At the studio.
Everyone was stunned.
On the computer were the manuscripts that Zhang Ye had written over the past three days. Everyone looked at each other, then at each other. They all felt a little horrified. A lot of people were surprised that Director Zhang had managed to finish writing a book with so many words in just three days. But this was still alright. In the past, when he was writing a lot of things, it wasn't like Director Zhang had never been in such a state of excitement. Many of them were already used to it. Even if Director Zhang could write a million words in a day, it wouldn't be something that they couldn't accept. They were horrified by something else.
Ha Qiqi stared and said, "English?"
Zhang Zuo thought he was seeing things. "It's really English?"
Little Wang couldn't believe her eyes. "Is that English?"
Tong Fu said uncertainly, "I think it's English."
Zhang Ye harrumphed, "What's the matter? Didn't they go to university? You don't know English? If you guys don't even have this level of English, then let's not chat. "
Little Wang vomited blood!
Ha Qiqi fainted!
Do you think it's your turn to lecture us?
Of course they went to college.
Of course they knew English.
But what shocked them the most was that this was actually written by Director Zhang?
Everyone in the country knew how good Director Zhang's English was!
Any middle school student in the whole of China would be stronger than him!
Director Zhang was actually writing an English novel?
Did the sun rise from the west?
Ha Qiqi said in surprise, "When did you learn English?"
"I've been locked up for three to four years." Zhang Ye tried to find an excuse. "Can't I learn some foreign languages?"
Zhang Zuo pointed at the computer screen and said, "But, but this is not normal English. I don't know many of the words in it. This level — I don't think Americans are that good, right?" After a pause, he said, "And it even talks about the American War? Americans' livelihood? "
Zhang Ye said confidently, "That's right."
Ha Qiqi looked at him. "Have you been to America before?"
"I've never been there before," Zhang Ye said.
Ha Qiqi: "…"
Zhang Zuo: "…"
Little Wang: "…"
He had never been to America.
Back then, his English was still so poor.
How did you come up with the idea of writing a novel set in America?
You must have a lot of guts to do that!
As a member of Zhang Ye's Studio, as a long-time employee of Zhang Ye, they had traveled extensively with Zhang Ye all these years. If they had to pick out one thing that they were most convinced of about Director Zhang, then they would definitely say in unison — Zhang Ye's guts. This was something that they were all convinced of. At times, Director Zhang's guts could really scare people to death. That "guts" of his would often leave them dumbfounded!
However, they still contacted the publishing house.
A family.
Three families.
Five families.
In the end, they managed to find five publishers who were willing to help them publish.
Actually, this was already pretty good. Zhang Ye had never published any novels or poetry collections overseas before. In the field of international literature, it wasn't wrong to say that he was a newcomer. It was just that he was too famous now. With the title of the number one person in China's entertainment circle, he had a lot of advantages. In addition to his identity as a mathematician, the world's number one hacker, etc., there were still overseas publishers who were willing to publish his novels. They were probably thinking that the first print run would be around 10,000 to 20,000 copies, and the book would be labeled as the World's Number One Hacker. It should not be a problem to sell it, and no matter how bad it was, the publishing house would not lose money. These kinds of calculations were much better than them.
Ha Qiqi asked, "Will that work, Director Zhang?"
Zhang Ye said indifferently, "Sure."
Ha Qiqi said, "Then we'll sign the contract with them?"
"Alright." Zhang Ye said, "If you need me to appear, just give me a shout. If you can't reach me on my cell phone, come to my house to look for me."
Zhang Zuo was taken aback. "Aren't you going to be at the studio for the next few days?"
Zhang Ye said, "I won't be coming over for the next few days. Since we're aiming for the Nobel Prize in Literature, how can a single language edition be enough? Even though English is the lingua franca of the world, it's still not enough. I'll spend some time on my side to get the Chinese and Russian editions out no matter what."
Chinese?
Russian?
When the fuck did you learn how to speak Russian?
Why didn't we know about it?
Did you learn it in prison again?
Wu Yi asked out of the blue, "Director Zhang, which prison were you imprisoned in?"
Zhang Ye blinked. "Why are you asking about that?"
Wu Yi said, "My child has always been bad at foreign languages, so I'd like to get him to learn them."
Zhang Ye was speechless.
In Zhang Ye's previous world, Gone with the Wind had been translated by almost every country in the world, especially the dozen or so major countries. The translations were all pretty good, but Zhang Ye did not read much at that time. It was only Chinese, English, and Russian. As such, he could only translate those three languages at most. Although he had eaten a lot of skill books on the world's languages, knowing a language and translating it were two completely different things. That would require a lot of linguistic and literary knowledge, and with Zhang Ye's current level of proficiency in languages, it would probably be impossible for him to do so. But actually, just having English would suffice. It was the lingua franca of the world, so it wouldn't be a problem for it to be distributed around the world. If the book could really become popular, the other languages would naturally be easy to translate as well. Many of the world's famous translators would come looking for you even if you didn't look for them.
…
Home.
Closing the door.
Zhang Ye buried himself in writing.
He didn't rest much and continued to work.
For the sake of this Nobel Prize, he had put his life on the line.
One day.
Three days.
Five days.
Chinese.
Russian.
He was writing so hard that his brain was about to pop out.
…
Online.
Some news leaked out.
"Have you heard? Zhang Ye is going to publish a new novel. "
"Ah? Is there such a thing? "
"It's already going to be published. It's going to be a global debut, and it's going to be an English edition!"
"Pfft, can you stop joking!"
"It's true! My friend from a foreign publishing house told me about it! "
"Leave, that's impossible!"
"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter!"
"Why don't you guys believe it! It's really true! "
"I'm cramping up from laughing. I can laugh at this joke for an entire year!"
"Zhang Ye is going to write an English novel? Are you fucking bullying me because I didn't go to university! "
"This fellow doesn't even know how to write the English words for a novel!"
"If this fellow can write an English novel, I'll fucking change my name from now on! I'll write my name backwards! Stop joking around, this is obviously fake news! "
"I don't believe it at all! Even a three-year-old wouldn't believe it! "
"Zhang Ye's English is shit! How the hell can he write a novel! "
Zhang Ye's English standard was too deeply rooted in his roots!
When this fellow was playing Go with PeterGo, that was the pinnacle of the war between humans and machines. It was such a crucial battle, yet he even typed the wrong name. He even wrote HERO as HEOR instead! Did you expect him to know English?
Hur hur!
The entire nation's citizens wouldn't believe it!
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