Shadow Weaver

Chapter 12 You mean...

Xu Yichi was filled with anxiety, and he unconsciously applied a little more force to the tip of his left index finger.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a little confused about Yang Yanan's needs and purposes.

She seemed to be eager to promote and spread the "Legend of the Yang Generals", but her actions did not seem to indicate that she meant it completely... She said she wanted to cooperate with them and join their game plan, but she was determined not to allow herself to make any detailed interpretation of the legend.

This seems to be a bit of an inexplicable contradiction.

Xu Yichi couldn't help but tighten the corners of his lips, but the little girl who was picking at the bag of potato chips over there let out a chuckle in response: "Are you kidding, Xiao Xu?"

"What the hell are you talking about, publisher? Wake up, kid - think about it yourself, how many people are willing to read physical books now?"

"Are you referring to those internet celebrities who are busy posing for photos all year round and have no idea what they are doing at the end of a vlog, or those students whose waists are about to be broken by their schoolbags?"

Yang Yanan tilted her head and asked casually, and Xu Yichi was choked by her and couldn't speak on the spot.

Indeed, from her own actual experience since childhood, although serious publications and documentaries are undoubtedly the best choice to restore the original appearance of a legend or technology more perfectly.

But these days, there are few young people who are still willing to hold a paper publication and read it to their heart's content; there are even fewer young people who are not only willing to hold a paper book, but also willing to read various classics and serious reading materials.

——Except for the books that are explicitly stipulated in the textbooks and required to be read by students, and the supplementary teaching materials that have been recognized by teachers, students and parents everywhere, most people buy physical novels or comic magazines that they like. Only a small number of people are willing to follow their own will and buy some more "serious" abstracts or popular science books.

Many people even spend money to buy publications purely for the sake of collecting the novel peripherals that come with the books - stickers, badges, postcards and even acrylic standees of the characters.

In this fragmented information age, things like paper books, which seem to represent "spending time and energy" to read carefully, have disappeared without us noticing.

As for the documentary.

The current situation of this thing seems to be more complicated.

There is never a shortage of audiences for well-made documentaries, but these well-made films often have to remain silent for a while before they are truly widely accepted and recognized by the audience.

After all, with the pace of life and survival pressure of today's office workers, many people have no intention to do anything else after getting home from get off work except sleeping or playing with their mobile phones. Even if they want to open some video apps to find something to watch with their meals, they will mostly choose to watch some relaxing instant noodles, listen to some funny complaints, or find some great TV series that they have almost eaten too much.

——Documentaries, like those paper books that are gradually fading from people’s sight, are things that require people to spend time and energy, or at least not to be too distracted, and to watch them seriously.

Therefore, apart from a few major food series documentaries, few people would usually think of watching a "documentary" while eating.

That might not be appropriate.

Thinking about it this way... cooperation with publishing houses doesn't seem to be feasible. "Then, then, then... what about the crew?" Xu Yichi buttoned his sleeves frantically with a little embarrassment. "It's true that fewer people read books these days, but there are still quite a lot of people watching dramas!"

"Wouldn't it be better to make the story of the Yang Family Generals into a TV series? I think the audience of the TV series should be wider than that of the game...right?"

The little girl was not quite sure, but when Yang Yanan heard this, the smile on his face seemed even colder than before.

"You mean... you're going to find those low-profile celebrities in the entertainment industry who have neither good looks nor acting skills, whose brains may be 24K brand new and flawless, to play Mu Guiying and Yang Zongbao, and then on that damn 48-inch 4K ultra-clear screen, they'll be hanging on wires and spinning in circles, scattering flowers in slow motion, telling the story of their touching love story full of industrial saccharin, where so many people are buried with them at the border at any time?"

"Uh..." Xu Yichi's throat was even more blocked now.

"Lord Xu, I see you don't want that thing on your neck anymore." Yang Yan'an grinned, "I must be crazy to hand it over to the current crew... Let's not talk about the various TV series about the Yang Family Generals, which were filmed to pieces more than ten years ago. Just look at the bad nature of the current crew--"

"Capital controls the scene, traffic is paramount, makeup is either for internet celebrities or funerals, the plot is fragmented, acting is non-existent, the three realms are to be destroyed, and love must be told."

"——No matter whether he is carrying the hatred of losing his country or the revenge of killing his father, any character with a little more weight, as long as it touches the word "love", his brain will be like someone rooted and then flashed and restarted. He will forget all about his identity, responsibilities and obligations, and return to primitive society with a single click. He only knows how to be disgusted."

"In the end, the hatred for the loss of the country was due to the injustice of your father and brother, and the revenge for the murder of your father was just a misunderstanding. The hero and heroine walked on the wounds all over the ground and stepped on the corpses of thousands of people, and had a happy ending. After three years, they had two children, and five years, they had three children."

"Oh, they are really powerful..."

The little girl complained, rolling her eyes and saying, "Oh my god, please let me go, Xiao Xu. Even if I find a potato chip here and cut my wrists, hang myself with a noodle, or climb to the top floor with my bare hands and jump off, I will never hand this thing over to this crew, okay?"

"Yes, you are right. From some perspectives, film and television dramas are indeed more influential than our intangible cultural heritage-themed games. I do want to spread this legend - but no matter how much I want to spread it, I am not so desperate as to do anything, right?"

"That's right, that's right..." The little girl felt extremely guilty, and her head was almost stuck in the ground as she spoke.

Lu Shinian on the side saved the recording on his mobile phone contentedly - after not seeing him for a few years, he was still at his peak... Oh no, Senior Yang's mouth was still so ferocious and sharp. He had to keep a careful record of the teaching footage on the spot.

"So...ah." Yang·Potato Chips·Yan·Emperor·An, who once again killed nine generations of his clan with a bag of potato chips, sighed and raised his hand to poke Xu Yichi's forehead with hatred.

"Really, Xiao Xu, I was thinking that we have just known each other for a short time, so I don't want to explain this to you in such depth and detail."

"I was afraid of scaring you, and I was also afraid that your stubborn and feudal little brain would not be able to accept my idea all of a sudden...but you are really too entangled, kid."

"Forget it. I'm just going to be straightforward today and tell you everything directly."

　Comrade Dianfeng has a good mouth, lend me one.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)