Chapter 6: I am God

  Hopes are beautiful, reality is cruel.

  One day, two days, three days, four days...

  It's as if the fat crow's mouth had been proved right, for since Yi Feiyang sent his manuscript to Stephen King, it was like a stone sinking into the ocean, without any movement.

  As the days went by one after another, Yi Feiyang, who was originally full of confidence, began to worry a little.

  What's going on?

  Hasn't it arrived?

  Or did they never consider themselves as dishes in the first place?!

  Yi Feiyang started to get restless. He wanted to call and ask, but didn't know the other party's home phone number; he wanted to visit in person, but felt it was too abrupt.

  What to do? Yi Feiyang scratched his head with all his might.

  Fat boy didn't think much of this "ghost" created overnight. You get what you pay for! Besides, Fat boy never thought that Yi Feiyang had any writing talent from start to finish.

  Most of the writers are "Wenquxing" descended to earth, Ah Yan is so good at fighting, should belong to the "Wuquxing" category, Wenwu different paths, it's better to advise him not to daydream!

  Yi Feiyang was not satisfied, he ignored the advice of Pangu, thinking that if one book wouldn't work, then he would just write a few more. So he went crazy and devoted himself to creation, bringing out his two originally reserved classic works "Nightmare" and "Riding Bullet Flight".

  The story of "Dream Demon" takes place in a remote small town called Delhi, where four boys who grew up together decide to use their own strength to complete an extraordinary righteous task. They unite and fight side by side, and finally bravely accomplish this great feat. Afterward, they all receive a mysterious power as a reward...

  When Yiyang was watching this movie, it was in a smoky and sweaty video hall. At that time, the name of the movie wasn't "Dreamcatcher", but "Dream Net". The owner of the video hall promoted it as an American sci-fi blockbuster, deceiving many people into watching it. In the end, everyone thought it was very disappointing, but Yiyang felt that the film had a lot of flavor, although lacking in visual impact, its narrative was very strong.

  Compared to the eerie friendship in "Misery", "Riding the Bullet" is somewhat terrifying and neurotic. It's said that this was written by Stephen King based on his own near-death experience, mainly telling a story about someone encountering a "ghost" on their way home at midnight. As the saying goes, the more unknown, the more frightening, in this foggy night, what you encounter is a ghost or human? It makes one think about their past life and existence.

  It can be said that both of these films were not bad in their previous lives, especially "Ride the Bullet" was Stephen King's first film to be released online, and as soon as it was born, the number of clicks broke 100 million, making a big leap for American online literature.

  For three whole days, Yi Feiyang hardly ate or drank, writing day and night. When he finished the two short stories, his hair was disheveled and dirty, and he had lost a lot of weight.

  As a good friend, Pangzi felt heartache for him, he couldn't understand why Yifei Yang insisted on it to the end.

  Yi Feiyang didn't say much, continuing to mail out the new manuscripts, with only one thought in his mind: no matter what, he would crush Stephen King!

  Stephen King was killed or not, Yi Feiyang did not know, he only knew that after these two books were mailed out, they fell into the sea again.

  America, what a damn dog fart dream!

  Yi Feiyang looked up at the sky and cursed loudly.

  In the following days, Yi Feiyang stood at the street intersection, staring at those mailmen to see if anyone was heading in his direction, but unfortunately, no one even glanced this way, as if everyone here was a prostitute infected with venereal disease.

  That day, Yi Feiyang stood as usual at the crossroads, smoking a cigarette, with smoke swirling around him, matching his messy hair and dirty face, giving off an extremely strong sense of decadence with artistic flair.

  The fatty was worried and waited behind him, afraid that he would make some radical move.

  Yi Feiyang smoked a cigarette, until the flame burned his fingertips, before throwing it away and grinding it into the ground.

  Just then, Fatso shouted loudly, "He's coming, Ah Yan! The postman is heading this way!"

