Wenhao: This child has been smart since he was young

Chapter 179 Pen Name Junji Ito
The signing event lasted until 11 o'clock in the morning. The sunlight streamed into the store. The winter sunlight was like the per capita income table, which looked good but was useless.

It did make the place brighter. Gu Lu rubbed his wrist. He looked at the team that was about to finish and asked in a low voice: "Is it almost over?"

"Uh... no, the books at Xinhua Bookstore were sold out, so they went to transfer them. There are still about dozens of people waiting on the third floor." Zhang Xian said.

"?" Gu Lu was puzzled.

This is not Zhang Xian's fault. According to the convention of the book signing event, there are 50 copies of the book nationwide, so the sales volume of Fog City, which is a municipality, should be to copies.

The ratio of readers participating in the event is about one hundred to one, plus a fluctuation of one or two hundred copies. Scientifically speaking, preparing five hundred books should be enough. Zhang Xian has been responsible for many book signing events, all of which were based on this standard. Unexpectedly, it failed today!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gu. It's my fault. I didn't prepare enough." Zhang Xian admitted his mistake decisively, "I underestimated the influence of the publisher's publicity resources."

To be precise, it is not a misjudgment of "propaganda resources" but a misjudgment of parents' obsession with improving composition.

If Gu Lu has achieved some success in writing novels, then he is a top-1 writer in the country in terms of composition. It is no problem to call him the strongest high school student in history.

"I asked someone to transfer the books half an hour ago. The books should be arriving soon. Teacher Gu, don't worry." Zhang Xian thought to himself at the same time that a genius writer is confident and he judged from the beginning that 500 books would not be enough.

"It's okay." Gu Lu said. He was very tense in front of the camera, and his whole body was no different from a wound-up spring. Being watched by reporters, Gu Lu also wanted to leave a good impression, so he sat upright the whole time.

A few minutes later, a new batch of readers arrived.

The noise killed the quietness on the fifth floor in an instant.

"Teacher Gu Lu, can you publish a book on how to write essays? We can buy it too." A parent brought his child who was in the eighth grade of junior high school.

"Definitely if there's a chance." Gu Lu has heard similar words at book signing events more than ten times.

"Teacher Gu Lu, my child has no idea what to write for his 400-500-word composition. He just makes up the word count every time," the parent asked anxiously.

"This is because there is not enough accumulation. I have a solution that is not a solution. You can try it." Gu Lu said, "Designate an object every day and write 100 words about it, such as osmanthus, the sky, what you ate, it's all fine."

The method is good, but there is a problem. The parents looked puzzled and said, "Teacher Gu Lu, I came to the city from the countryside to work, and I don't have much education. We don't know if it will be good or not."

“It doesn’t matter whether it’s good or not. The main thing is to accumulate enough so that you will have something to write about when you take the exam.” Gu Lu said that this is actually a simplified version of teaching the honey badger.

The reason why I want to simplify it is to not make it more difficult for the children, otherwise they will hold a grudge against me...it's over, it's too late.

"Thank you, Mr. Gu Lu. I will definitely go back and copy it, one hundred words a day."

As the parents immediately agreed, the eyes of the second-year junior high school student next to them seemed to say, "You are noble, you are amazing, you are 1080p."

Oops, I have become the person I hate the most. Gu Lu silently turned his head to the side and said, "Kid, you will thank me when you grow up."

But Gu Lu felt the piercing looks coming from all directions. It was obvious that his method just now was remembered by many parents present.

The book signing event was scheduled to end at 5 o'clock, but was delayed by more than minutes. The reporter from the district propaganda department quickly recorded: [The event site was crowded with people. Little readers came to the th floor lobby of the bookstore from their homes, looking forward to the arrival of the writer Gu Lu. Due to the high popularity of the writer Gu Lu, there were more readers on site than expected...]
It’s done, finally done. When the reporter moved the camera away, Gu Lu suddenly laid down on the table. His first reaction was, when would he be able to be at ease in front of the camera?

The second reaction was, "How could such a great publicity effect be achieved with all the honors in the essay contest?"

Should I spend more time on this? Gu Lu thought, if he had known about the Sprout New Concept Essay Competition, he would not have refused it.

A good horse never turns back. Gu Lu has currently joined the Beijing Writers Association and has plenty of opportunities to write for essays.

"Teacher Gu Lu worked hard. He performed very well in the three-hour battle." Zhang Xian said, "This book signing event was very successful. I asked Brother Li, and with the premiere of the children's play "The Little Prince" at the Municipal Drama Theater, a series of publicity will definitely be in place, and sales will be able to increase by then."

The Brother Li mentioned by the battalion commander is the reporter who was filming nearby.

Gu Lu was riding on the favorable trend, because the Municipal Drama Theater was a newly built official cultural project, and they certainly hoped that it would be as successful as possible.

