo immediately put away his notebook, and said coldly, "Editor Miao, do you know about this?"

Editor-in-Chief Miao of Foreign Languages ​​Publishing House was also dumbfounded at this time.

For "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy", they value it very much.

That's why I contacted Fu Bo in advance, hoping that Fu Bo could translate some of the content first, and give it to Tang Yuan, the original author, to see their sincerity.

But Tang Yuan wanted to write the English version by himself, what a fuss!

At this time, Qian Fuqiang saw an email from Qi Yuan in his mailbox.

He hurriedly said: "Two two, let's sit down first. Tang Yuan has already sent his English version, let's take a look together. If his is not as good as Mr. Fu's, then I will come forward and persuade him to go. .”

Three pairs of eyes fell on the document in front of Qian Fuqiang.

Qian Fuqiang's English is not good, so he felt lonely after watching it.

But editor Miao and Fu Bo, the more they looked at the complexion, the more dignified it was, and sometimes they laughed, as if they saw something interesting in the plot.

"Is... Tang Yuan's translation okay?" Qian Fu asked weakly.

Fu Bo laughed loudly, then took out his notebook from his bag, and tore it up with a quick swipe: "No one understands "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" better than Tang Yuan, even if it is translated into English, it won't work. !"

The next day, Qi Yuan directly signed the publishing contract of "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" with this publishing house, without going through Star City Publishing House.

After all, this is the English version written by Qi Yuan himself, and there is no need for a middleman to make the difference.

The English version of "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" was published, and Qi Yuan sent a new book to Qian Fuqiang.

Still suspenseful.

"My brother, do you still dare to publish suspense books? Ever since you wrote Sherlock Holmes, your readers have clamored to send you razor blades every day!" Qian Fuqiang called Qi Yuan with hatred road.

According to his understanding, Sherlock Holmes is a famous brand, a super big IP, the kind that can be eaten for a lifetime.

No matter how bad it is to publish a book of Sherlock Holmes every year, simply write two cases, and you can rely on the royalties for retirement.

But Qi Yuan was unwilling to do this, and directly chose to write Holmes to death. .

This, perhaps, is an author's inexplicable literary pursuit!

However, this move by Qi Yuan deeply offended the readers who liked him, especially those who liked his mystery novels!

really!

When Star City Publishing House announced on its official Weibo account that Qi Yuan's new work "No Survival", which is also of the suspense genre, will be available in major bookstores across the country, the readers were immediately blown away!

"Damn it! The old thief Tang Yuan dares to publish a book? I'll put my words here today. Even if I die, even if I never read suspense novels from now on, I won't read a word of Tang Yuan's book again! "The person who posted Weibo was none other than "Silent Sheep", a super senior fan of mystery novels.

"Yes! I won't read a single word of Tang Yuan's book! Sherlock Holmes is dead! A murderer!"

"What is Tang Yuan doing? Quickly revive Sherlock Holmes?"

"I want to watch Sherlock Holmes! Who wants to watch "And And There Were None!"?"

"Look at the "None Survival"! You can tell from the name that someone is going to die. We all watched Holmes die, but we are powerless. Brothers and sisters, you have to enter another pit of Tang Yuan inside?"

Tang Yuan was about to publish a new book, and it immediately spread among the readers.

The pseudonym Tang Yuan is now very famous among the readers!

Not only ordinary readers, but even sci-fi writer Shi Shi posted on Weibo: "@汤元, if you don't revive Sherlock Holmes, don't read the new book!"

The fifth person of the reasoning writer also posted on Weibo: "@汤元, to kill such a popular protagonist as Sherlock Holmes, you have done something I dare not do, but you have to bear the anger of readers, new book is waiting Let's go to the street. (covering mouth and laughing)"

The fifth person has suffered losses from Qi Yuan many times, and this time he has the opportunity to gloat, and he will definitely not let it go.

Qi Yuan simply posted a Weibo to promote the new book, and did not respond to the voices on the Internet.

He always believes in one thing, the silent ones are always the majority.

In the evening, Qi Yuan prepared meals early.

Gu Hongli came back carrying the box.

She ran the first circular of the year.

Qi Yuan quickly took the box and said, "I've put away the bath water, let's take a bath first to get tired."

Gu Hongli's body softened and fell into Qi Yuan's arms.

Qi Yuan hugged her soft waist tightly.

"I'm a little tired from flying, so hug me for a while."

Gu Hongli put her head on Qi Yuan's shoulder, and Qi Yuan gently sniffed his wife's body fragrance.

As Gu Hongli's husband, guardian, and wall-breaker, Qi Yuan said softly, "If you're tired, don't schedule some work. I'll take care of you."

Gu Hongli hummed, and soon fell asleep.

Qi Yuan put her on the bed and kissed her on the cheek.

Then I went to eat by myself.

After nine o'clock in the evening, Gu Hongli woke up, and after taking a bath, she felt refreshed.

She was stepping on slippers, with her head turned sideways, a big wet hair drooped naturally, almost reaching her waist.

She carried the hair dryer and handed it to Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan took it, and gently inserted one hand into her wet hair, and slowly dried her hair.

Qi Yuan heated up the food in the microwave and brought it to Gu Hongli.

Gu Hongli ate in small bites while scrolling through Weibo, grinning as she ate.

"What are you laughing at?" Qi Yuan was drawing the composition of some characters on the list of gods.

Gu Hongli said: "Husband, are you really going to publish mystery novels again? I feel that your readers can spray you to death, hehe."

Qi Yuan came over and hugged the little carp on his lap: "Are you laughing at me?"

"Hmm...don't dare." The little carp's cheeks were bulging, and there was a smile in his eyes as he took a mouthful of food.

Qi Yuan went to the study room to pick up a sample booklet of "There Were None" sent by Star City Publishing House, handed it to Xiao Liyu, and said, "Let's have a look."

Then he pointed to the mountain of new books in the study, and said helplessly: "This is because I am afraid that readers will not pay the bill. Star City Publishing House sent me [-] books. I have to sign them for a few days. , I’m afraid the hand will be signed off by me!”

Gu Hongli stepped on the slippers, showing her white and tender heels, and walked over with a porcelain bowl, and said with a smile: "It's okay if your hand is broken, as long as you can use your tongue tonight."

In late February, amidst the expectations and threats of countless readers, "There Were None" was put on shelves in major bookstores in Huaguo.

(End of this chapter)