Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 95 Mary Sue
Subtitle of this chapter: It's so easy to be a master of romance novels
"It's really my honor. As for golf, I have played it before..."
Our Master Yuan did not lie, playing on PlayStation is also playing.
Golf is a powerful sport with very simple rules and requires very little exercise. Anyone with a good command of the game can learn it. People who are good at muscle memory can learn it in a few hours. However, it is easy to learn but difficult to master. It takes time to become good at it.
"But I'm at the critical point of writing my doctoral thesis, so I'm afraid it will take some time before I can go and see him."
Hey, now there are so many B-coins, "Socialism" can be "written" anytime and anywhere. But he really doesn't have the "ability" to write a 500-page political economics book in just over a month. Now it has become a good excuse.
Louis Baker was stunned. He didn't understand why his friend wanted to meet his grandfather the day before yesterday, but now he politely refused. He knew from his grandfather's tone that this was not just a simple meeting, but a very important interview.
He was about to persuade his Chinese friend again. But at this time, Mr. John McCall next to him suddenly said, "Mr. Yuan, I heard that you were really lucky on Halloween night. Not only did you get to know Mr. George Baker, but you also had a happy time with Miss Lillian Gish."
Before Yuan Yanshu could say anything, the people around her started to make a noise.
"Lillian Gish? The movie star?"
"To be honest, she is really pretty."
"Neo, how did you hook up? How much did it cost?"
Men, ancient and modern, are the same in China and abroad. When it comes to women, their spirits become vigorous. However, these people are not unhappy about Yuan Yanshu's skin color, because although Lillian Gish is a beautiful white girl, she is just a movie star who is a little better than a female prostitute.
This is also the luck of our Master Yuan. He is now in the more open-minded Daxin Township. If he were in a place where the KKK is strong, he might be beaten half to death or even lynched just for talking to a white girl. This kind of thing has happened too many times in recent years, it is simply too numerous to count.
However, because there are so few Asians in the United States, there are relatively few yellow people among the victims, and most of them are black people.
Yuan Yan suddenly realized that she must not act shy at this moment. If she felt embarrassed to sleep with a movie star, then in the future... well, wouldn't that be a disgrace to us, the gentlemen of Seris?
He narrowed his eyes, a look of aftertaste appeared on his face as he spoke: "Mr. McCall is right, it was a wonderful night. I have to say, Miss Gish is really a stunner..."
He suddenly saw a girl who was a little short of being a beauty walking towards him. He straightened up, looked down at his "rival in love", smiled and said, "John, I was really lucky that night. But you missed one thing, I know..."
"Ouch!"
As the saying goes, there is no coincidence in the world. At this time, Miss Helen Brown came running over excitedly.
Before Niao could answer, Paris from Manhattan spoke again, "Helen! I'm here."
"Oh, John, you're here too." Miss Brown said casually, and without even stopping to call out to him, she ran to Yuan Yanshu's side, took out a check from her bag and said, "Ni, I'm here to give you the royalties."
Our Master Yuan glanced at Mr. McCall, who looked gloomy, and deliberately put on a friendly smile and said softly, "Oh, Helen, you are so mean. Don't take such a small matter to heart. It's just fifty, uh, five dollars. You can give it to me anytime."
Hey, why does Mr. Yuan seem like a different person today? He didn’t say the same thing yesterday.
Well, talented authors are all passionate people. It must be because he was in a good mood today.
However, the editor-in-chief of Women of the World shook her head seriously and said, "This is something we agreed on. And I really want to finalize this matter quickly. Who told me that I like this book Chocolate and want to let it meet my readers as soon as possible."
Yuan Yan waved her hand and said with a smile, "Isn't it just a novel? If you want to read it, I can write another one for you anytime and anywhere. No, I will write as many books as you want."
"Really?" The artistic young woman with stars in her eyes said in surprise, "Don't lie to me!"
When it comes to literary creation, our Master Yuan is an honest and reliable young man. How could what he says be false?
Aren't they just romance novels? He can now randomly select five. And for romance novels, the time background is not important at all. Anything that happened after 1920 is a romance novel with science fiction elements. Of course, our Master Yuan can also shamelessly say that these are soft science fiction novels with romance elements.
Well, now that I think about it, becoming a romance novelist isn't a bad idea.
"Of course I have an idea now. Helen, do you know anything about the Titanic?"
“I know.”
"Pika Pika."
"Master Ball, shut up!"
"Helen, listen to me. This is a tragic love story. The protagonist is a young British nobleman who went to America to inherit his aunt's estate. Well, let's call him Jack. He met an Irish girl who immigrated to America on the Titanic. Her name is...Mary Sue!"
"He was a rich and idle man who was arrogant and domineering, and she was a gentle, intelligent and pitiful orphan who only wanted to protect herself. The moment he met her, the Atlantic Ocean in April flashed with lightning, his heart fell, and he could no longer take his eyes off her. So he used all kinds of tricks and all kinds of means, but it was just one sentence: I love you in this life and forever..."
"Host, do you think it's really good to mix "A Domineering President Falls in Love with Me", "Titanic", and um... "A Dream of Red Mansions" together?"
"What's wrong with that? This is called mixing and matching!"
"I just haven't figured out the final ending yet. Who will die..."
"Nai ao, can't they all survive and live happily together in America?"
"Helen, this won't do! If one of them doesn't die, the quality of this book... well, the style will be lowered."
"So what if this couple lives and dies together?"
"That won't work, then there's no way I can write a sequel!"
