My Web Novel System - Chapter 38

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“What’s Dunbar saying? Chinese?”

“It sounds polite, right?”

“Is there a translator here?”

At this time, the man on the broadcast was translating the words of the Chinese literary guest.

“Hmm, it is indeed polite words.”

However, why did the Chinese guest look so glum at this moment?

In the next second, the female translator translated Dunbar’s words.

“What’s the matter?”

“Just this?”

“Who are you to tell me what to do?”

Everyone was stunned.

“Was the translation was wrong?”

However when they saw that the famous guest’s face turned red as he spoke.

Everyone realized that this was really an argument.

Dunbar had a confused look on his face as he thought, ‘I was being polite, why is this old man so anxious.’

The Chinese guest also fought back in English.

At this time, a few men in suits and sunglasses appeared in the crowd and said to Dunbar, “Mr. Dunbar, you are a suspect for falsifying online data, please come with us.”

Everyone was stunned.

“What the hell is this?”

“Why are the police here?”

Dunbar did not dare to be arrogant in front of the police.

Dunbar settled his emotions and said, “Okay, I’ll go with you for the investigation.”

The commotion seemed to end just like that.

Awards party at night.

Fang Yuan and Stephen King became the focus of attention.

It was found that the rankings for Dunbar’s “Ghosthand” were falsified and related to two editors of Penguin Publishing.

This caused a sensation on the internet.

As a result, “Ghosthand” was also removed from the website.

Fang Yuan wrote two of the top three books while Stephen King was the author of “Carrie”. Before this book, Stephen King did not have any other famous works.

The two of them held a glass of red wine and clinked it with each other.

“Mr. Fang Yuan, I really admire your imagination to be able to write such groundbreaking works that I’ve never seen before.” Stephen King praised him.

Fang Yuan drank a sip of wine and said, “Stephen, you and I are both writers. Since we managed to cross paths, I consider you my friend and brother. You’re also older than me, so there’s really no need to be so polite with me. Just call me bro or Fang Yuan.”

Stephen was flattered because he did not get any recognition from anyone thus far in his writing career.

He had submitted hundreds of manuscripts, none of which had been approved by an editor.

Stephen was only slightly famous now because of this book, but his future was still unknown.

Usually, many writers would run out of inspiration after publishing a book, and would not produce anymore great works.

Stephen King was distressed about this because he had no idea what kind of book he should write next.

“Fang Yuan, you’re a great person. I used to think that those famous writers were all very arrogant and unapproachable like Dunbar. I never thought that a writer of your level would be so down-to-earth!”

Fang Yuan smiled and said, “It’s because I know that the path of a writer can be lonely, so isn’t it better if we all become friends to support each other?”

Stephen King had never been treated like this, so he was quite emotional.

The young man in front of him was the author of the three great books, “The Coiling Dragon”, “Candle in the Tomb”, and “The Lost Tomb”.

“Fang Yuan, I don’t understand one thing. How did you maintain such inspiration? All three of your books that were published not long ago are legendary works. In the future, there might be very few who could surpass your books. I truly admire your inspiration because you churned out all these works in less than a month!”

Stephen King was telling the truth.

Writers were all lonely. Some writers became famous when they were young, and their inspiration dried up when they were middle-aged. Most fell into a slump, smoked marijuana, became alcoholics, or even committed suicide because they could not produce any more good works.

They intoxicated themselves to numb their minds.

This was what happened to most writers who could not surpass their own peak.

Fang Yuan frowned and said seriously, “A writer’s inspiration comes from life, it’s basically the accumulation of knowledge and experience. If you haven’t experienced it or you don’t understand it, how can you write such a theme? ”

Both of their hearts lit up at the same time.

Fang Yuan said, “A story comes from one’s own experiences, but a writer without inspiration is like locking yourself in a cage. Just like Dunbar, who is originally a talent that could be molded. Since he thought too highly of himself, he lacked inspiration and locked himself in a cage, so he could not produce good works.”

Stephen King frowned and had a feeling that Fang Yuan’s words had a hidden meaning, but he could not think of the key point.

What exactly was this cage of inspiration?

“How can a writer release himself from this cage of inspiration?”

Seeing how philosophical Stephen King was, Fang Yuan shook his head. This was a common problem of writers.

What they could not figure out would often bug them incessantly.

“Since you can’t figure out, why don’t you write a book about prison because it’s a cage?”

Stephen King’s eyes lit up.

“A prison is a physical and mental cage. When a person is in prison, they yearn for freedom. I think there are many things to write about because of the conflicting themes in prison.”

“Fang Yuan, that’s genius!”

Stephen stood up excitedly and bowed to Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan quickly got up and returned the bow.

[ Ding! The host’s reputation value has increased by 1000 points. ]

[ Ding! The host’s reputation with Stephen King has reached Worship Level. The host will be rewarded 50% of Stephen King’s reputation points from future published works. ]

The two notifications from the system made Fang Yuan very happy.

Although Fang Yuan’s hints were very accurate, it was just based on his past life. If Stephen King’s book was not as wonderful as his previous life, then he would be in trouble for hinting too much.

For Stephen King, it was better to teach a man to fish than fish for him, which was what Fang Yuan decided to do.

“Stephen, perhaps you can write about a man who was wrongly convicted of a crime and was sentenced to life imprisonment. That would be a starting point. You can make the protagonist stand out from the rest of the prisoners and gradually influences the other prisoners to want to be free. Hope may not be a good thing for some prisoners. Think about it, what kind of life will a prisoner live after getting back out to society without anyone watching over everything they do? Although the protagonist is in prison, his cage of thoughts is actually more frightening because his inspiration dried up. The final redemption is the redemption of his thoughts.”

Stephen King and Sherry, who had just walked over, were both stunned.

Fang Yuan easily summarized the essence of a book in a few sentences.

What kind of crazy talent was that?

Stephen King was simply amazed by Fang Yuan.

He was about to say something to express his gratitude, but he did not have the chance at this moment.

Fang Yuan picked up the phone.

“Hello, is this Mr. Fang Yuan? I am the Director of Shawshank Prison. I heard that you’re a great writer. Recently, I heard that one of our inmates who was released read your novel and got clean. I’m also a fan of your book, ‘The Coiling Dragon’, so I would like to invite you to be a guest speaker at Shawshank Prison.”