Lin Yue?
Lin Yue was also featured in Time Magazine?
Zhang Yang hasn’t read many books, but he still knows that for a magazine as famous as Time Magazine, only people with outstanding performance in various fields can appear on the cover of Time Magazine.
Lin Yue? There is no doubt about it from the point of writing.
"Brother Yue can do it." Zhang Yang was so happy that he spilled the beans and quickly covered his mouth with his hands: "Of course, compared to Brother Luo, he is still a little worse."
"How can you say that, a toothpick that picks up people...right?"
You must know that Charlotte was on the cover of Time Magazine two or three years ago, while Lin Yue was on the cover recently. In his opinion, this is the gap.
"Brother Luo, it's Yahui, Yahui."
It can be seen that Zhang Yang is better at Chinese language than Xia Luo.
"Toothpicks and teeth are the same..."
"Yes, yes, Brother Luo is right, it's the same."
Either Zhang Yang can drive a Ferrari, but ordinary people can't be as unprincipled as him, and what the big star Charlotte likes most is a little brother who has no principles and takes off his bottom line as quickly as his underwear.
"Zhang Yang, what's the use of writing so many books? Can he make money by singing? A song only has a few words, and the average income earned per word is tens of thousands of yuan. What about him? One word makes a hundred yuan. ?"
"No, absolutely not."
When they were still paying attention to Lin Yue three years ago, Zhang Yang even made a pass. Since Wu Huaiyao founded the "Writer's Rich List" in 2006, Lin Yue has been at the top of the list. According to the 2009 "Writer's Rich List" announced Lin Yue's royalty amount is 45 million, while the second-placed fairy tale king Zheng Yuanjie only has 18 million, which is more than twice the latter. But so what, Charlotte's royalties in 2009's "Celebrity" "Wealth List" ranked second, with an income of 230 million yuan. The difference between the two is five times. How many words did Lin Yue write this year? The total online and offline revenue is more than 1 million yuan, and the maximum is 50 yuan per word. As for Charlotte, that is really 100,000 yuan per word, isn't it?
So why they stopped paying attention to Lin Yue three or four years ago was because the gap between the two sides was too big. Charlotte felt there was no need to waste energy paying attention to this person anymore.
Different circles? Circles are also divided into levels, and the value of the music circle and the music circle are not at the same level.
Of course, Charlotte's understanding is still in 2012. If he had time traveled a few years later, he might not think so.
Earlier, the royalty income of the "Writers' Rich List" was real royalty income, and did not include subsequent IP value, such as game production, film and television drama adaptations, peripheral products, etc., while the income of the top singers in the "Celebrity Rich List" in 2012 was 200 million, and it will still be 200 million seven or eight years later.
"Do you think he is tired?"
Charlotte sighed, got up from the sofa, and walked to the study room with a goblet in hand. Her style and posture showed a free and uninhibited style.
Yes, this is the evaluation of him by people in the industry, and the fact that he competed in the talent show yesterday only confirmed everyone's evaluation of him.
Zhang Yang believes that Xia Luo became like this because he no longer regarded Lin Yue as his opponent.
Jingle bell bell~
He wanted to follow him, but the cell phone on the table rang.
"Tell the agent to stop bothering me. If you keep nagging me, I'll fire him."
While talking, Charlotte had already walked into the study room and closed the door with a bang.
Jingle bell bell~
The bells kept ringing.
Zhang Yang was upset by the noise. He picked it up and took a look and found that the call was not from his agent, but from Hong Kong star Hua Ge.
"Brother Hua, hello, I'm Zhang Yang, I live next to Brother Luo..."
"..."
"Yes, yes, yes, it's me. Brother Luo is 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 room and opened the bookcase. The 2-meter-high and 6-meter-wide interior space was filled with books, from the hardcover version of "A Dream of Red Mansions" to Machiavelli's "The Prince" to Lai Junchen's "Luo Zhi Jing" ", Gould's "The Gould Reader"...
There are many books of various types and a dazzling array.
But he hasn't read any of them, has no time, and has no interest in reading.
He pulled out an old-looking notebook in the middle of the third row and took it in his hand. It was the only one he had ever read and browsed many times...if it could be called a book.
That's right, these books, which look full of style, are all companions to notebooks.
Every time Lin Yue was mentioned, he couldn't help but take out this notebook and look through it. In the first few years, he felt that the contents in the notebook were his shame. In the middle years, he wanted to find the right opportunity to smash the notebook on that On the guy’s face, in recent years, there has been obviously no shortage of beauties around him. He feasts on her every day and plays every night. Why can’t he help but think about Qiu Ya?
