What to do if you become famous too fast

What the hell, the highest palace of literature that no one else can enter with all their efforts, and this girl's tone of voice seems to be going there to play around.I even wrote two works at once to participate in the selection for fear of not getting the award.

Are you a wholesaler?

Many writers never get a chance to be nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature in their lifetime.

You are good!

Go if you want.

Write what you think.

And he could write a great book in just one night.

Can you give us literati a little respect?

Waltercourt suddenly felt that the Nobel Prize winner he was proud of had become worthless.

Suppressing his turbulent heart, Walter Gu said, "Okay! If that's the case, I'll be your referrer for your pseudonym 'Miki', and I promise that no one will know about it before the lottery draws."

"Thank you."

Wang Huan was overjoyed.

Finally got a big thing done.

Then, he can let go of the next step.

The first thing: to publish "The Old Man and the Sea".

No matter how good your work is, if it is not published and has no readers, who would know you?Yes or no?It is impossible for the Nobel Prize to be awarded to you so hastily.At least the fame of "The Old Man and the Sea" must be made known to the whole world before it can be eligible for the Nobel Prize in the next step.

Of course, it is impossible for Wang Huan to use his own name to advertise "The Old Man and the Sea".But he has two preparations: the first aspect is that with Walter Gu, a popular writer, as long as the other party says a few good things in public, writing a word or two of flattery, it is guaranteed to be better than any advertisement.In the second aspect, he plans to find the world's largest publishing channel to publish this book, and this channel is News Corporation.

"Well, call Murdo as soon as the mobile phone signal is restored."

Wang Huan thought to himself.

With Muldo, the world's number one media tycoon, printing and promoting "The Old Man and the Sea" in a short period of time is a piece of cake.

……

The second thing: Now that "The Old Man and the Sea" is done, the creation of "The Besieged City" will start next!

Just do it.

Wang Huan looked at Walter Gu again: "Can you lend me your computer for another two days?"

"Oh?"

In fact, Waltergu didn't want to borrow it, because he was going to take the computer home and enjoy "The Old Man and the Sea" several times.For great writers like them, it is simply too difficult to find a good work.So after seeing "The Old Man and the Sea", Waltercourt felt like a treasure.

But he was embarrassed to refuse: "Mr. Wang Huan, what are you doing with the computer?"

Wang Huan said: "Writing novels, I said just now that I want to write two works to compete for the Nobel Prize. Now I have written one, and I have not written the other one."

When Walter heard this, his eyes widened again, and he stammered, "What... what? You haven't written another novel yet? Are you going to create it here?"

Wang Huanli said confidently: "Yes, isn't this normal?"

"..."

Waltergu opened his mouth, but didn't say a word for a long time.

normal?

Is this so fucking normal?

Are you embarrassed to say such a thing?

It's a dog day!

He pointed at the computer and waved weakly: "Take it and use it."

Wang Huan chuckled.

Moved the computer.

Go straight to dry!

The novel "Fortress Besieged" is not like "The Old Man and the Sea", which only has 25 words, it has a full 25 words!Even if Wang Huan writes [-] words per hour, he still needs [-] hours without eating or drinking.

So he has to hurry up.

Crackling!

Waltergu glanced at Wang Huan, alas... the typewriter worked again.

The speed of this crazy impact, who would have thought that this guy was creating for the Nobel Prize?People who didn't know thought that a certain student was playing the crystal tower!

What's more, hitting the crystal tower is not so fast.

And Wang Huan has been a tireless little motor from front to back, da da da... kept tapping.

"This is no longer Wen Siquan gushing, it is simply Wen Siru's diarrhea!"

Walter Gu thought depressedly.

Time passed quietly.

One hour.

two hours.

one day.

Two days.

Wang Huan has been working hard.

On the morning of the third day, when Waltercourt just got up and came to Old Fry's house.

Wang Huan had already packed up the computer, and was sitting by the side smilingly waiting for the other party.

Walter Gu was taken aback and asked, "Mr. Wang Huan, have you finished writing?"

Wang Huan: "It's finished."

Walter Gu: "How many words?"