ROSGT ## Chapter 152: Truly a Human Writing Machine
## Chapter 152: Truly a Human Writing Machine
That evening, Ye Chui returned to his room and sent a communication request to his father, Ye Haishan, forwarding the design documents given to him by Qian Xiaomai.
More than half an hour later, Ye Haishan reconnected with Ye Chui, sounding quite excited. "Hammer, who designed this? The template customization device was supposed to be just a research instrument, useful for research purposes only. But this design repurposes the half-completed device to produce core components, turning waste into treasure. This design would take at least several weeks, if not months, to come up with, wouldn't it?"
"Dad, your project failed only a couple of days ago. How could anyone spend several months designing this?" Ye Chui laughed. "It only took half a day to come up with this design."
"Who is this talented person?" Ye Haishan was shocked.
"She's a genius I know. She also designed the game console," Ye Chui said with a smile. "Dad, I want to build a factory to produce these game consoles. What do you think?"
"Produce these game consoles?" Ye Haishan was hesitant. "These game consoles are mainly for playing games, but... portable brain computers are so popular now. Can these consoles sell well?"
"Dad, don't worry about that. Although portable brain computers are convenient, most of them are worn on the wrist. My game requires both hands to operate, which makes it inconvenient to play on a portable brain computer. In fact, many people online are already asking manufacturers to produce dedicated gaming devices. So, anyone who loves gaming won't miss out on this console."
Ye Chui explained. Knowing that his father was cautious, he continued, "Dad, if you think it's not a good idea, you can conduct some market research first."
"No need," Ye Haishan suddenly smiled. "I trust you. Haha, you're doing so well in game development, much better than I am. Just in time, I plan to resign from the factory and join you in making these game consoles! I have some connections in the factory setup area."
Hearing his father's agreement, Ye Chui was very happy. He had full confidence in the profitability of producing handheld consoles. A popular handheld console could bring in billions in profit. He couldn't trust anyone else with such a lucrative opportunity.
He was more than happy to have his father resign and help him. Ye Chui then discussed the details of the handheld console factory with Ye Haishan. The production line designed by Qian Xiaomai would take some time to fully implement, but Ye Chui wasn't in a rush and left everything to his father to handle.
After finalizing things with his father, Ye Chui saw that it was already midnight. As usual, Fang Nan brought him a basin of hot water for soaking his feet. Afterward, Ye Chui lay on the bed intending to sleep but thought of Bai Miyun. He contacted her via his brain computer.
Bai Miyun hadn't come downstairs all day after the incident. During dinner, Fang Nan brought her meal upstairs and mentioned to Ye Chui that she seemed a bit off. Ye Chui figured she was scared and wanted to comfort her. However, Bai Miyun, unaware of what had happened, simply asked Ye Chui, "What movie were you guys watching today? There were police cars and helicopters, and it was so loud."
She even included a smiley face emoji in her message.
"..." Ye Chui was at a loss for words at her response. He replied, "Yeah, it was a cop movie, with planes and cars. Not interesting at all."
He then asked, "Nan Nan said you seemed a bit down. What's wrong?"
"It's the script for *The East Is Red*. I can't seem to capture the feeling you described," she replied with a sad face emoji.
Some people seem aloof in person but are quite different online. Bai Miyun was one of those people. Seeing her reply, Ye Chui could almost picture her mischievous expression.
However, her reply left Ye Chui in a bit of a dilemma. Bai Miyun wasn't a professional screenwriter. Although he had told her the plot and highlights of *The East Is Red*, he couldn't be sure she could turn the hilarious story into a script. Moreover, Ye Chui himself wasn't an expert in this area, so he couldn't solve the problem.
He climbed out of bed, pondering. He messaged Bai Miyun, "Send me what you've written so far. Let me take a look."
"Okay." Shortly after, Ye Chui received Bai Miyun's script. He had told her the story of *The East Is Red* just two days ago, and she had already written one-third of the script, over ten thousand words, while still working on *The Legend of the Condor Heroes* and participating in game development. He had to admire her as a human writing machine. If other online writers had her speed, updating ten chapters a day would be no problem.
