I am a Big Player-Chapter 56 - Forever on the Road_1
Chapter 56: 56, Forever on the Road_1
Chapter 56: 56, Forever on the Road_1
The incident where the main entrance of the Capital Journalism Group was surrounded by a crowd became big news in Capital city that very same day, and the most important reason for this was that everyone heard it was over demands for daily serialization of “Kunlun,” which immediately sparked their interest: “Why don’t we go protest, too?!”
“That doesn’t seem right…”
“Don’t you want to see ‘Kunlun’ every day?”
“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s join the protest!”
When Zhou Wumeng arrived back at the headquarters of the Capital Journalism Group in the evening, he gasped at the sight of the crowd that was three layers thick both inside and outside, surrounding the main entrance. By then, the police had arrived but were unable to persuade the protestors, who demanded that the Capital Daily serialize “Kunlun” every day, or else they wouldn’t leave!
This was totally beyond Zhou Wumeng’s expectations; he never imagined that the passion for martial arts fiction was actually far greater than he thought—the problem was simply that the martial arts novels before “Kunlun” were not appealing!
He sneaked in through a back door used for deliveries, and as soon as he reached the office, he threw the contract at the signing editor and pondered for half a minute before saying, “Increase the per-thousand-word payment for ‘Kunlun.’ Transfer the payment for the first serialization now, and leave the rest to me.”
“But his rate is already the highest… even higher than Bai Mo,” the middle-aged editor hesitated.
“There must always be a first time for everything. If others can bring readers to crowd around the offices of Capital Journalism, I’ll give them the same rate,” Zhou Wumeng said, massaging his temples. “Comrades, haven’t you realized? The opportunity for us at Capital Journalism Group to break our own limits has come. Everyone, just wait and see.”
Ren He was enjoying the quiet life of having no tasks at the moment. He had also finished his writing tasks for the day and could spend time practicing singing with Yang Xi without any burden. However, just as he reached the rooftop, he received a call from Elder Zhou. This old man couldn’t be hurrying him again, could he? He had already sent the content for this Saturday’s serialization.
Upon answering the call, he heard Elder Zhou saying, “I’ve transferred your payment for the last installment, and I’ve increased your rate.”
Damn it, no!
“Task: At 9:40 AM tomorrow, complete 45 pull-ups within 1 minute on the anti-theft window outside the host’s classroom.”
Nima, as expected, tasks come too fast without any warning, and why is this task so annoyingly specific? There’s never been a task like this before, not even specifying when to start the task.
And it also designated a location—outside his own classroom! It should be noted that his classroom is on the third floor, and it’s all hanging in the air.
In other words, he must climb from the ground floor to the third floor with his bare hands before 9:40 AM, then exactly start the pull-ups at 9:40 AM, completing 45 in one minute—this is a combo task!
Could it be that the Divine Punishment System has begun to issue more difficult tasks?!
However, the main issue is that 9:40 tomorrow morning is exactly during the second period of the morning. Ren He scratched his chin and thought, who’s giving the lesson tomorrow morning during the second period? It seems like it’s Chinese class…
“Hello?” Elder Zhou suddenly realized there was no response from Ren He’s side and thought the signal might be bad.
“Ah, continue Elder Zhou,” Ren He came back to his senses.
“Hmm, this morning, your readers surrounded the offices of Capital Journalism Group,” Elder Zhou said calmly: “They demanded daily serialization of ‘Kunlun.’ I was thinking of splitting a week’s content into daily updates, but readers are not fools, so…”
“I can’t write that much…” Ren He immediately understood what Elder Zhou meant. If he didn’t have a divine novel he was currently writing, it would be no problem for him to produce 20,000 words of “Kunlun” a day—it was all in his memory, just needed to be transferred to the computer. But he still needed to keep up with updates for the divine novel that he was writing—missing an update would impoverish three generations, and abandoning a story would ruin a lifetime!
But he couldn’t tell Elder Zhou that he was writing a common novel to earn money—if he did, Elder Zhou would probably demand that he stop updating the divine novel right away…
“*Cough cough,* Elder Zhou, as you know, when it comes to creative work, if one pursues speed too much, the quality will definitely decline. I need to ensure the quality!” Ren He said seriously.
“True,” Elder Zhou fell into thought…
“I also know that you’re in a tough spot, Elder Zhou, so here’s what we’ll do. Let’s not agree to their demands outright. Let’s change it to serialization on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. That way, it’s easier for them, and the pressure on me won’t be as great. How about that?” Ren He suggested.
Now it was Elder Zhou who started to worry about the quality: “Can you ensure the quality this way? Don’t ruin what could be a classic novel!”
“No, of course not, rest assured!” With the entire “Kunlun” manuscript of 950,000 words in his mind, there’s no way he would leave it unfinished…
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“Alright, just be sure to deliver the manuscript on time!” Elder Zhou hung up.
Ren He calculated that there was a month and a half before his winter break plan to help Yang Xi sing, and if he worked overtime, he could definitely write the entire “Kunlun” within that month and a half.
After all, he might not have that much time once the winter break started. However… he seemed to have forgotten to mention to Elder Zhou not to make payments so frequently…
While Ren He was on the phone with Elder Zhou, Yang Xi had been listening at the side. After he hung up, she suddenly asked, “Are you writing a novel? Called ‘Kunlun,’ right?”
Ren He hadn’t deliberately avoided Yang Xi while on the phone, so she could hear Elder Zhou’s voice, though not very clearly, just enough to know the book’s name was “Kunlun.” However, at that moment, “Kunlun’s” influence had not spread very far since it had only just started serializing, so Yang Xi hadn’t heard of the novel, nor did she know who was on the other end of the phone.
“Yep, I’m writing a novel,” Ren He replied cheerfully.
“Can I take a look at it?” Yang Xi asked, tilting her head.
“It’s not finished yet. Once it is, I’ll give you a set,” Ren He skirted around the question.
Yang Xi didn’t understand why Ren He would give up on his musical talent to write novels—perhaps this was the pursuit Ren He spoke of? Perhaps in your life there are such people too, constantly challenging new areas of life, taking on things they haven’t yet mastered, never resting on their past achievements, and always keeping themselves on the move, whether in spirit or in body.
Such people are like a lamp in life that inspires the heart. When you think of them, they invigorate your spirit, toss aside all negative energy and hesitation, and set you back on your path.
In that moment, in Yang Xi’s eyes, Ren He must have seemed like that kind of person. She wondered what she would think when she found out Ren He was writing books just to earn money…
In the evening, after Ren He had left, Yang Xi returned to the rooftop and repeated the songs Ren He had given her over and over. She liked every one of them, each song was her own, each one a gift from him.
This feeling, she was trying it for the first time—Yang Xi, at 15, had learned what it was to miss someone.
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