Chapter 2: Counterattack Starts from Plagiarism

  Looking at Lin Fengjiao's hands, which were like those of a middle-aged woman in her thirties or forties, and feeling Lin Fengjiao's endless care, Wang Wei suddenly felt that he had an obligation to let this girl, who was still in the flower season but already working hard for two families, live a good life.

  In his past life as an orphan, Wang Wei had never been cared for by anyone. When he closed the door that instant, his eyes became slightly moist. In his heart, Wang Wei whispered: "Wang Wei, don't worry, I will help take good care of Feng Jue sister and your mom."

  As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Wei felt the last bit of resentment in his heart disappear. The two Wang Weis had completely merged into one.

  After Lin Feng left, Wang Wei began to ponder how to use his knowledge that transcended the times to create a beautiful future for this household, no, two households.

  Script? Song lyrics? Don't want to know, think about it and jump in fright, Wang Wei discovered a thrilling thing that made himself surprised, that is, the events from 1970 to 2013 for more than 40 years, he actually remembered them all clearly.

  At this time, his own brain was like an encyclopedia from the 1970s to the early 21st century. What surprised Wang Wei even more was that even the scripts of these years, including books he had never seen before, could all be remembered.

  "This...this...is too exaggerated" When King Wei discovered all of this, his mouth was so shocked that an egg could fit in it. After a long while, he finally heard King Wei whispering softly as he came back to his senses: "Could this be the legendary Golden Finger?"

  Wang Wei's heart was still good, and after a brief shock, Wang Wei's heart gradually calmed down. His brain quickly spun around, thinking that since he had this advantage, he should make good use of it. What to do next? Wang Wei sat on the bed thinking about what he should start with, but after thinking for an entire afternoon, Wang Wei sadly discovered that although his brain was full of ideas, for now, writing seemed to be the most realistic option for his small arms and legs. Fortunately, he knew how to write traditional characters; otherwise, he wouldn't even have been able to write "afraid".

  The whole afternoon passed unknowingly. By evening, Wang Wei finally saw his "own" mother. A woman who was less than forty years old but already had white hair at her temples, due to being too thin, the woman's eyes were deeply sunken and her cheekbones protruded. Although she was only in her thirties, she looked much older. Looking at this woman, Wang Wei took a deep breath and silently told himself, "Wang Wei, this is your mother, the closest person to you in this life."

  Wang's mother returned home to see her son sitting on the bed staring blankly at herself, thinking that she had left him alone at home for a day. At this time, her son was angry with her. So, with a painful face, she smiled at her son and said: "Awei, what's wrong? Are you still mad at Mom?"

  "Mom... mom also knows that your illness has just recovered, and you need someone to take care of you. But our family's situation is also known to you, can I not go out to work? ...can our mother and son still survive till now?"

  King's mother became more and more sad, finally unable to speak. King Wei was not used to seeing this person who was closest to him in this time and space for the first time, so he didn't say anything, but after all, blood is thicker than water, plus the original emotions of this body, seeing his mother cry so sadly, King Wei felt a sudden pain in his heart, subconsciously raised his thin right hand to wipe away his mother's tears. He comforted her softly: "Mom, don't cry, I'm not blaming you, I was just happy to see you come back."

  Originally crying and heartbroken, Wang's mother heard her son say this, and all the heartache in her heart turned into happiness. She burst into tears of joy, hugged Wang Wei tightly in her arms, and asked softly: "Was Mom scaring you just now?"

  "Wang Wei lay quietly in her mother's arms, and for a moment, Wang Wei felt that all the things of her past life were just a fleeting dream, while this life was her true life."

  Gently stroking the calluses on his mother's hands, Wang Wei secretly made a vow to himself that he would work hard to make his mother's life better. After a moment of warmth, Wang Wei climbed out of his mother's arms and looked at her with a serious face, saying: "Mom, I will definitely let you have a good life." His mother heard her son say this and smiled immediately: "Good, good, my Ah Wei has grown up, he knows how to care for his mother now."

  "Mom..." "Uh-huh"

  "I want to learn how to write, can you buy me some paper and a pen tomorrow?" Wang's mother heard her son say this, and her expression darkened for a moment before she replied: "Okay, mom will go buy it for you tomorrow morning."

  "Are you hungry?" "Not too hungry, at noon, Feng Jie bought some noodles for me."

  "Oh, then Mom will make you your favorite lean meat porridge." After the mother and son finished dinner, Wang Wei asked some questions about current events in Taipei, which surprised his mom. She found that her son suddenly became so fond of asking questions, and they were all questions that adults would ask.

