.The Last Rise: Trial Chapter

Chapter 1: The person who wants to give me a job

I am a writer, or rather a novelist. Novelists usually have a contradictory personality, and I am no exception. On the one hand, I have a very rich imagination, so I can't help but yearn for adventure and travel. But on the other hand, I am a person who is dedicated to comfort. Any change will panic. I like to stay in one place for a long time and face familiar affairs. Therefore, for a long time, I was in a stalemate between fantasy of romanticism and compromise with realism.

It was not until something happened that I finally understood what kind of person I was in my heart. However, before telling this story, I had to remind everyone that this story is too bizarre. If I wrote it in reality, it would be even more sensational and incredible than the third-rate fantasy novels I wrote in the past, so it would inevitably make people feel like pretending.

But after hesitating for a while, I decided to write it out, not for myself, but for a friend I met during the process of this story.

I clearly remember that this story took place in July 2012. The reason I said so was because in the same month that I had just finished my last novel "The Time Traveler and His Daughter". Like my previous work, this book did not bring me the reputation I imagined, nor did it give me a generous reward. It only brought me the income to make a living. Therefore, for a long time after the book was completed, I was hesitating whether to continue my writing career.

Although the profession of novelist has always been my dream, after five years of writing experience, I found that this does not seem to be a "big future" profession. At least for me, success seems a bit infinity. However, on the other hand, because I am used to the disorderly and lazy life of novelists, I am very hesitant about whether to start working 8-10 hours a day from a new beginning, and I go to and from get off work at a fixed time every day. Therefore, during these days, I have neither continued to write nor went out to find a job. Instead, I stayed at home alone, worried about the gradually scarce savings, and at the same time I am confused about the choices for the future.

Although I live in the north in a universal sense, I feel hot in summer. Fortunately, I am hiding in my comfortable home and drinking iced coke, so this little heat will not bother me.

I stayed like this for a few days. At noon that day, I opened the refrigerator door as usual, but found that the Coke had been drunk, so I decided to buy some food.

My home is about a few hundred meters away from the supermarket. I usually choose to walk because I can move a little bit and have not been exercised for a long time.

I bought less than one kilogram of cucumbers, tomatoes of about the same weight, and some crispy pears. Although the prices of vegetables and fruits are rising year by year, I still feel that it is necessary to consume certain foods of this type every day. In addition, I also spent six yuan to buy a fried chicken leg as a small embellishment to improve life during supper.

To be honest, this fried chicken leg is not within my food quota range, so it makes me feel a little painful, which further increases my frustration. As a novelist with an annual output of more than one million words, it is a bit too ironic to feel a painful chicken leg for six yuan each.

I kept thinking about this issue on the way home. The investment and return were disproportionate. The reason was naturally because of rampant piracy. The government did not have any actions or posture to change this situation. Therefore, I felt that maybe I should go back to my old business - being an electrician. I heard that the power company I used to work was recruiting people, and the monthly salary was already 3,000, which was slightly better than my current income. Although it might be harder, it was just right to exercise my body by the way. Why not do it?

I did think so at that time, and even had an impulse to call my past boss immediately when I got home, but what happened afterwards completely made me forget this idea.

When I walked to the door of my house, I accidentally found a man sitting on the cement steps in front of my house.

His dress was very different from the ordinary people I saw on weekdays, which inevitably made me interested. I observed him very carefully. The reason I did this was because during that time I had just finished reading the "Full Works of Sherlock Holmes" written by Conan Doyle, so I became interested in reasoning, so I decided to use the knowledge I just learned to reason about the identity of the person in front of me.

He was covered with a gray hooded cloak, which I had never seen anyone wearing. Except in the movie, his clothes were old-school purple wool sweaters, and his boots were made very exquisitely, but the soles of the boots were covered with mud, and the scratches could be seen, which made me particularly strange, because it had not rained near my house recently, and the road was very dry. He did not carry any luggage around him, and he seemed a little tired, but his spirit was in a state of excitement. Although he looked very calm, his deep worried eyes and his trembling fingers betrayed him.

After summarizing all the details I have observed, I boldly made some reasoning, but I think I still need to confirm whether these reasonings are the real answers.

"Hello, my friend, I think you must have come from a very far place, right?" I waved to the man and stopped in front of him.

"Haha, you guessed it." The man clicked and asked with a smile, "How did you know I came from a very far place?"

"It's just a little trick. This is actually derived from the mud marks on your boots. It hasn't rained here in the past few days, so the mud on your boots is obviously brought from another place, which is raining heavily. Just search for yesterday's weather forecast, I don't think it's difficult to guess where you came from."

