Being a wise man, I am serious

Chapter 197 The Spirit of the Foolish Old Man
Qin Xiong took a serious look and remembered that this writer was called "Jiang Ren". He was usually silent and his writing performance was mediocre but not ordinary.

Regardless of Tang Qingya's objections, Qin Xiong insisted on taking him into the writer's village, simply because he was moved by his persistent spirit and hardworking attitude.

At the age of 28, I silently wrote a book on DianDian.com. After I signed the contract and put it on the shelves, although the results were very poor, I persisted for five years. I wrote more than [-] million words in one breath, and there was still no sign of finishing the book.

In Tang Qingya's eyes, this kind of person is the legendary rotten wood, which cannot be carved.

But Qin Xiong felt that Jiang Ren had the spirit of a foolish old man moving mountains. As long as this spirit is still there, as long as he doesn't regret it in the future, no matter what he does, it is possible to turn over.

Moreover, in case he does not stand up in the future, he is also worthy of respect. Among the losers, there will be real heroes.

Maybe because he felt everyone's strange eyes, Jiang Ren quickly stopped his tears
He choked up and said, "This is the best meal I've had in my five years of full-time writing. I didn't know everyone well about the meal yesterday, so I didn't dare to eat what I like... I know that in your eyes, I'm worthless. But I just want to cry, I feel wronged in my heart, I'm sorry..."

Qin Xiong sighed softly, pulled out some papers from the table, and was about to walk over and hand them to him.

Qin Weiyi, who was disturbed by Jiang Ren's crying, also looked puzzled, she asked with tears in her mouth, "Dad, has his ice cream been taken away too..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help laughing.

Even Jiang Ren himself felt a little embarrassed, and quickly wiped away the tears from his face.

"Jiang Ren, I won't comment on your ability for the time being. People will grow up. Some people seem dull, but once they realize the Tao, they can immediately soar into the sky. However, I admire your spirit very much. Those of you present, I am afraid that the number of words you have created together is not as many as his one book, this kind of perseverance is also a very rare quality on the road of writing..." Qin Xiong said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, everyone suddenly stopped laughing.

"Brother Xiong, how many words did Lao Jiang write?" Feng Dacai asked curiously.

"A book, more than eight million words..." Qin Xiong.

The crowd suddenly burst into an uproar.

For most newcomers, more than eight million characters is definitely an astronomical figure, and some people may not be able to write so many characters in their lifetime.

But for full-time writers, one or two million words a year, before you know it, it will break ten million words.

"Thank you brother Xiong for your encouragement. I will continue to work hard." Jiang Ren said.

"Actually, at first, I didn't know why you applied to join the writer's village. However, after listening to what you said today, I can probably guess some, but it doesn't matter how you lived before. From now on, as long as you put here Being the head of the family, the family will always keep you well fed, and at the same time, I also have a small suggestion..." Qin Xiong said.

"Brother Xiong, just tell me that there are quite a few people who are willing to beat me over the years, and it's not that I don't listen, but after trying it, I found that the effect is still mediocre, so I gave up struggling, and now I just want to write this book to the end. [-] million words, if I still feel like rushing by then, after reaching the goal, I will say goodbye to this industry completely, and start a new way of life, these years are really too tiring, people are not as good as dogs.” Jiang Ren said frankly.

"Those who have traveled hundreds of miles, half ninety, you have come so far, so it is a pity to give up like this. Today's readers don't like to read things that are bitter and bitter. They read books just to have fun and relax. For a moment, you have [-] million words, and you have been giving readers different ways to boil poison. Even the gods can't stand it. I suggest that you can reduce the amount of updates in the old book, and then open a new book, and let go of everything. Go and write, don't be locked in by the hundreds of dollars in the whole time..."

"Don't worry, with me, even if you don't have a penny of manuscript fees, you won't be hungry!" Qin Xiong added after finishing speaking.

"However, I live a miserable life every day. As soon as I open my eyes, I wonder where the next meal is, and I have a buffet. After thinking about it for a while, I am moved to tears. I really can't write something easy. Ah." Jiang Ren smiled wryly.

"If it was someone else, I would definitely force them to insist on updating, but you are different. I suggest you stop and update the book and have fun for a week. I will personally sponsor you to go out and visit the large and small attractions in Xiangcheng. !” Qin Xiong said with a smile.

Seeing that other writers were looking at him with envy, Jiang Ren refused, "Brother Xiong, I know you are a good person. Since I came to Writers Village, I have felt all kinds of human care here, but I It has persisted for more than five years, nearly [-] days, at least [-] words are updated every day, and it has never been interrupted. I really don’t want to be interrupted like this..."

"You're just too hardworking, so hardworking that you don't have time to reflect on yourself. How about this? I don't ask you to stop for a week. You can take a day off, right?" Qin Xiong backed off.

"Not even for a day, unless I save the manuscript tomorrow and try to get out the [-]-word update for the next day before I can rest." Jiang Ren insisted.

"Brother, do you really want my bayonet to be popular? There are not many readers of your book. I asked the editor privately, and there are only a few follow-up readers, no more than ten..." Qin Xiong said helplessly. Said.

When Jiang Ren heard this, his body swayed slightly, but soon stabilized again.

"Even if there are only a few, I will continue to write until I reach [-] million characters. Even if there is only one reader in the end, I will continue to write!" Jiang Ren solemnly promised.

"Okay, I won't make things difficult for you anymore, sooner or later, you will eunuch all these readers... Everyone should hurry up and eat, take whatever you want, don't be polite to the store..." Qin Xiong said with a serious heart .

However, at this moment, Feng Xiaoman took the initiative to walk over, blushing and said in a low voice: "Brother Jiang, I still admire you, can we add a WeChat?"

"I...I don't have a mobile phone..." Jiang Ren was startled for a moment, and said awkwardly.

When everyone heard this, a group of people turned their backs on their backs.

No wonder that on the first day of stationing, everyone was busy adding WeChat friends to each other, but he was the only one who put on a masterful attitude of "don't get close to strangers".

"It's the first time I discovered that there are still people in this world who don't use mobile phones, so how did you come here?" Fu Xingchen couldn't help but complain.

"Email, it's clearly stated in the email." Jiang Ren said naturally.

"Brother, please be respected by my younger brother!" Fu Xingchen heard this, and put on an air of a son and daughter on the spot.

"Okay, if you are joking, don't talk too much. We are all a family. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can tell them directly. If I am not here, you can go directly to Mr. Tang or Xianxian." Qin Xiong said loudly.

"Thank you brother Xiong."

……

After the public conversation with Jiang Ren was over, Qin Xiong subconsciously glanced at Qin Weiyi, and found that at some point, there was another ice cream ball in her small bowl.

At this time, she was using a small spoon to scoop it up beautifully, and then carefully sent it to her mouth.

"Why did you compromise? Aren't you the most able to stick to principles?" Qin Xiong looked at Tang Qingya and asked with a smile.

Tang Qingya snorted coldly and ignored him.

"Hee hee, I made it for her..." Tang Xian explained with a smile.

"Anyway, just don't cry, I'm so hungry... Hey, where's the crab I cooked before?" Qin Xiong nodded, stretched out his chopsticks and scooped a few times in the soup pot, and didn't even get a single hair...

(End of this chapter)