He thought about it again and again, and could only attribute this mentality to "loving what you can't get more, and ignoring what comes too easily." As a time-traveler, it was really a shame and humiliation that he didn't get the beauty of the class. And Qiu Ya...has become a demon in his heart.
Gu reminded him of Lin Yue from Qiu Ya. The books written by this guy, "July and Ansheng", "Origami Era", "Tomb Robber Diary"... several of them gave him a sense of familiarity, but they were not the same as those in his memory. The title or main plot of the book I heard was different. To this day, the guy named Jay Chou changed the lyrics of "Xingqing" and sang it better than him. He understood that there seems to be an invisible force in this world. Influence attempts to correct what he has changed. It makes sense that he feels familiar with Lin Yue's works.
"Brother Luo, Brother Luo, brother..."
At this time, there was a knock on the door. Charlotte frowned, a little unhappy, but still 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 it and quickly took the phone and put it to her ear: "Hello, Brother Hua?"
"..."
"I've written your song for you, please listen to it." Charlotte changed the phone in her hand and walked to the window: "My hometown is in this village. I am...I This is to make you more grounded in the mainland.”
"..."
"Ah? You don't speak Mandarin well? That's no problem. There is also a Cantonese version. My hometown is in this village..."
"..."
"Okay, then it's settled, this is it."
Charlotte hung up the phone and looked back, and saw Zhang Yang sneaking around to get the notebook he had left on the table.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Zhang Yang was startled and quickly pulled his hand back: "I just want to... take a look... Hehe, look, brother... what is written in it? You will take it out every time Lin Yue is mentioned."
"It's none of your business. If you dare to do this again, believe it or not, I will chop off your hands."
"Believe it, believe it." Zhang Yang chuckled and said, "Brother, actually I went back to my hometown a month ago. Do you still remember Sun Fei, the black kid from our class?"
"Sun Fei? I think about it, the one with the dark one and the super obscene smile?"
"Yes, yes, yes, that's him."
"What's up with him?"
"He now works for the Land Management Bureau in his hometown. I met my mother when I went to get demolition materials. When we started chatting, he told me some news. He said Qiu Ya was not married yet."
Charlotte shuddered and almost fell off the chair, staring at him unblinkingly: "Really?"
"Of course it's true." Zhang Yang came closer and whispered a few words in his ear.
Charlotte threw the tissue box on the desk to the ground: "This bastard!"
…
A few days later.
Xihong City, thousands of miles away.
July is graduation season again.
The senior high school students have already completed their application form and are out of trouble, and the first and second grade students are also on summer vacation. The campus seems a little deserted. Occasionally, you can see a few staff repairing circuits, and the teachers on duty will go downstairs regularly.
Lin Yue came here after attending the funeral of the old principal. The former dirt playground was turned into a plastic track and an artificial turf football field. Fences were also installed outside. There was an introduction board near the entrance that read I still remember Qi Xiaoxiao feeling sulky after reading his name and life story. She said it looked like a merit monument and the smell of copper was too strong.
Today I saw it with my own eyes. Don’t tell me, it’s exactly what she said.
However, compared to what is written on the nameplate at the door of the brand new Siyuan Building in front of me, the introduction about myself is quite refreshing.
"Teacher Wang had a good reputation in the past, but this time it is better. His deeds of being a teacher and a role model are carved in stone and remain with his alma mater. It can be considered that he has fulfilled his ideals."
Chang Mingxia nodded: "Speaking of which, I haven't seen him for more than a year. I don't know how he is doing recently. Is he still so busy?"
Twelve years ago, she wore glasses that almost covered half of her face, had a middle-parted hair, a hairline that was so high that people couldn't bear to look at it, and a pair of wire braces that covered her teeth, but now Today's steel-toothed girl is like an ugly duckling turning into a white swan. She has taken off her myopia glasses and braces, and has transformed into a fashionable bob haircut. She wears a long white skirt and artistic flat shoes, which makes her look both avant-garde and intellectual. Very eye-catching on this campus.
"Look, that's not the dean taking off his clothes..."
She didn't tell her everything. She used to be called by nicknames, but now calling her by nicknames is a bit of a dirty word.
Lin Yue followed her direction and saw that in the school information column near the door of the hall, the first person in line was Tian Fanghe, his dean of high school, who was nicknamed "Tou" (Take off) Tank (Anal). .
