Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 76 SCP
Subtitle of this chapter: Finishing the work and settling accounts
"Save, save, save the world..." Master Ai Shouyi was immediately overwhelmed by such a grand sense of mission. He suddenly perked up and asked in a trembling voice: "Then, then, what should we do?"
Yuan Yan suddenly stood up straight and held his waist with his right hand. He was not trying to pose, but his waist was sore because he had unlocked too many poses a few hours ago.
He waved his left hand and said passionately: "Of course we should become an organization!"
"organize?!"
Our Master Yuan nodded and said, "Yes, an organization that fights against evil forces and their minions. Mr. Aishou, what do you think of the name Special Containment Procedures Foundation?"
"SCP Foundation? This name..." Master Ai Shouyi smacked his lips and shook his head, "It seems a bit hard to understand."
Eh, why is it so hard to understand? It's as easy to understand as the plot of this book .
Our Master Yuan said confidently: "Well, it is meant to be difficult to understand. In fact, the purpose of this name is to avoid public panic."
"In fact, the goal of our organization is to contain 'objects with abnormal characteristics'. The so-called 'objects with abnormal characteristics' refer to those thoughts that seduce people, humans who have fallen into the evil god's minions, organizations with evil intentions or even destroying the world... anything related to the evil god. Many of these 'objects' can be physically dangerous to people, and can also have a psychological impact on people all over the world, shaking ordinary people's personal beliefs and interfering with their daily lives."
"Mr. Ai Shouyi, think about it, an organization like this must be low-key. How can we openly tell the world that we want to destroy the Freemasons? Or publish anti-Semitic articles like you did? If we do that, we will either be regarded as crazy people talking nonsense by conservatives, or be labeled as racists by radicals."
"Besides, aren't we engaged in non-profit public welfare? Of course it should be called a foundation."
Master Ai Shouyi blushed and nodded, "Then how should this SCP Foundation be run?"
“Hahaha…” Yuan Yan suddenly laughed and said confidently: “The first step is naturally to use illness… um, to make friends through literature.”
“Making friends through writing?!”
"Yes, yes. Please think about how I, the 'Sage of the Bamboo Forest', found you, the 'Dream Weaver', and why did you come to me first? It's because of the novels we wrote and your newspaper. So our first step is of course to write more novels and recruit like-minded people. Of course, we must also pay attention to concealment and not let our enemies discover our true intentions too early."
"But...but where will the novel we wrote be published?"
This is indeed a problem. Almost all of Aishouyi's later Cthulhu novels were published in a fantasy magazine called Weried Tales, but this magazine would not appear until March 1923.
Our Master Yuan pondered for a moment and said, "It seems we have to do it ourselves. Well, our SCP Foundation should have its own magazine, called..."
What should it be called? The SCP Foundation should have a magazine with the same name.
He stroked his chin and thought for a while. S means Strange, C means Code, and P means Periodical.
This name is good, and the good thing is that it is quite subtle.
"I've decided, it's called Strange Code Periodical!"
"The Strange Law Journal..." Master Ai Shouyi tasted the food and nodded, "This is indeed a good name."
Thus, "Qima Magazine" was born , which not only did not hinder but instead strongly promoted the development .
Mr. Ai Shouyi licked his lips and said shyly: "Publishing a magazine is of course good, but..."
“But we need funds!”
Although it really didn't cost much to run a magazine during this period, the famous Reader's Digest had a startup capital of only 5,000 US dollars when it was founded in 1922. But Yuan Yan frowned when he heard this, and he remembered one thing: the father of Cthulhu in front of him was a poor guy.
Mr. Ai's father was a traveling salesman who died of a stroke caused by syphilis when he was young. His mother took him back to his grandfather's house. His grandfather was originally a successful entrepreneur, but later he was on the verge of bankruptcy due to failed investments. So he only received a very meager inheritance from his elders.
Even more unfortunate was that his mother was a paranoid woman who doted on her only son to the point of pathology. Mr. Ai spent his childhood in an almost isolated environment. Apart from the large amount of occult books left by his grandfather, he didn't even have a friend. Later, he didn't even finish high school (he insisted that he finished high school, but he didn't get a diploma.), and he was rejected when he wanted to go to the Department of Astronomy at Brown University.
This resulted in his eccentric and weird personality, and also made him lose his ability to make a living. After his mother died, he had to live with his two aunts. In addition, Mr. Ai Yiyi also held the stubborn concept of Victorian gentlemen, that is, gentlemen work not for money but for some noble purpose or... fun. So he became a failed author.
Later, he divorced his Jewish wife, who was several years older than him, partly because he was unable to support the family, and his wife had to go to Cleveland to find a job. It must be said that long-distance relationships are very hurtful to feelings and chastity .
But because he is an "old-fashioned gentleman", his character is quite good. His psychology is not that abnormal, and he probably vented it in the relationships in the novel.
By 1937, as a novelist, Ai Shouyi had become quite famous in the horror fiction world. In addition to having a large group of loyal fans, his royalties also made his life less tight. Forty-six years old is the golden age for a writer. At this age, the author's writing skills are polished, life experience is rich enough, and the ideological system is mature and stable. Originally, Ai Shouyi could definitely reach a higher level, but unfortunately, long-term poverty and repressed life made him suffer from colon cancer, which led to his death.
In short, the two literary masters who would become famous in the future can now be regarded as worthless.
Of course, as the Crown Prince of the Financial Empire, our Master Yuan cannot remain so poor forever, so his younger brothers’ future life will not be so miserable.
Yuan Yanshu couldn't let his new little brother get discouraged, so he said nonchalantly, "It's okay, leave the money to me. But I have to finish my doctoral thesis soon, so I'll have to trouble you with the preparation of the magazine."
Master Ai Shouyi nodded happily and said, "That's absolutely no problem, but..."
He thought of another dilemma: "But what kind of novels should we publish? The two of us are not enough to support a magazine."
Our Master Yuan sighed in his heart again. Not only did he not have any US dollars, he also did not have any B coins.
"Ah! Mr. Yuan, what's wrong with you?"
He suddenly found that the "Sage of the Bamboo Forest" from China was staring at him with strange eyes, as if... as if he was looking at a purse.
"Mr. Yuan? Mr. Yuan!"
"Ah, I'm fine!" Our Master Yuan's ears were filled with the sound of coins colliding, and he didn't even hear what Master Ai Shouyi said. He just came to his senses now.
"Master Ball, hurry up, check how many B coins I have now!"
