Chapter 262 - Chapter 262: Chapter 189: Could the Little Landlady Really Be a Genius? (Make-up) _2 (1/2)
Chapter 262: Chapter 189: Could the Little Landlady Really Be a Genius? (Make-up) _2
Lin Chuan laughed, looking at Yu Keke, “President Yu’s proficiency in Chinese is very high, already enough to write a novel.”
“I grew up in the country from a young age,” Yu Keke said with a candid smile.
Lin Chuan suddenly realized, “No wonder, my understanding of novels is not very deep, but after hitting the streets for quite a while and reading quite a few books, I should be able to talk theory pretty well.”
“Director Lin is being modest.”
Yu Keke said with a smile, “Actually, I’ve already written the opening 20,000 words for a male-oriented urban genre. I’m taking the opportunity today to ask you to have a look.”
Lin Chuan raised his eyebrows in slight surprise, “You’ve already written it?”
Yu Keke nodded, “Yes, shall I send it to you now?”
“Sure,” Lin Chuan nodded.
The two added each other as friends, and Yu Keke sent the 20,000-word opening to Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan rarely let readers see his drafts; he always felt his own level wasn’t enough.
Only his good brother Old Wang had ever seen them.
Now, a partner and reader, Yu Keke, had asked Lin Chuan for some advice. Both emotionally and rationally, in terms of public and private interests, Lin Chuan had no reason to refuse.
So he decided to take a look.
The 20,000 words were fluidly written, penned with skill, and they roughly described an aspiring young man developing new drugs.
“How is it?”
Yu Keke leaned forward with an expectant look, waiting for the mentor’s critique, without the airs of a general manager.
“It’s very professional, but the story is a bit weak,” Lin Chuan mused for a moment before giving his honest opinion.
Lin Chuan had originally thought that Yu Keke might just be writing casually to satisfy a reader’s dream of writing.
—The authors’ writing is too crappy, let me show off a little!
But unexpectedly, the general manager of Anzhou Pharmaceutical had written with such earnestness and careful craftsmanship visible between the lines; it was clear she took it seriously.
The only minor flaw was the storytelling.
“Storytelling?” Yu Keke revealed a hint of confusion on her face. Indeed, this was a blind spot in her knowledge.
In recent days, she had postponed a lot of her work. Each night, she would devote herself entirely to the novel, and it took quite an effort to write those 20,000 words—killing plenty of brain cells in the process.
“Yes.”
Lin Chuan nodded and explained, “The professional aspect is strong, which will let your readers learn more about your profession. Storytelling, on the other hand, adds to the enjoyment of reading. Just having professionalism without storytelling makes it a bit like a paper or report.”
Yu Keke nodded, half understanding, “So you’re saying, I should add some character conflicts and clashes?”
“You catch on quick,” said Lin Chuan, raising an eyebrow.
This reader seemed to have some real talent.
Yu Keke beamed with joy at the praise, looking at Lin Chuan with some admiration, “Teacher Lin is a great teacher. Should I add some obstacles he encounters while developing new drugs?”
“Right,” Lin Chuan nodded.
The Little Landlady listening to the side also felt as if she was catching on.
However, from constant exposure and deep conversation, she too had come to read quite a bit of web fiction.
In her mind, she attempted to construct a story of her own.
The Little Landlady wrote down the word ‘Drugs’ in her notebook.
Then, glancing at Lin Chuan, she added the word ‘Fake’ in front of ‘Drugs’.
She enjoyed reading crime stories by Lin Chuan.
Selling fake drugs fit right into her reading genre.
—The prison-themed genre.
On the other side, Lin Chuan mentioned to Yu Keke, “Considering the direction of your story, it’s obviously story-oriented, not a ‘short, fast, straight-to-the-point’ type of brainstorming routine story. Thus, you’ll also need a ‘theme’.”
“Theme, could Director Lin elaborate?” Yu Keke earnestly sought advice.
Lin Chuan then explained to Yu Keke what a ‘theme’ entailed.
The Little Landlady listened attentively, murmuring to herself that her novel would need a theme too.
She looked at Lin Chuan.
The current Lin Chuan, spirited and vibrant, was a far cry from his dispirited self when hitting rock bottom.
The Little Landlady seriously pondered for a while.
One of the reasons, apart from her own nourishment, was a crucial factor.
—Money.
The Little Landlady thoroughly agreed with this rationale and turned her gaze to the words ‘Fake Drugs’ in her notebook.
Selling fake drugs was utterly unconscionable, the deed of scum; clearly, this theme wouldn’t work.
She needed to write a theme that involved selling fake drugs but didn’t portray the seller as scum.
The Little Landlady scribbled circles in her notebook, scratching her head, and finally wrote down a sentence: