Chapter 10: Write a Song!

  So when Wang Wei saw Xue Bing stunned when he said three million words, he also felt it was reasonable. Xue Bing felt a bit embarrassed about his loss of composure and said, "Sorry, Mr. Wang." "No problem, Editor Xue, you can take a look at the manuscript first." Wang Wei smiled.

  Xue Bing picked up the draft and began to browse through it, as a result of this look, he forgot that he was still negotiating business with Wang Wei, the author of this draft.

  It wasn't until Wang Wei, who was sitting on the side, asked that he came back to himself. "Editor Xue, how is it? Is the quality of the manuscript okay?" "Ah, ah, sorry about that, Mr. Wang. As a martial arts editor, I've developed a professional habit - whenever I see a good manuscript, I just can't help but keep reading." "It's alright," Wang Wei said with a smile, because he knew that the plot of The Legend of the Double Dragons was grand and complex, with many twists and turns. Therefore, most of the beginning was foreshadowing, and as the story unfolded, the later content would become more and more exciting. So he didn't mind Xue's being completely absorbed in his reading.

  Xue Bing recovered from reading and counted the number of manuscript pages, roughly calculating that Wang Wei's previous 30 million words were at least not more. It seems that Wang Wei only calculated the number of words, but did not count punctuation marks.

  "Mr. Wang is indeed a young genius, the content of his manuscript is not only fascinating, but also written at an incredible speed, probably only that Mr. from Hong Kong who can write for seven days in a week can match." Xue Feng couldn't help but exclaim from the bottom of his heart.

  Wang Wei listened to Xue Bing's words and knew that the Mr. Xue was talking about was Ni Kuang, one of the four great talents of Hong Kong. Wang Wei liked this senior very much. He was humorous and had a wide range of interests, often coming up with strange ideas, and once lamented the fragility of human life on a flea's body.

  Moreover, he had a rich life experience. At the age of 16, he entered East China Revolutionary University for three months and later joined the People's Liberation Army, served as a public security officer, participated in land reform, river management projects, opened up wasteland, and finally was suspected of being a "counter-revolutionary" for "damaging public transportation facilities" (for personal warmth, using the frozen river in severe winter to dismantle a wooden bridge as firewood) and underwent isolated investigation.

  After that, in 1957, Ni Kuang forged various official seals, certificates and letters of introduction to escape from NMG to Guangzhou. In July, he "defected" and sneaked into Macau before escaping to British-controlled Hong Kong. From then on, due to his status as a fugitive, he never returned to mainland China again.

  His talent was overflowing, and since 1957, when he came to Hong Kong from the mainland, he wrote for thirty years, writing seven days a week, with tens of thousands of words every day. What's most astonishing is that he could write for thirty years without running out of inspiration, with endless topics, and guaranteed bestsellers. He had even supplied eight magazines and publishing houses with his manuscripts at the same time, earning him the nickname "The Emperor of Pulp Fiction". A joke circulated in the publishing industry: even if Ni Kuang wrote a blank book, it would still sell out quickly! Next time you buy one of Ni Kuang's works, just make sure to check whether it's a sequel to that blank book or not! In Hong Kong, there are few writers who became rich solely through writing, and Ni Kuang is one of them.

  Ni Kuang is the most prolific and diverse writer, who claims to be "the person who has written the most Chinese characters since the existence of mankind". In fact, this is just Ni Kuang's humility, and the word "Chinese" can be deleted from this sentence. Throughout history, both in China and abroad, Ni Kuang's only possible rival is perhaps the Western science fiction master Isaac Asimov. However, Master Ai's English works were mostly typed out on a typewriter or word processor, so it is impossible to find any evidence to refute this claim.

  Ni Kuang is also the most professional writer with the highest occupational ethics. He never delays or owes manuscripts (in his early days, he wrote too quickly and would even intentionally delay submission for a few days after completion). However, his manuscript fees and royalties are extremely high, and he has two major principles: pay first; no changes allowed after delivery (absolutely no one is allowed to make changes, and he will not ask about any changes made to the script).

  Ni Kuang had three great loves in his life: cigarettes, alcohol and women.

  He had a 35-year smoking history, with the highest record of four to five packs a day (he didn't even stop when brushing his teeth - he would hold the cigarette in his right mouth while brushing his left teeth and vice versa). Until one day, he suddenly heard God's voice saying repeatedly: "You can quit smoking now!" And from then on, he never smoked again. (It took Ni Kuang a moment to understand what God meant by "can quit smoking", which was that the 35-year "smoking sentence" imposed on him had been fulfilled.)

  In the past, he could drink at least one liter of XO per day. Recently, he announced "quitting drinking", but the definition is that wine can still be drunk, just don't get drunk. Nowadays, it's okay to drink or not, but still thinks that wine is the best "anti-depressant".

  Most appreciated are gentle and obedient women, of course external beauty is also very important. The Double E in "The Deer and the Cauldron" is a typical example of Ni Kuang's ideal wife.

  Xue Bing compared himself to Ni Kuang, a writer he admired greatly. Wang Wei smiled and said "Editor Xue is joking." Xue Bing put away his manuscript, took out 20,000 new Taiwan dollars from his wallet and said: "Mr. Wang, I didn't know you had so many manuscripts, so I didn't bring enough money. Please take this 20,000 yuan first, the rest of the money can be transferred to your account later by the publishing house, but I don't know which bank you have an account with."