The man showed an interesting expression, "So what else have you reasoned about?"

"It's obvious that you just lost your luggage, but you don't care. Because you are rich, you can see from your leather boots and cloak. These two pieces are obviously specially made. You look a little tired. So I boldly guessed that your luggage was stolen at the station. After that, you had to travel a long distance to the door of my house. You obviously felt a little relaxed when you saw me appear. Although I can't say that you are excited about my appearance, at least you are happy to see me appear. Therefore, there is only one possibility for you to wait for me here-you want to borrow my phone number. Am I right?"

The man looked at me for a long time and suddenly burst into laughter. This laughter was not annoyed by the amazing things, but with a little ridicule of interesting things, and perhaps a little ridicule.

The man seemed to see this, and waved his hand and said, "Please be fine, my friend, please allow me to say that, because I have read your work and I am half a fan of you. But to be honest, although your writing skills are average, they are still a bit obvious at least, but your reasoning ability is completely wrong."

I was a little angry, not only because of his contempt for my reasoning ability, but more because of his mean evaluation of my work.

"So what is the truth?" I asked bluntly.

"I came here to see you, so when you appear, I will certainly show a relaxed expression. As for the mud on my feet, you wouldn't think that I ran from a distance to here and the mud on my feet has not dried yet, right? These are actually touched from not far away. Someone poured a lot of laundry water on the road. People like you obviously lack the understanding of public morality."

"As for my luggage, haha, they are still on me, but they are just carrying more 'hidden'. As for my family, I honestly want to be honest, except for a lot of things that are almost impossible to sell, I only have the last little money left on me. Of course, it can still be said to be rich by your standards, but as a former rich man, I have to say that I am now in a poor state."

I was suddenly very frustrated. It seemed that Holmes was not so easy to be a good person after all. It was not that he could really win every word like the protagonist in the novel after reading a few mystery novels.

But I was still a little indignant, "You think my work is average?"

The man stood up and dusted the dust on his body. "I don't think I underestimate any of this issue. Your work is indeed outstanding in writing, but as a book, your work is obviously not yy enough, and as a realistic novel, your work is not realistic enough."

I was shocked all of a sudden because what the other party said seemed to be the reason why my work was difficult to sell. I discovered this when the book was about to end.

"So you came here to give me some advice?"

The man smiled and shook his head, "Friend, I don't think I'm so idle to do such a boring thing."

His words were a bit unpleasant, but the following words surprised me a little.

"I heard you plan to change a job recently?"

I nodded. I really wanted to ask someone to talk to about this matter. I told him about my troubles and the specific content of the profession of electrician. The man pondered for a while, "Maybe I can give you another relatively relaxed job that can not only earn much more than you are now, but also continue to use your strengths. What do you think?"

I was naturally very surprised, but at the same time I was a little unbelievable, "What are you talking about?"

"Record a story that is about to happen, and the protagonist of this story is myself."

His words made me wonder, "Do you want me to be a gunman to write your autobiography?"

The man shook his head, "It's not an autobiography. The main perspective of this book must be borne by you. What I need you to do is to record the stories that happened completely objectively. Of course, it is also allowed to beautify my image in the recording process. I think this should not be difficult for a person who is used to writing fantasy novels."

Chapter 2

I was a little hesitant for a moment because the job he mentioned really made me confused. Therefore, for a while, I thought it was a joke made by someone and me, or a prank made by perverted fans. Although this kind of thing sounds unreliable, it is still possible.

I really wanted to laugh and say to the man, 'You kid is still young to play with me.' But to be honest, if what he said was true, then the job would be really attractive to me. So I hesitated for a moment and decided to wait and see, at least I had to figure out the truth of the matter first.

"So how much is the pay for this job?"

"I can give you ten thousand yuan a month," the man said.

I was immediately surprised. In our small place, the monthly income of 10,000 yuan was absolutely amazing. It could almost be said that I became the highest-grossing group in the income group immediately, but what surprised me even more was that the other party obviously had a high evaluation of my writing ability.

"Do you think my writing level is worth 10,000 per month?"

The man shook his head, "I personally think your writing is only worth 5,000 yuan per month, but considering that this job requires you to follow me around, there will be even a little danger, so the extra five thousand is used as a subsidy."

I looked at him suspiciously, "You can't be kidding me."

The man laughed, "If you are willing to accept this job, I am willing to pay you a month's salary in advance. Of course, since the first month of work needs to be completed in your home, there is no additional five thousand subsidy."

While saying that, he took out a whole stack of coins from his pocket, "If you accept this job, I can pay you five thousand yuan immediately. In addition, if you are not satisfied with your job in a month, you can give up. I will not want these five thousand yuan back."

