Return to Hong Kong Island for a Century

Chapter 17: Door-to-Door (Second update, please collect, read, and vote)
"I wonder if people in this world can accept it?" Li Song wrote two thousand words and spent a full two hours, mainly revising the beginning. After reading the beginning, Li Song felt a little worried again.

Li Song plans to turn this science fiction novel into a virtual science fiction universe, and Transformers will definitely copy it.

Of course, at the beginning, there is only a simple background explanation, and then the protagonist fails the exam and cannot serve in the interstellar fleet. Originally, the protagonist could be assigned to the ground forces, but if the ground forces are written later, it will involve the political structure, and it would not be good to write that by myself at that time.

So I wrote Free Mercenaries so that I could ignore this aspect.

Because this era is the time when the confrontation between the East and the West is the most intense, the 81st military exercise of our northern neighbor next year will make the whole world tremble.

Of course, it was precisely because of this that the mainland and Amei had a brief honeymoon period.

So I can’t write about anything related to politics now.

"How about writing a fantasy novel?" Li Song was undecided because the times were different and who knew how it would be accepted?
"How about writing a martial arts novel?" Li Song was confused.

Martial arts novels are widely accepted because people know what they are about after reading them, while there are many things in science fiction novels that people don’t understand after reading them.

Therefore, it is impossible to form a picture in the mind, which affects the reading experience.

Of course, there is also the promotion of TV series and movies. The filming cost of science fiction novels and martial arts novels are not at the same level at all.

"Forget it, I'll write a few thousand more words, make it 10,000 words, and send it to the newspaper editor first." Li Song looked at the 2,000 words he had already written and felt reluctant to give them up, so he simply continued writing.

I wrote until three in the morning and wrote a total of six thousand words.

Then I went to sleep. The alarm clock rang at 7:30 the next morning, and I got up to wash up.

Arlene arrived at eight o'clock. She was wearing a beige sweater, white pants, white sneakers, and long hair draped over her shoulders, giving people the feeling of long flowing hair.

"Brother Song." Alin has already regarded Li Song's job as a normal part-time job.

"Alin is here, come in." Li Song also treated it with a normal attitude, because there were too many things in his mind, and it was complicated.

Arlene had no ill feelings towards Li Song, because during their time together, Li Song always kept his distance and never said anything frivolous.

Of course, Arlene didn't know that Li Song was socially anxious. After all, she had spent most of her time at home in her previous life and had almost no social interaction.

"Brother Song, after I graduate from high school in July this year, I won't be able to work part-time anymore. I'll have to look for a job then." Alin said to Li Song during the break.

"Okay, I'll find another one when the time comes." Li Song nodded while writing English silently.

Arlene didn't care about Li Song's answer at all, because Li Song would only answer a question if she asked it, and would not take the initiative to chat if she didn't ask.

"Idiot!" Arlene defined Li Song as an idiot in her mind.

Alin is very beautiful, so many boys approach her, not to mention in this kind of environment, but Li Song seems to be unable to see his own beauty.

After a good rest, he continued teaching. At noon, Li Song went downstairs to buy roast goose and waited for it to eat. He got up late this morning and had no time to buy vegetables.

Arlene left in the afternoon and will have to wait until next Saturday to come back to teach Li Song Cantonese and English.

After Li Song sent Alin away, he continued writing.

Monday, December 10, 1979!

Li Song got up in the morning, looked at the 12,000-word manuscript he had written, and then prepared to go out.

Li Song is preparing to submit his article today.

After a few months in Hong Kong, Li Song had already learned from the content of the newspapers that they too had biases. In fact, the same thing happened in 2080: some media outlets specialized in reporting negative news, while others picked out positive stories.

Of course, the political stance of these newspapers in this time and space is more obvious.

Li Song chose the New Evening News, a publication under the Ta Kung Pao. Many famous writers have serialized their novels in it.

And there was nothing wrong with this stance. Li Song did not go directly to the New Evening News, but chose to send it by mail.

As someone who doesn't like dealing with people, I would never meet in person if I can send it by mail, and I would never go downstairs if I can order takeout.

"I don't know what to do. Should I write another fantasy novel?" Li Song certainly knew the famous Harry Potter.

However, Li Song just thought about it and decided to continue writing this science fiction for the time being.

What Li Song didn't know was that the New Evening News later ceased publication.

The New Evening News has published "Dragon and Tiger Fight in Beijing", "The Book and the Sword" and so on.

Li Song was writing while waiting for the bounty task from the second-hand platform.

I was actually quite nervous. Not only was I worried about whether something would go wrong with the bounty mission, but I was also worried about whether my novel submission would be approved.

The key is that I don’t have much money in reality.

"But don't worry. After receiving the reward, we still need to apply for a patent."

"Then we have to get it from the mainland to the Science and Technology Commission for review."

"It will take several months to go back and forth. If the novel goes well, I can save some money." Li Song only had a rough plan in his mind, no specific plan, and he didn't know how things would develop for the time being.

"If science fiction doesn't work, then write fairy tales or Western fantasy novels. If that doesn't work, then copy tomb-raiding novels." Li Song knows a lot about these novels because most free games are adapted from novels.

There are also some old zombie movies and the like.

"Actually, if I have money, I can make movies."

"But I'm afraid I won't be able to win an international award if I make a movie myself." Li Song has this self-awareness.

If you want to win an international award, you must first be able to make your butt crooked before you can go.

By that time, if I develop engines or something in the mainland, the West will not have enough time to ban me, so how can I make a name for myself?

I'm afraid they are all slandering my bad reputation, but it doesn't matter. I don't need Western technology anyway. As long as this bounty is successful, I can offer more bounties later.

There is no bottleneck, of course there will be a fierce battle in business, but Li Song has set his sights on the huge market of the mainland. Only Li Song knows how many cars and mobile phones there are in the mainland, and what the Internet dividend is, which is population plus economic foundation.

It's just that the population is useless.

But an economic foundation alone is useless without population.

Wednesday, December 12, 1979, was two days since Li Song mailed the manuscript of his novel.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Li Song heard the doorbell. He put down the sequel outline of the interstellar novel he was writing and got up to open the door.

"Excuse me, may I ask, does Mr. Li Song live here?" Li Song opened the inner door and saw a young man in his thirties wearing a suit, tie and glasses through the retractable sliding security door and asked.

(End of this chapter)