  Yi Feiyang hastily looked in that direction and saw the mailman walking towards him.

  Yi Feiyang's mood was excited, could it be that there's a chance?!

  At that moment, Yi Feiyang's mind even flashed the classic lyrics of Hua Zai from his previous life: I've waited for a long time and finally waited until today, I've dreamed for a long time and finally realized my dream... But just as Yi Feiyang was about to welcome him, the white mailman looked around and then spat on the ground, muttering: "Damn it, wrong way!" and turned back directly. Yi Feiyang was stunned on the spot. Next to him, Pangzi said bluntly: "Don't be discouraged, hope is nothing, no matter what."

  Yi Feiyang gritted his teeth, no money means no green card, and without a green card he's just another black person, has to live in hiding!

  Grandma's bear, I've had enough of this life!

  Yi Feiyang roared in anger.

  Then, without saying a word, he strode forward with big steps.

  The fat guy behind him became anxious and said, "A Yang, what's wrong with you? What are you going to do?"

  "What's going on? I'm going to get a green card, I don't want to live like this anymore!"

  "Are you crazy? How is that possible?" Fatso stretched out his arms to block Yi Feiyang, "Someone like you, once you step out, who knows if you'll be caught by the police!"

  Yi Feiyang pushed the fatty away with one hand, "Don't block my way! I've even opened the Golden Finger, but Heaven still won't help me! Fine, if it won't help me, then I'll just have to help myself!"

  "What's Golden Fingers? What can't help you?" Fatso was puzzled.

  "Fatty, don't bother about so many things, I only ask you, are you willing or not willing to continue living like this?"

  "Nonsense, of course I don't want to!"

  "Alright, let's go get a green card together!" Yì Fēi Yáng turned around and walked away.

  "Hey, A Yang, slow down, I can't catch up!" Fatso shouted from behind Yi Fei Yang's butt. "I understood what you said earlier, but we don't have any money or jobs now, how are we going to get a green card?"

  "You should think about it the other way around, with a green card, we can do any job!"

  "That sounds good!" Baozi's face became even more bitter, "If a green card were that easy to get, there wouldn't be so many people secretly working and being bullied; the US is not an easy place to mix around, if we really can't make it, why don't we sneak back to Hong Kong? After all, that's our territory, where we have food, drink, and a place to sleep; actually, thinking about it, this isn't so bad, let's just consider it a trip to the US, we'll play around for a bit and then sneak back, and when we see people, we can brag about eating American fried chicken legs and seeing big-breasted foreign girls..." Baozi chattered on to Yifei Yang.

  "I didn't cheat you, we've been stuck here for three months and no matter what, we must find a way to get the green card!" Yì Fēi Yáng said loudly.

  "That also requires a way."

  "I've already scouted out the route," said Yi Feiyang, "Go to Chinatown and find Old Camel! Many people in this area have obtained goods from him... genuine green cards! With it, you can move about freely in America!"

  "Camel, I've also heard of it, but I've heard that the price he wants is not cheap! Now we're all penniless, how can we buy a green card?" Fatso quickly caught up with Yifeyang and asked loudly.

  Yi Feiyang stopped in his tracks, suddenly walked to the side of the trash can, casually found a few sheets of newspaper and folded them into a ball, "See, isn't this what we need?"

  Fatso: "No way, this works?!"

  "Trust me, as long as you have the guts and a plan, there's nothing in this world that you can't accomplish!" Yì Fēi Yáng said, grabbing Pàng Zǐ's shoulder.

  "But..."

  "No way!" Yi Feiyang turned around, and together with Pangzi, they strode towards Chinatown. By the roadside, a dirty old man shook an iron can, "Spare some change, kind-hearted person!"

  Yi Feiyang took out a coin from his pocket, flipped it with his thumb, and "clunk" - the coin accurately fell into the iron can.

  "God bless you, young man!"

  Yi Feiyang's mouth curled up at the corner, "From now on, I am my own God!"