Ye Chui quickly browsed through the script and closed his eyes to think. The script followed the story he had told, but it still felt off. After a while, Ye Chui realized the problem: it wasn't absurd enough! Some of the comedic points weren't funny enough and were too serious.
How could he make Bai Miyun understand this issue? Ye Chui quickly thought of a solution. "I know what's wrong," he messaged Bai Miyun.
She quickly replied with a questioning emoji. Ye Chui continued, "The script and a novel are different. Your plot is correct, but it's not funny enough. It lacks the comedic scenes."
"What should I do then?" she asked.
"Let me give you a method. It'll work for sure," Ye Chui replied with a smile. "Let's use an example. I plan to have Fang Xi play Hong Qigong and Robert play Ouyang Feng. Imagine their first meeting. It would be hilarious, right?"
In the imagined scene, Fang Xi, rejected by his junior sister, stood on the edge of a cliff with a sorrowful expression, saying to the sky, "Heaven is jealous of talent! Today is the last day for me, Hong Qi, a beautiful man, to live in this world. I can't bear the blow of rejection!" Then, he jumps off the cliff, landing right on Robert, who had just climbed up...
The comedic effect would be tremendous. Ye Chui couldn't help but laugh. Bai Miyun quickly sent back a laughing emoji and said, "That's really funny. I know what to do now. I'll rewrite it and finish the script soon."
"Okay," Ye Chui replied. After some thought, he worriedly said, "But don't push yourself too hard. Don't wear yourself out."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of myself," Bai Miyun replied. "I'll start working on the script now. Bye." She sent a waving emoji.
Bai Miyun really liked the set of emojis Ye Chui had designed for her, which made him feel like he was using a chat app from another world. However, Ye Chui was also worried that she might overwork herself. He didn't want her to fall ill from working so hard on writing novels and scripts for him.
"I'll ask Nan Nan to make her some nutritious food tomorrow," he thought. Ye Chui had advised her not to push herself too hard when she was writing *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*, saying a few thousand words a day was enough for serialization. But Bai Miyun truly loved writing. Once she found a story she wanted to tell, she couldn't stop, maintaining a pace of twenty thousand words a day while ensuring quality.
Understanding this, Ye Chui could only let her be and sighed. If only the writers from the other world had her speed, readers would be so happy.
The next day, Ye Chui's father, Ye Haishan, submitted his resignation to the factory. Disillusioned by the indifference of the factory leaders over the failed project, he had no attachment to the place he had worked for decades. However, Ye Haishan was surprised that many workers who had worked with him for years also resigned upon hearing that he was starting his own factory. This meant that Ye Chui didn't need to worry about hiring workers for his handheld console factory.
Ye Chui's investment in the Jixiang Wonton Shop also officially opened and was doing well. Hong Yong and his gang of small-time troublemakers went there daily to support the business, successfully boosting the shop's popularity. Although the nearby schools hadn't reopened yet, business was already booming.
Chen Lao'er was extremely grateful in his communications with Ye Chui, saying that with the current growth, they could soon prepare for chain stores. Mo Feng, the mysterious man Ye Chui had earmarked as his future ace enforcer, was doing a great job at the wonton shop. With his discipline, Hong Yong's gang had also become much more well-behaved, indirectly removing a menace for the nearby schools.
Three days after Wang Shiyu moved into Ye Chui's workshop, Lin Xiangfeng met with a sullen-looking man in a dimly lit hotel room. "I heard you have quite a reputation in the assassin world, known as Blood Fox? I like that name. Here's fifty thousand yuan and a photo of the target. Kill him, and I'll give you the remaining fifty thousand," Lin Xiangfeng said, pushing an anonymous check and a photo toward the man.
Blood Fox carefully inspected the check before pocketing it. He then picked up the photo, studied it for a few moments, and lit it with a lighter. Lin Xiangfeng's face changed slightly. "You burned the photo?"
"I've memorized his face," Blood Fox replied coldly. Lin Xiangfeng laughed coldly. "Professional enough."