The Wind of China Entertainment 2005

Chapter 285 Clues

Father Liu walked into the room and saw his daughter sitting in the corner of the sofa, with her feet curled up, her legs folded in her hands, and her chin resting on her knees.

"What's the matter?"

"Dad~" Liu Shishi pouted pitifully and complained: "Mom wouldn't let me sleep. She pulled my curtains, lifted my quilt, and kicked me out of bed."

"Look here, she's blushing." She raised her chin slightly and pointed to her earlobe.

Father Liu felt very distressed and rubbed her like a baby.

Liu's mother rushed out of the bedroom and yelled: "It's not over, right? I'm a big person. I can't sleep at night and can't wake up in the morning. I reminded you last night that we have to clean up today. Who told you that you don't have a long memory?"

Liu Shishi snorted and fell on his father's shoulder with a bang, ignoring the old woman in front of him.

Opposite him was his wife, and beside him was his daughter. It seemed that he couldn't afford to offend either of them, so Liu's father simply remained silent.

Liu's mother rolled her eyes at the father and daughter, turned around and said, "After you get married, I'll see what you do at your husband's house."

Liu Shishi: <(｀^)>
When she completely entered the bedroom, the father and daughter looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Daughter, do you want to use Weibo?"

"Have fun, Lu Yuan told me last night." Liu Shishi took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

"Okay, take the next one for me." Father Liu handed her the phone and told her what happened at the door of the bookstore just now.

Liu Shishi listened with his eyes wide open. Hearing his father praise Lu Yuan vigorously, he wanted to laugh a little. He also heard that so many people went to buy books because of Lu Yuan, and he felt a little proud in his heart.

The Internet speed in this era is quite impressive. While downloading, Liu's father urged: "Where is your Weibo? Let me take a look."

Liu Shishi pursed his lips and hesitated for a while before calling up his account.

The caption is like this.

Liu Shishi V: Although the journey is long, I like it very much!
Below is a photo of the crew of "Sword and Sword III" traveling to Egypt.

Father Liu wondered: "Didn't you say that Egypt is not fun?"

Liu Shishi blinked and hesitated: "Oh, I don't have any photos on my phone. I just found one and posted it for fun."

Father Liu didn't think much about it. In his eyes, his daughter was still young and it was normal for her to be careless.

He added: "Now, find out Lu Yuan's account and show it to me."

Liu Shishi hesitated for a few seconds and wanted to refuse, but he couldn't disobey his father's orders.

Father Liu looked at the words and smiled happily.

Suddenly I realized something, I like poetry, the journey is long, there is something wrong with the captions of these two people.

When Liu Shishi saw his father staring at the screen and thinking deeply, he thought to himself, "It's broken!"
She swallowed, swung her arms, and said coquettishly: "My arms are so sore, Dad, your phone has already been logged into Weibo."

Father Liu glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, frowned, but didn't ask any more questions.

Liu Shishi patted the little steamed bun, it was so dangerous.

……

Jin Province, Niangziguan Power Plant.

Niangziguan is the east gate of Jin Province. It is backed by mountains and mountains. It is located in a dangerous pass and surrounded by mountains and rivers. It is a battleground for military strategists of all ages.

Living in a secluded place and engaged in a relatively monotonous job as a power plant engineer, Liu Cixin works from nine to five every day. After get off work, she has to pick up her daughter and go home to cook.

That night, he rode his bicycle to get off work as usual. Looking at the increasingly decaying factory in the night, he sighed deeply.

This year is the year when Niangziguan Power Plant was shut down in accordance with national policies related to energy conservation and emission reduction.

Before that, working in a power plant was a guaranteed job with a very stable income. It could be said that I had no worries about food and clothing without any pressure.

However, after the shutdown, the power plant needs to be relocated and employees face diversion and resettlement, so competition will naturally become fierce.

"Headache." He rubbed his temples and muttered: "It won't be easy to fish at work in the future."

He stepped on the pedal and was about to push hard when someone behind him shouted: "Gong Liu!" He looked back and saw that it was his colleague Wang Gong. This man was one of the few people who knew that he had been writing novels.

"No, I haven't finished writing yet, don't rush me." He waved his hands hastily, not to feel too painful being urged in person.

Wang Gong smiled and said: "Who urged you? Please check Weibo."

"What Weibo?"

"I forgot, apart from writing novels, you are usually very boring. You don't even play cards. You definitely don't know Weibo."

Liu Cixin thought to himself, I was afraid of losing, okay?

He had long been accustomed to the other party's teasing, so he urged: "Hurry up and say it."

Wang Gong did not show off, and said: "Have you read "Latent"? Lu Yuan knows it. He helped you promote "The Three-Body Problem" on Weibo. This book sold like crazy in the capital. I read reports that the two parts lasted five days." Almost 10 copies sold."

Liu Cixin was confused. He subconsciously calculated how much money he could get.

He is so short of money.

Since 1999, it has won the "Galaxy Award" eight times in a row and has been unanimously recognized by the science fiction community.

In fact, it’s useless, it’s just fame, the manuscript fee is still 150 yuan per thousand words, and the income is pitifully small.

Moreover, his boss didn’t like him engaging in creative work in private, thinking it would distract him from his work.

Therefore, he could only write secretly and dare not tell others.

But it’s useless. Once you write it, you have to publish it, and then you have to win an award.

It happened that the leader's son particularly liked his works and came to him with books to sign.

How could this leader not know this?

Back when he was trying to write, he was always nervous.

He also didn’t dare quit his job and pursue a full-time career.

Domestic science fiction is still in a state of repression and marginalization, and the market is very small and closed.

Even if a book occasionally sells well, there is no guarantee that the next book will continue to be popular. He also has to support his family and needs a stable salary.

After saying goodbye to Mr. Wang, Liu Cixin returned home in a daze.

First, I downloaded Weibo, registered an account, then found Lu Yuan, and read and re-read his first Weibo post.

There are tens of thousands of comments. Some fans praise "The Three-Body Problem" for its good writing, while many are deliberately making it funny.

He clicked the follow button silently, then noticed the terrifying number of followers, and said in shock: "Hey, darling, the 50 fans should all be real people."

"There are so many people, how much does it cost to buy a book for each person? Why didn't I go to the entertainment industry?" He subconsciously looked at himself in the mirror. He was an ordinary man from science and engineering, with a mediocre appearance, a crew cut, and a black frame. Glasses and a plaid shirt.

He shook his head quickly to disperse some unrealistic thoughts.

Then he sent a private message to Lu Yuan using the newly registered account to express his sincere gratitude.

Big stars don't need anything, they help promote them for free, and they should be thanked if it's reasonable. If the distance isn't too great, at least treat them to a meal.

After waiting for a while, no one responded, so I put down my phone and started to think about the plot of "Three-Body: Death Eternal Life".

Around ten o'clock in the evening, the phone rang with an unfamiliar number.

He rubbed his eyes and answered.

"Hello, I am Liu Cixin."

"What, you want to buy the copyright to "The Three-Body Problem"?"

"how much is it?"

"10?"

　The last chapter was closed again. I have a headache.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)