After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 276 Is About Death?
In the eyes of Chinese people, red represents auspiciousness, joy, vigor and passion.
Every New Year's day, every household is decorated with lanterns and festoons, and red lanterns are hung high.
Red is the most beautiful Chinese red. I am willing to send China with my heart and give the years to the mountains and rivers.

And this email from the White House coincided with today's day, the Chinese New Year!

However, this is not what Doris deliberately did. She doesn't have a deep understanding of Chinese New Year culture.

The email appears "big red" because it is from abroad. The system defaults that it has a virus, and the red mark is to remind the email owner.

"Cousin, open it quickly and let us read the text, what did the president of the United States tell you."

If it was left in the first two hours, my cousin would not let his cousin open it, but now... he is more anxious than anyone else.

"OK."

Chen Tianhong clicked to open the email very quickly, he was not in a hurry, he was afraid that his mother would give her a bad brain again.

"Hello, respected Mr. Hongwen, President Besley of the United States liked your "Three-Body Problem" very much after reading it. If you have the third part of "Three-Body Problem" in your hand, please send it to us. If you have The English version is the best."

See the email, please reply as soon as possible, Presidential Social Secretary, Doris!

The text of the email did not contain the tirade that my cousin and the others had imagined, nor did it appear in the tone of the president, and it was sent in the name of Doris.

To be honest, they were a little disappointed. Cousin and Mingming put down their mobile phones that were about to take pictures.

Although the email is from the White House, there is a big gap between the president's reminder and the secretary's reminder.

Chen Tianhong was not surprised. Under normal circumstances, presidents rarely send emails to people in person, unless they are the prime ministers of other countries, so their identities are equal.

Like the former Obama administration, it was also through the staff of the White House.

After thinking about it, Chen Tianhong began to edit and reply to the email, which took a total of 1 minute.

"Tianhong, isn't it a little perfunctory for you to reply to the email! Don't you type two more words?"

Father Chen Zhide saw that his son didn't type much, so he couldn't help reminding him.

"Yes, Tianhong, although the email was sent by the secretary of the president, it was arranged by the president! It's too perfunctory."

The uncle also said aloud.

Chinese people are very social etiquette, even answering emails will take it into consideration.

"It's okay, the word count is about the same as theirs! Just express your meaning."

Chen Tianhong re-read the edited email and clicked send without making any changes.

Not to mention the president's secretary, even if the president personally sent an email, Chen Tianhong would not deliberately say anything more.

There are more readers who remind you to update, and people remind you to give rewards. What's wrong with your president? It's nothing more than a special status.

Of course, this is also because it is the president of the United States. If it is replaced by Huaxia, then Chen Tianhong will definitely take it % seriously.

After sending the email, Chen Tianhong took out his phone and called Zou Yingde. First, he said that he had already replied to the email, and second, he wanted to ask about the specific situation.

Not long after Chen Tianhong sent the email, Doris, who was still in the president's office, quickly received a message from the staff.

"Mr. President, Rice said that Mr. Hongwen has responded to the email."

"Get him to my private mailbox immediately."

Besley heard that Ben wanted to get up and go to Rice's office, but after careful calculation, he felt that it would be faster for him to transfer it directly to him.

"Okay, Mr. President."

Doris quickly replied to Rice's message. At this moment, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Hongwen replied to the email.

After she finished sending the message, she found that Mr. President had already turned on his laptop.

After hesitating for a while, Doris also leaned over. She also wanted to know what Hongwen replied.

At this time, Rice had already forwarded the email, and Besley sighed regretfully before he opened the text.

There was no attachment in the forwarded email, which meant that there was no third volume of "Three-Body Problem" he wanted.

Then open the text, the content is written in Chinese characters.

Fortunately, Besley had taken Chinese as an elective when he was in college, so he was not so proficient, but it was still possible to understand some basic characters.

"Hi, Ms. Doris, please tell the President of your country that I haven't finished the third part of "Three-Body Problem" and will start writing it in the near future, but I don't know how to write the English version, so I need you guys Translate yourself."

Thank you Mr. Besley, President of your country, for liking "Three-Body Problem", Chen Tianhong!

"I will start writing in the near future. I will translate Chen Tianhong myself"

Besley learned three important pieces of information from the email.

The third part of "The Three-Body Problem" has not been written yet, and the Chinese version will be written recently. The author's real name is Chen Tianhong.