  Xue Bing said to directly transfer the money into the account, Wang Wei nodded and smiled: "This is also good." As he spoke, Wang Wei wrote down a Taiwan bank account number for Xue Bing. This was an account that Wang Wei had opened with Lin Fengjiao at the Taiwan Bank a few days ago. The reason they chose to open an account at the Taiwan Bank was because at this time, the Taiwan Bank was considered one of the largest local banks in Taiwan.

  After the handover, Xue Bing rushed back to the publishing house with the manuscript, believing that with this "Twin Dragons of Tang" book, his position in the publishing house would be elevated, and he might even become a chief editor.

  After Xue Bing left, Lin Fengjiao, who had been sitting next to Wang Wei and hadn't made a sound, suddenly rushed in front of Wang Wei, holding his face with her hands, staring at him motionlessly. "Feng Jie, what are you doing?" Wang Wei was confused by Lin Fengjiao's sudden action.

  "Ah Wei, tell me, is all this real? Is your manuscript really worth that much money?" Lin Fengjiao felt like she was in a dream. From childhood to adulthood, Lin Fengjiao had never seen so much money before. And now, Wang Wei had exchanged just one stack of paper for such a large sum of money, and it seemed like this was only a part of it.

  "It's not a dream, sister, you have to believe me, I'll let you all live a good life later, this is just the beginning." "Ah Wei, but I just can't believe it's true, it's like falling from the sky with a pie." After hearing Lin Fengjiao's words.

  Wang Wei felt a slight pang in his heart, and his voice softened: "This is true, sister. If you don't believe me, you can pinch your own leg lightly. If it hurts, then this isn't a dream." "Oh yeah," Lin Fengjiao said, removing her hand from Wang Wei's face and pinching herself hard. Suddenly, Wang Wei's relatively handsome face contorted, followed by a loud, ear-piercing scream.

  "Ah... Feng Jie, you pinched me." "Ah, really? Same to you, if you can feel the pain, that means this isn't a dream." As she spoke, Lin Feng Jiao quickly put the 200,000 yuan into her bag at a speed that Wang Wei had never seen before.

  Wang Wei knew he had been fooled by Lin Fengjiao, and with a mixture of shame and anger, he glared at her: "Feng Jie, I can let this matter slide, but you must agree to one thing. Otherwise... humph!"

  "What do you want me to promise?" Lin Fengjiao said with a pitiful expression, "En, today I must take you to Ximending to buy you two sets of clothes. If not, humph, I'll divorce you!"

  "Come on and hit me." Lin Fengjiao raised her fist and swung it at Wang Wei, who quickly dodged.

  For the rest of the afternoon, Wang Wei and Lin Fengjiao spent all their time shopping for clothes in Ximending until late at night. When they got home, they were exhausted like two horses that had run out of breath.

  Thinking about what happened that day, Lin Fengjiao still has a dreamy feeling until now. Wang Wei looked at Lin Fengjiao and suddenly an idea popped up in his mind, looking at Lin Fengjiao he said: "Fengjiao sister, do you like listening to songs?" "I like it, what's up."

  "I just wrote a song for you, listen and see if you like it?" "You?" Lin Fengjiao said with an expression of disbelief. "Yeah." After finishing speaking, Wang Wei ran to the inner room to take out his wooden guitar which he bought from the music store a few days ago. "Isn't this guitar something you just bought a few days ago? How can you say you wrote a song yourself?"

  "That's nothing for a genius." "Just bragging." Wang Wei didn't make any further explanation, but plucked the strings of his zither.

  Then looking at Lin Fengjiao, he sang with a deep expression:

  It's just because I glanced at you more than once in the crowd

  Never forget your face

  Dreaming of meeting again someday by chance

  From then on I began to think of you alone

  Missing you when you're at the horizon

  When I miss you, you appear before my eyes

  When I miss you, you're in my mind

  Missing you when you're in my heart

  Would rather believe we had an appointment in our previous life

  The love story of this life will no longer change.

  Would rather spend this life waiting for you to realize

  I've always been by your side and never left you far behind

  Wang Wei's voice, although somewhat childish, did not affect the transmission of the song at all. As the singing came out, Lin Fengjiao's eyes became moist, and with the legendary melody, Lin Fengjiao felt as if she and Wang Wei were lovers in their past lives, and this life's encounter was only to continue the romance of their past lives. Lin Fengjiao slowly closed her eyes, as if seeing herself and Wang Wei in a past life, thinking of each other after a brief encounter, and finally becoming a couple.

  Missing you when you're at the horizon

  When I miss you, you appear before my eyes

  When I miss you, you're in my mind

  Missing you when you're in my heart

  Would rather believe we had an appointment in our previous life

  Wang Wei began to repeat a part of it over and over again, Lin Fengjiao also involuntarily started humming softly along with Wang Wei.

  The singing voice gradually fell, and Lin Fengjiao also gradually woke up from the legend.

  Lin Fengjiao looked deeply at Wang Wei, and silently decided in her heart that behind every successful man there is a woman who silently dedicates herself. I am willing to stand forever behind you, as your silently dedicated woman.

  Wang Wei looked at Lin Fengjiao after playing the last note and said, "Feng Jie, this song is for you. Do you like it?" "En, I like it."

  "Feng Jie, do you want to sing?" "Me? Can I sing?" "Of course you can." "As long as you're willing." "But what's the use of that anyway." Lin Fengjiao heard Lin Fengjiao say she was willing to sing, Wang Wei showed a knowing smile and said: "As long as you're willing, leave everything else to me."

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