  However, due to her mother's natural doting and trust in her son, Wang's mom didn't think much of it and told him everything she knew. At the same time, from the questions her son asked, Wang's mom felt that her son had grown up.

  Alas, the children of poor families have to grow up early and work outside, with their sons alone at home. It's all forced out by circumstances. Thinking of this, a sturdy man suddenly appeared in Wang Mama's mind, and she couldn't help but sigh. If he were still here, Ah Wei might also be carefree like other children, studying in school.

  The next morning, Wang's mother got up early to prepare breakfast and went to work. When Wang Wei woke up, the house was empty again. The only thing that made Wang Wei happy was that on the table with a missing leg made of bricks, there was an additional stack of paper and a pen.

  Wang Wei didn't start writing immediately after finishing breakfast. Instead, he put on the brand new cloth shoes his mother had made for him during the New Year and took a look at this civilized yet unfamiliar Taipei.

  Wang Wei's home was in Neihu Township, which is now the renowned Neihu Technology Park, although it's unclear where this so-called technology park is brewing at present. Of course, Neihu Township has since been renamed Neihu District.

  In 1968, Taipei City was upgraded to a municipality, becoming the first municipality of the Republic of China in Taiwan. Neihu Township was then separated from the original Taipei County and placed under the jurisdiction of Taipei City. Neihu District is located in the northeastern part of Taipei, one of its twelve administrative districts.

  Due to the many hills in its territory, forming small basins, locals call mountain valleys "lakes" in Taiwanese Hokkien. Therefore, Neihu does not refer to any lakes, but rather internal basins. The name comes from the Hokkien phrase "inside face is lake" or "inside face that lake".

  Wang Wei walked in this place that had been awarded the 2005 World Health Organization (WHO) Safe Community Certification, and was hailed as the world's 94th safe community, Asia's eighth safe community, and Taipei City's first safe community. There is a feeling of wanting to laugh. At this time, what does Neihu District have to do with these civilized titles and high-tech labels? It's obviously just a small town that has just started developing.

  Wang Wei walked along the winding road, looking at the Inner Lake filled with spring atmosphere, and had a strange feeling in his heart. This is my home now. After running along the Keelung River for a while, Wang Wei returned home. After sweating profusely, Wang Wei felt much more comfortable physically.

  It seems that the phrase "life is in motion" is indeed true. Wang Wei secretly decided to run along the Keelung River every morning from now on. After all, great men have said before that the body is the capital of revolution. And for Wang Wei, his body was the capital of making money. After returning home, Wang Wei wiped his body with a towel and began his creative career.

  Wang Wei decided to write the first book, Mr. Huang Yi's "Twin Dragons of Tang Dynasty". The reason is that not only is the quality sufficient, but also the number of words is sufficient, with approximately over 40 million characters.

  Why is it said that having more words is also a reason? This has to do with the method of payment for writing martial arts manuscripts in Taiwan at that time.

  In general, in 1970s Taiwan, a newly debuted martial arts author could earn around NT$500 for publishing one book. Since one book usually had about 20,000 words, this means that writing 40,000 words and publishing two books would yield NT$1,000 in royalties, equivalent to the monthly salary of an intermediate civil servant at the time.

  It can be seen that Wu Baiyuan was just a newly emerged and not well-known martial arts writer at that time. However, as the saying goes, "the pay is fixed, but people are alive".

  There are also exceptions. I once read a passage in Lin Baoshun's "Wind and Dust, Strange People, Hidden Scholars - Interview with Writer Qin Hong". "'The Peerless Sword' was written for eight months, over 100,000 words, about half of it was written, then taken to the nearby Daming Publishing House, five days later the publishing house replied to me, agreeing on a payment of 600 yuan per volume, after some bargaining, it was changed to 800 yuan." From this we can see that manuscript fees are not fixed. According to the quality of the manuscript and the author's reputation, the price is adjusted accordingly.

  In 1970, the highest-paid writers in Taiwan were Wulong Sheng, Sima Ling, Zhuge Qingyun, Gu Long, and Xiao Yi. Each of them earned around NT$2,000 per book. For Wang Wei at that time, although the quality of Datang Shuanglong Zhuan could reach the level of Wulong Sheng, due to his lack of fame, he would lose a lot in terms of payment.

  So Wang Wei decided to choose this book with more words, first to make a name for himself. With fame comes wealth, and money will naturally follow.