The information is basically complete, but it’s a pity that it’s not what he wants to know the most. Besley wants to know how soon the manuscript can be sent to him. It doesn’t matter if it’s a Chinese version, or it’s okay to tell the general setting of the story.

"Mr. President, do you want me to ask Rice to ask for the specific time?"

Doris said empathetically, she could see what the president was thinking.

"No. I'll send it."

Shaking his head, Besley redrafted the email, this time in his own name.

"Old Zou, I know that I will write the third part soon, but it is estimated to take half a month, um, a month! You also know that I am still updating novels online, there are two of them."

Here, Chen Tianhong was still on the phone with Zou Yingde. He didn't get much information, so he knew that "Three-Body" was ranked in the top , and had a chance to win the first place, but there was another personal reminder.

However, he intentionally said it took too long. In fact, with Chen Tianhong's hand speed, it would take at most a week to finish the third part.

As for the updated online "Yangshen" and "The Last Bullet for Me", he has 10,000+ word manuscripts.

It's just that Chen Tianhong doesn't want to be so tiring writing a book. Besides, it's Chinese New Year and it's winter vacation. He wants to spend more time with his family.

"Tianhong! My suggestion is that you should not focus on online articles in the future. Write more novels like "The Three-Body Problem" or "The King of Chess", which will benefit your future literary career."

"Understood, Mr. Zou! Happy New Year!"

Hearing that Zou Yingde was going to repeat the same old tune as his teacher Cao Xingkui, Chen Tianhong ended the topic decisively with a happy new year.

"Hehe, thank you! Happy New Year."

I have to say that his method is quite useful.

After the phone was turned off, before Chen Tianhong could catch his breath, he heard his cousin's high voice, which nearly deafened his ears.

"Cousin! Cousin! There's an email again, it's still from the White House, and the address has changed. Look, look, is it from the president this time?"

Hearing this, Chen Tianhong rolled his eyes and said angrily.

"Do you think that the president of a country is as laid-back as you are! He is too busy dealing with state affairs in a day, how can he have time to answer emails by himself?"

"Snapped"

Before Chen Tianhong could finish his speech, he was hit on the back of the head again. The pain was so painful that it was just a little numb. Don't think it was an education from his mother.

Chen Tianhong also understood very well, so he stopped talking and obediently clicked on the email. He just glanced at it, and instantly stretched his toes.

Fortunately, he was still wearing shoes, otherwise there would be three more bedrooms and one living room in Grandpa's house.

"Hello, Mr. Chen Tianhong, I'm Besley, I've received the email, thank you for your reply. I wonder if it's convenient for you to tell me the general outline of the third story, I'm very curious about the follow-up plot!
Also, please finish writing the third part, and be sure to send the manuscript to my mailbox. "

This email was definitely written in Besley's personal tone, and the remarks behind it can indeed prove his identity.

"Good guy, it seems that Mr. Zou didn't lie to me. The president is really waiting. However, the American president in this world is so idle. I didn't expect that I could be slapped in the face."

Chen Tianhong muttered in his heart.

Fortunately, no one cared about his embarrassment. After seeing the letter from the president, my cousin and cousin were busy taking pictures with their mobile phones.

Chen Zhide was translating the contents of the emails for everyone. The emails sent by Besley were in English, like grandma, grandpa, Liu Yanhong, and auntie, they didn't understand them very well.

Seeing that no one talked about himself, Chen Tianhong gradually stretched his toes and began to edit the email. This time the number of words was slightly more.

"Hello, Mr. President, the name of the third part is "Three-Body III: Death's End". In this part, the struggle between human civilization and Three-Body civilization will continue. If I have to describe it, maybe so It can be described in one sentence.

【Death is an eternal beacon, no matter where you sail, you will eventually turn towards it.Everything will pass away, only death will live forever! 】

I will send it to Mr. President’s mailbox after I finish the draft soon. Thank you again for your liking for The Three-Body Problem, Chen Tianhong! "

"The end of Death's End? Death, God of Death. Is the God of Death written in the third part?"

Besley subconsciously read out the key words. In this email, Chen Tianhong added an English translation to [Eternal Death].

"Mr. President, are you okay?"

Doris didn't respond to the content of the email. She hadn't seen "Three-Body Problem", so naturally she didn't have any sense of substitution.

It can be seen that the president keeps saying "death" and "death". This word is quite scary.

Besley didn't hear what Doris said, and his eyes fell on the sentence in the email.

