Chapter 89 - Chapter 89: Chapter 88: What Are You Looking At? (Request for first subscription) (2/2)
She just kept on reading.
For a long time.
Xia Qingqing finished reading and took a deep breath.
“How is it?”
Lin Chuan asked.
Xia Qingqing took a sip of jasmine tea and thought seriously before speaking, “I think the perspective of your novel is very different.”
“Tell me more,” Lin Chuan said with a smile.
After a moment of thought, Xia Qingqing said, “As a Cyber Police officer, the cases of fraud I usually come across are from the victim’s perspective, and the occasional anti-fraud novels I’ve seen are also told from the perspective of the victim or police. This is the first time I’ve seen a story unfold from the perspective of a fraud salesman.”
“Indeed.”
Lin Chuan took a sip of tea and nodded.
Few novels start a story from the perspective of the perpetrator, the Fraud Salesman, with a major reason being that most web novel writers struggle to understand the experiences and psychological journeys of fraud salesmen.
They also find it hard to imagine the evil and terror within the factories.
The information seen online is just the tip of the iceberg.
The true hell has not yet been revealed.
Xia Qingqing continued, “The perspective of a fraud salesman gives me a refreshing feeling. Compared to the perspectives of the police and the victims, it allows the readers to have a more comprehensive view and to clearly see the entire process of the salesmen committing fraud. It’s very realistic and relatable, and I think this could be a novel of great social value.”
Lin Chuan was slightly moved and surprised, and laughed, “I didn’t expect you to have such deep insights into web novels.”
Lin Chuan was a web novel writer.
Many people fail to understand this profession, or rather, most do not even consider it a profession.
There are strong stereotypes about web novel writers:
Jobless vagrants, idling away; cooped up at home, glued to the computer, slovenly, unsociable; incomes highly unstable, without benefits or social security…
Summed up in several key words: poor, unattractive, lethargic, unambitious, unstable, only knowing how to please oneself.
This was not a summation based on extensive data research by Lin Chuan; it was how his mother often criticized him.
Lin Chuan really wanted to retort to his mother: ‘This profession is actually very stable, stably poor, stably headed for a flop.’
But let’s get back to the point.
For Lin Chuan to find someone outside of his profession who recognized the value of his work and the creative value of his novels was an extremely difficult feat.
As hard as the path through Sichuan, as impossible as ascending to Heaven.
That was why, when Xia Qingqing said, ‘this could be a novel of great social value,’ Lin Chuan’s heartstrings were struck.
Heaven knows how much that statement impacted a web novel writer!
Like Ziqi unto Boya, like the running stream to the towering mountain.
“Is that so?”
Xia Qingqing smiled happily.
Little did she know, this was the result of her racking her brain, searching through all the vocabulary she had, to come up with the relatively professional terms.
To be honest, she had used all the skills her Chinese teacher had taught her in these few sentences.
Of course, her words came from the heart.
Lin Chuan earnestly looked at the girl in front of him.
The shoulder-length hair suited her very well, complemented by a delicate oval face, with brows like a painting, a perky nose, wearing a light blue T-shirt and a black casual thin coat that highlighted her slender, fair neck. Her whole person exuded the aura of youth, lively and pure.
No wonder when she entered the shop, she caught the attention of everyone there.
Indeed she was beautiful.
“What are you looking at?”
Xia Qingqing noticed Lin Chuan’s gaze, pursed her lips, and her pair of clear eyes blinked.
Lin Chuan came to his senses, smiled, and deflected the question, “I’m looking at the night scenery by the riverside, the galaxy in the sky, the beautiful scenes of the world.”