"The success of the event is also due to everyone's efforts," said Gu Lu, and then he wanted to treat the staff who organized the event to a meal.

But unexpectedly, Zhang Xian had already made arrangements.

We stayed at an old hotel in the foggy city, and the total cost was about 600 yuan, about 50 or 60 yuan per person, which was quite affordable.

"Teacher Gu, President Jian asked me to ask a question..."

Before Zhang Xian finished speaking, Gu Lu knew what he was going to say, "I'm already writing a new book, it will be out soon."

"I'm looking forward to Mr. Gu's new work," Zhang Xian said. "Given Mr. Gu's popularity, I believe we'll have the opportunity to work together again soon."

In fact, with Gu Lu's achievements in the field of writing, he has the confidence to hold a book signing event in any city! The first book signing event ended successfully, which was a double blessing for Gu Lu, because the editorial department had already transferred the royalties from Nihong to his card.

"Am I also creating foreign exchange?" Gu Lu hummed an unknown tune and took the bus home.

The second batch of manuscripts submitted to Japan had more than 1008 words, and at the price of yuan per thousand words, it would be more than yuan.

"It's almost as much as the money I make from my serials in the country."

Including "Mr. Holmes", he serialized more than 400,000 words in China, and probably earned 60,000 to 70,000 yuan.

Neon is making a lot of money.

"I want to quietly build up my fame in Japan, and then surprise everyone."

After getting off the car, Gu Lu went to the express station first and picked up the express.

It was a sample issue of Science Fiction World. Gu Lu had already bought one, so it was a bit redundant.

Science Fiction World is a bimonthly magazine. Just wait a few days and the new sample issue will be released.

"Bang!" The door and the entrance slammed together, making a loud sound.

Gu Lu went home without caring about his relatives and immediately contacted Yasuda Kazuma to inquire about the progress of the translation.

It was a double happiness, and Gu Lu paced back and forth, looking for someone to talk to.

After much thought, Gu Lu decided to call his sister Gu Jiayu...

The progress on the Neon side is encouraging. With the pleasant first cooperation, the translator Kazukuma Yasuda has become more efficient. In just eight days, most of the six novels have been translated.

"The story of "The Human Chair"..." Yasuda Kazuma envied Gu Lu's talent.

A chair maker, who yearns for the upper class, actually hides himself in a chair. Especially his act of writing letters to his customers is disgusting and perverted.

Open ending at the end——

[Teacher Gu Lu, I don’t know if you believe it or not, but my previous comics are very similar in style to yours…]
Before he finished typing, Kazuma Yasuda deleted all the contents in the email input box.

"Gu Sang is a talented writer in China. What qualifications do you, a failed trash, have to be on par with him?" Yasuda Kazuma muttered to himself. He used to draw a comic called "Human Head Balloon" under the pen name of Junji Ito.

Of course, the comic was just a draft and he didn't dare submit it, just as he didn't even dare to say these words now.

"A bear, a bear..." The mother's voice came from the yard.

Yasuda Kazuma left the keyboard and walked to the yard, "What happened to mother?"

"My shower head is broken. Go to Mr. Ueno and buy me a new one." Ms. Yasuda is almost fifty years old.

Ueno is the owner of the only grocery store in the small mountain village, and the villagers buy their daily necessities here.

"Can I do it later? I'm translating a work." said Kazukuma Yasuda.

"I can't wait that long for my work," Ms. Yasuda said. "Why translate works? You don't get much money a month. If you have time, help your father more."

"...I'll buy it right away." Kazuma Yasuda was used to this nagging. As a translator of "Ububunshi" (an informal employee), his income was indeed not high.

Walking on the path in the field, with small wild flowers and a lot of weeds on both sides, Kazuma Yasuda looked at the blue sky. He was already over 25 years old, why did he become like this?
Not recognized by parents and no career of my own.

Kazukuma Yasuda's idol is Osamu Tezuka. He has loved comics since he was a child. It was precisely because his idol's comic career originated in China that he learned Chinese.

I tried hard and once had a chance to become an assistant to a famous cartoonist, but when I was about to go to Tokyo, I was stopped by my mother, Ms. Yasuda, who didn't want her child to leave Kagawa.

It’s not that they don’t like children, on the contrary, they like them very much. Yasuda Kazuma’s parents think that after raising a child for such a long time, if he goes to Tokyo, won’t they only be able to see him a few times a year?
It doesn’t matter whether they can make a lot of money or not, as long as they have enough food and clothing, the Yasuda couple just want a bear to be with them.

After buying the shower head, Ikuma Yasuda returned home and read "The Human Chair" again. He muttered to himself, "I really want to draw this story into a comic."

"If I don't publish it, it should be okay to just paint for myself, right?" Kazukuma Yasuda picked up the paintbrush again.

I put it down soon because I still had work to do...

(End of this chapter)