Durin's Diary

Chapter 492: Use force
The response from the medical line was that there was no problem, and Lina and Anta would provide cheap goods to medical institutions every year.

The only reason the prices have gone up is that the people of Sidney are doing so well.

When Du Lin heard this answer, it seemed like a fairy tale - until he got the analysis report from the grassland elves.

This analysis report shows that the income of the Sidney people has been on an upward curve in the past twenty years, and before Dulin appeared, there were only four types of entertainment options for the middle and lower classes in the countries of the Western Continent.

Sleeping at home, going to the bar, playing cards and buying prostitutes.

Sleeping at home will only increase the population by one, which is actually a good thing.

But the latter three are a mixed bag, masterpieces that fully utilize their social ecological niches, while things like the smiling mushroom are characterized by being passed from person to person.

As time went by, more and more people began to take the drug. Fortunately, the smiling mushroom powder on the market was of poor quality and the price was high, so many people couldn't even afford a second dose, and the addiction rate was not high.

I think we should give the townspeople some real fun.

At least we can prevent more people from going down the path of no return. As for the problem of addiction, it can be solved by combining science and magic.

Du Lin was deeply impressed by the topic of Daju and Shiyi.

Here's my question, I remember we saw the record player in the pub in the big woodland, right, and that put the music together.

At the same time, we also need to talk about the harm of the Smiley Mushroom. It is a last resort to use it on the battlefield to keep seriously injured soldiers alive, but it is not allowed to be used in the rear. I really can't stand it.

As expected of a product made in southern Thailand, Eleven naturally dislikes this stuff.

·People in this era still like to read. I have books in my database. Let’s copy a few more so that people who like to stay at home can have some fun.

Daju also came up with a solution.

Du Lin nodded.

I can see that I can't rest at all.

·Those who are capable should work harder. People like you who love this land should write more and do more.

Daju was a little gloating.

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Just do it.

Mr. Yan has to supervise the alchemist to prevent him from becoming a scary character like Chang Tang in Breaking Bad.

Du Lin wondered what the Breaking Bad Master of Changtang meant. Only then did he learn from Mr. Yan that Breaking Bad Master was the highest "title" given by the people of Changtang to alchemists who had gone astray, but usually no one could survive to receive this "honor."

Unless the alchemist can still retain his humanity and use his life's learning on the enemies of the Chang Tang people.

As soon as he returned to the forest, Du Lin devoted himself wholeheartedly to literary and artistic work.

Just five days.

Du Lin copied the entire book One Hundred Years of Solitude.

In order to get this bowl of dumplings, Du Lin had to find the corresponding characters from this world, and finally chose the Francis family to graft the story of the whole book.

On the day the manuscript was completed, Du Lin invited Secretary Derek Francis to take a look at it.

Years later, as Mr. Cassel St. Francis faced the firing squad, he would always remember that afternoon long ago when his father took him to discover ice.

This opening line brought the old Gany to tears.

Du Lin wrote this book based on his family.

The only ones left in this family now are Secretary Drake Francis and his grandchildren.

All his children were sacrificed in the past.

After reading it briefly in one breath, Secretary Draco Francis took a deep breath and hugged Du Lin.

"I'm afraid the Francis family will never be able to repay your kindness."

"I just did what an artist should do." Du Lin comforted the old man. This book must be handed over to Farol's publishing house for publication.

But Du Lin also has other books - if One Hundred Years of Solitude is suitable for the physique of baby Farol, then the other book is obviously more suitable for you in the north.

That is the Count of Monte Cristo.

It took Dulin a week to finalize all the content. Of course, Dulin did not forget to change the name and then invited the old elf from the art center.

The latter seemed a little hesitant when he heard that it was a novel.

But the doctor and the detective written by Du Lin still fascinated everyone for a long time, and finally, the three representatives of the art center arrived as promised.

Then they spent two days quietly reading the entire book.

By this time, the game in the big forest had already ended.

"We'll split the profit 50-50, what do you think?" the old elf decided.

"30/70, I'll take 30 and you guys will take 70. Remember to advertise the book more. After all, I've written another book and handed it over to the Farol people."

This sentence was more effective than anything else. The three people from the art center immediately returned.

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Meanwhile, Secretary Sora and Secretary Ace had just finished reading a new book that had just come off the printing press. Secretary Ace put the book down, his only thought being, "What kind of goblin is this Dulin?"

"What is a fairy?" Anne Clegane, his lover asked curiously.

"I know this. It's a borrowed word from the Chang Tang Dynasty, referring to beings like monsters and aliens. The meaning is simple: Mr. Du Lin... is a little... beyond the scope of humanity. Do you understand, Madam Anne?"

"I understand. You two should just say he's incredibly clever and close to being a demon." As a grassland elf, Annie understood more than the two old men. "I didn't quite understand it the first time I read it, but I instinctively felt it was really well written."

"I heard that the Sidneys also got a book from Mr. Dulin. Should we ask a messenger to buy a few copies and take a look?"

The Big Three quickly reached a consensus.

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Not long after, Huck looked at the newly printed novel written by hand and took a deep breath.

This book, at first glance, is obviously based on a rural legend of Sidney, and it tells a story from the last dynasty, but the content is written in great detail. How old is he, and how can he know so much? Is there really so much about the past of the human world in the Great Library of the Prairie Elves?

Although Huck has a lot of complaints, the problem is... it's really well written.

The old men at the art center said that a book like this could be passed down from generation to generation if written by one person.

Mr. Dühring already has two of them in his hand, one is called The Doctor and the Detective, and the other is The Count of Mont Blanc.

But this morning his nephew, who was not a worry to him, brought him some news.

Dulin also has a book published in Farol.

The name is One Hundred Years of Solitude.

The Farol literary world is praising it like crazy.

This made Huck very confused, so he went to the art center - he had to ask these old men if they had lowered the price of Du Lin's book.

Then as soon as he entered the door, Huck heard the old men arguing.

But I’m not arguing about why I couldn’t sign this book in the first place.

Instead, the debate is about which of Du Lin's two books this year will win the Sidney Pyrenees Prize, the highest honor in the literary world, and which will win the Sidney Prix de Paris, the longest-standing honor in the literary world.

As for the guest Huck, the old men paid no attention to him at all.

　I forgot the timer, so I gave up.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)