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Lin Yue?

Lin Yue also boarded "Time Magazine"?

Zhang Yang didn't read many books, but he knew about such a famous magazine as "Times Weekly". Only those who have outstanding performance in various fields can be on the cover of "Times Weekly".

Is that Lin Yue? From the point of view of writing novels, there is no doubt.

"Brother Yue is fine." Zhang Yang said happily, and quickly covered his mouth with his hand: "Of course, compared to Brother Luo, he is still worse."

"That sentence makes sense, picking up people's toothpicks... right?"

You must know that Charlotte was on the cover of "Time Magazine" two or three years ago, while Lin Yue was only on the cover recently. In his opinion, this is the gap.

"Brother Luo, it's Yahui, Yahui."

It can be seen that Zhang Yang's language skills are better than Charlotte's.

"A toothpick and tooth wisdom are the same."

"Yes, yes, Brother Luo is right, it's all the same."

Either Zhang Yang can drive a Ferrari, most people can't do it without principles like him, and the big star Charlotte likes the little brother who has no principles and takes off his bottom line like his underwear.

"Zhang Yang, what do you think is the use of writing so many books? Can he make money by singing? A song is only a few words, and the money he earns is tens of thousands of dollars per word. What about him? One word is worth a hundred dollars. ?"

"No, absolutely not."

When they were still paying attention to Lin Yue three years ago, Zhang Yang made an account. Since Wu Huaiyao founded the "Rich Writers List" in 2006, Lin Yue has been on the top of the list. According to the "Rich Writers List" published in 2009 Lin Yue's royalties amounted to 45 million, while Zheng Yuanjie, the second fairy tale king, was only 18 million, more than double that of the latter, but so what, Charlotte's 2009 "Celebrity" The Fortune List ranked second, with an income of 230 million yuan, a five-fold difference between the two. How many words did Lin Yue write this year? There are more than 1 million online and offline, and it can be divided up to 50 yuan per word. As for Charlotte, that’s really a hundred thousand gold per word, isn’t it?

So why they didn't pay attention to Lin Yue three or four years ago was because the gap between the two sides was too big, and Charlotte felt that there was no need to waste energy paying attention to this person.

Different circles? Circles are also divided into levels, and the value of the music circle and the novel circle are not at the same level at all.

Of course, Charlotte's cognition is still in 2012, if his travel time is a few years later, maybe he won't think so.

Earlier, the royalties of the "Rich Writers List" were real royalties, and did not include the subsequent IP value, such as game production, film and television drama adaptation, peripheral products, etc., while the income of top singers on the "Celebrity Rich List" in 2012 was 200 million, seven or eight years later it will still be 200 million.

"Did you say he was tired?"

Charlotte sighed, got up from the sofa, and walked towards the study with a goblet in her hand. From the shape and walking posture, she was full of unrestrained and unrestrained.

That's right, this was the evaluation of him by the people in the circle, and yesterday's fight against a draft singer confirmed everyone's evaluation of him.

Zhang Yang thinks that Charlotte became like this because she no longer regarded Lin Yue as an opponent.

jingle bell~

He wanted to follow, but the phone on the table rang.

"Tell the agent not to bother me, and I'll fire him if he keeps talking."

While speaking, Charlotte had already walked into the study, and closed the door with a bang.

jingle bell~

The bell kept ringing.

Zhang Yang was annoyed by the noise. He picked it up and saw that it wasn't the manager calling, but Hong Kong Xinghua.

"Brother Hua, hey, hello, I'm Zhang Yang, next to Brother Luo..."

"..."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's me. Brother Luo has gone upstairs, just wait a moment, I'll find someone for you right now."

at the same time.

Charlotte walked to the north wall of the study and opened the bookcase. The interior space of 2 meters high and 6 meters wide was filled with books, from the hardcover version of "Dream of Red Mansions" to Machiavelli's "On the Monarch", and then to Junchen's "Luo Zhijing". ", Gould's "The Gould Reader"...

There are many books, of various types and dazzling arrays.

But he hadn't read any of them, and he had no time and no interest in reading them.

He took out an old-looking notebook in the middle of the third row and held it in his hand. It was the only one he had read and browsed many times...if it could be called a book.

That's right, these books that look full of style are the foil of notebooks.

Every time Lin Yue was mentioned, he couldn't help taking out this notebook and flipping through it. In the first few years, he felt that the contents of the notebook were his shame. The guy's face, but in the past few years, there is obviously no shortage of beauties around him. It can be said that he eats food every day and sings every night. Why can't he stop thinking about Qiuya?

He thought over and over again, but he could only attribute this mentality to "if you can't get it, you will love it more, and if you get it too easily, you will ignore it". And Qiuya...has become a demon in his heart.

He also thought of Lin Yue from Qiuya. Those books written by this guy, "July and Ansheng", "The Age of Origami", "Diary of a Tomb Raider"... several of them made him feel familiar, but they were not the same as those he had heard by accident in his memory. The title of the book or the main plot is different. To this day, that guy named Jay Chou has changed the lyrics of "Xing Qing" and sang it better than him. He understands that this world seems to have an invisible influence Li tried to correct the things he changed, and he had a sense of familiarity with Lin Yue's works, so it made sense.

"Brother Luo, Brother Luo, brother..."

At this time, there was a knock on the door, Charlotte frowned, a little unhappy, but she walked over and opened the door: "Didn't I tell you not to bother me?"

"Brother Hua, Brother Hua's phone number."

"Which Brother Hua?"

Zhang Yang pointed in the direction of HK.

Charlotte suddenly realized, and quickly took the phone and put it to her ear: "Hello, Brother Hua?"

"..."

"I've written your song for you, listen to it." Charlotte changed her hand to hold her mobile phone, and walked to a place by the window: "My hometown, I live in this village, I am... I This is to make you more grounded in the mainland."

"..."

"Huh? Can't speak Mandarin well? That's no problem, there is also a Cantonese version. My hometown, I live in this village..."

"..."

"Okay, then it's settled, that's all."

Charlotte hung up the phone and looked back, and saw Zhang Yang sneaking to get the notebook he had left on the table.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Zhang Yang was taken aback, and quickly withdrew his hand: "I just want to... take a look... Hehe, take a look, brother... what is written in it? Every time you mention Lin Yue, you will take it out."

"It's none of your business. If you dare to do this in the future, believe it or not, I'll chop off your hand."

"Believe it, believe it." Zhang Yang said with a chuckle: "Brother, I actually went back to my hometown a month ago. Do you still have the memory of that black kid in our class?"

"Sun Fei? I remember, the one who is dark and has a super obscene smile?"

"Yes, yes, yes, that's him."

"What's up with him?"

"He is working in the land management bureau of his hometown. I met my mother when I was looking for demolition materials. When we chatted, he told me a piece of news. He said that Qiuya is not married yet."

Charlotte shuddered and almost fell off the chair, staring at him without blinking: "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Zhang Yang moved closer and whispered a few words in his ear.

Charlotte threw the tissue box on the desk to the ground: "This bastard!"

...

in a few days.

Xihong City is thousands of miles away.

July is the graduation season again.

The senior three students have already filled out their volunteers and escaped from the sea of ​​hardships. The first and second grade students are also on summer vacation. The campus seems a little deserted. Occasionally, I can see a few staff members repairing the circuit, and the teacher on duty will go downstairs regularly.

Lin Yue came here after attending the funeral of the old principal. The former dirt playground has been turned into a plastic track and artificial turf football field, and a fence has been installed outside. There is an introduction sign near the entrance, which says His name and life story, I still remember that Qi Xiaoxiao was sullen after reading it. She said that it looked like a monument of merit and virtue, and the stench of copper was too strong.

I saw it with my own eyes today, don't say it, it's exactly what she said.

However, compared to what was written on the nameplate at the entrance of the brand new Siyuan Building in front of me, the introduction about myself was quite refreshing.

"Teacher Wang was well-known in the past, but this time, his deeds of being a teacher are engraved on stones and preserved with his alma mater, so it can be regarded as fulfilling his ideals."

Chang Mingxia nodded: "Speaking of which, I haven't seen him for more than a year, and I don't know what's going on recently. Is he still so busy?"

Twelve years ago, she wore glasses that almost covered half of her face, had a half-parted hair, a hairline so high that people couldn't bear to look straight at it, and a pair of wire braces that covered her teeth. But now Today's steel tooth girl is no different from an ugly duckling turning into a white swan. After removing myopia glasses and braces, the middle part of the soil has become a fashionable bob hairstyle. She wears a white dress and literary flat shoes, which is both avant-garde and intellectual. Very eye-catching on this campus.

"Look, that's not the dean's..."

She didn't say the whole thing, she used to be called a nickname, but now it's a bit dirty.

Lin Yue followed her direction and saw that in the school affairs announcement column near the entrance in the hall, the person in the first place was Tian Fanghe, his dean in high school, who was given the nickname drag (off) cylinder (anus) .