Suddenly, he vaguely caught something, but it was like looking at a flower in a fog, and he didn't quite understand it.

Sitting quietly, he couldn't open his mind, so Besley stood up, walked around the office twice, still hazy, and finally came to the window and looked at the starry sky.

At this time, apart from the stars still twinkling in the sky, the others explain the darkness. The fragmentary light, like fireflies in the dark night, implies a word.

Those are the words in the first part of "The Three-Body Problem", and they are also the most representative, "You are bugs"

This is the essence of the first part.

Looking further into the depths, nothing but darkness. It is still darkness, and as time goes by, it will become darker and darker
"It's so fucking dark."

This is what the battleship crew complained about in the second part.

Besley also complained in his heart, and he also remembered the famous sentence.

That sentence that runs through the full text of the second, suffocating, cosmic law that trembles from the soul, "Dark Forest".
We are all hunters, and we must walk quietly in the dark forest.

Then Chen Tianhong has already given him the representative quote of the third part, which is the sentence just now.

God of death lives forever!

The shock is the shock from the depths of the soul!
He suddenly understood that humans, even Luo Ji, the protagonist of the second film, thought that the sun would still rise after setting, and that the darkness was only temporary, and the dawn would eventually come.

As everyone knows, in fact, for the universe, all civilizations, even time, space, darkness, and light are only temporary, so what is eternal?

Ha ha is death!
"Mr. President, are you okay?"

Doris asked aloud again. She saw the president's expression was very bad, and she wanted to call the doctor to come over for a checkup.

"Oh. It's okay. It's okay. I just thought I was a little fascinated by the plot of the novel. Miss Liz, go and rest! I'll go back to the bedroom later."

Besley regained his senses, and the secretary's reminder brought him back to reality from the suffocation of "death".

He dare not look at the darkness of the starry sky anymore, because at the end is death.
"Mr. President, are you really okay?"

Doris was still a little worried.

"Hehe, it's okay, it's really okay, it's just a novel, it's not like that"

Besley said pretending to be relaxed, and showed a "sunny" smile to the secretary.

Maybe the smile really infected Doris, or out of trust in the president, she didn't say anything, bowed slightly, and left the office.

After the secretary left, the smile on Besley's face dissipated, and what appeared on the surface was thick, and even a trace of fear.

It is the fear of death that people have, which has nothing to do with the level of status. It is a noun that any thinking person, even animals, will feel fear of.

After a long time, Besley laughed at himself. He said that it would not be possible, but was substituted by the novel. At this time, his mood calmed down a lot.

Walking back to the computer, he edited another email, this time with very little content, only one sentence.

"Mr. Chen Tianhong, please write the third part as soon as possible, and the manuscript must be sent to me!"

After sending, he shut down the computer, and the email probably won't be answered.

Besley turned off the light, and the office was completely dark. The darkness made him feel a sense of fear, and he hurriedly left. He was going to the warm and bright bedroom.

"Cousin, please tell me about "The Three-Body Problem". What exactly is the Three-Body Problem?"

"Cousin, didn't you see Tianhong's reply! The Three-Body Problem should refer to an alien civilization, but why is the alien civilization called the Three-Body Problem? Please tell me, cousin."

"Tianhong, what are you writing about? Didn't you say it was a science fiction novel? Why is it still death, death, it looks like a horror novel."

"Tianhong, tell uncle the story of "The Three-Body Problem""

"son."

"grandson."

Here, after Chen Tianhong sent the email, he was stunned by the inquisitive inquiries from his family members. At the beginning, he could still hear everyone's voice, and wanted to reply.

But everyone's problems were endless, and he couldn't teach them at all. In the end, he saw the mouths of his family members opening and closing, but he couldn't hear any sound.

Fortunately, the arrival of Besley's second email made everyone temporarily shut up.

After seeing the content of the email again, Chen Tianhong was secretly happy, now he is saved.

"Ahem. You have seen it too. People are anxious to see it. Dad, Mom, grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, cousins, why don't you go out first, I have to write."

The family members looked at each other and thought that what Chen Tianhong said was reasonable, so they chose to leave and left the study to Chen Tianhong.

Don't worry, let Tianhong write it first, and then ask when we are eating.

And what Chen Tianhong thought in his heart was that everyone's attention must be on the show and the party during the meal.

In this way, the world seems to have quieted down, and the only thing left is the pleasant sound of typing on the keyboard in the study.
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