I hesitated for a while and decided to agree. I thought it wouldn't work for a month and said I was unwilling to continue working. I earned 5,000 yuan in a month. I think this deal is still very cost-effective.

"I did it"

"Very good," the man didn't seem surprised, as if he had expected that I would agree, "Then let me introduce myself first. My name is Tang Musen, you can call me Mr. Tang or Mr. Mu."

"I nodded, so come in, Mr. Thomson."

Tang Musen lived in my house like this and was arranged by me in the only guest room of my house. He did not urge me to start working immediately that day, but he still gave me his first month's salary. When my mother came back in the evening, she expressed her unhappy for me to let a stranger stay at home. However, after this person expressed her willingness to pay an additional 2,000 yuan per month for food and accommodation, my mother stopped talking. Although the prices kept rising, the two thousand yuan was still very generous for a person's food and accommodation.

From the next day, Yu Musen began to ask me to start working immediately. The first task he arranged for me was very strange. He asked me to use the content of a book to evaluate the current national situation.

Mr. Tang spent most of his time thinking, sometimes recording something in his notebook. He never watched TV, rarely used computers and other similar electronic products. He didn't even carry a mobile phone, and replaced it with a stainless steel case pocket watch. But sometimes he would read books for a while. There were many books on my bookshelf that had been ordered in mail for the past few months, including Verne's science fiction trilogy, and "The Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes", of course, I was also indispensable for "The Grave Robbers' Chronicles" that I have been watching for several years. He read it all without a single one, but during the reading process, he always had no expression on his face and had no comment on the quality of these works. Because of his strange nature, it inevitably gave people a feeling of taciturnity.

But occasionally he would comment on other people's conversations, often telling the truth of the matter in one word, making people feel the wisdom and deep thoughts hidden behind those melancholy eyes.

But overall, Yu Musen is not a likable guy, because even by the standards of a simplified otaku, he is a little too confused about the world. When communicating with me, he often speaks mean words. Although he never exaggerates, he will never hide his contempt and ridicule in his heart. Fortunately, I have a gentle temper, and of course, it is more because of the 5,000 yuan. I never get angry because of his rude words.

Fortunately, he still maintained the due respect for my mother, and finally he didn't let me fight with him in this month. Gradually, I gradually became familiar with him, and the book he asked me to write was gradually approaching completion.

For a qualified novelist, writing a 150,000-word work a month is not very difficult. In fact, because I wanted to leave a good impression on him, the book was compiled and completed by the 25th day after taking on this job.

From my perspective, I have evaluated in detail the difficulties and opportunities, threats and challenges faced by my country in the modern world, as well as the achievements of the country in various fields and the personal impression given by the country. Overall, my comments tend to be pessimistic, because of the accumulated problems over the years, prices have continued to rise, and income has not increased much, and there is no hope of revitalization. Therefore, my wording in several paragraphs seems quite indignant.

When I handed this book to Lin Tianyu, he almost studied it overnight and spent a day and night reading it carefully three times.

When I walked out of the bedroom the next morning, I saw him sitting on the sofa in the living room, quietly pondering, and the book was placed on the coffee table in front of him.

I was a little surprised at his importance to this book. On the other hand, I was even more nervous about whether his work made him satisfied. I asked tentatively: "What do you think?"

He nodded almost unfathomable, "It's a bit unsatisfactory, but it's acceptable."

As soon as I felt relieved, I listened to him again: "Next, I need you to compile another book, a detailed introduction to the history of our country, and you also need your personal insights."

At this moment, I finally couldn't help asking a question in my heart, "Why is it me? Why isn't someone else? I'm just an ordinary novelist, neither has a prominent reputation nor a profound knowledge. Why do you want to find someone like me?"

His next explanation impressed me. He said: "It is precisely because of your ordinaryness that it is representative in the general sense. Experts, scholars, doctoral professors, most of them have their own subjective consciousness, either too conceited, or too deeply influenced by the political environment, and often have unclear words and cannot tell the truth. Even if you tell the truth, you will often misunderstand the meaning. Or if you say it, you will often misunderstand the meaning of it. Reading their works is like solving puzzles, which is more than having to find the truth in the fog. The conclusions made by experts with different attitudes look like different countries. So compared to those experts and scholars, I would rather let an ordinary person interpret the truth and meaning of the real world."

After saying that, he smiled mysteriously again, "Besides, the money I have left now is only enough to hire an author of your level."

After hearing this, I didn't know whether to be proud or self-deprecating, but real money would not tell lies. As Yu Musen said, I am just an ordinary person. As long as I have cash, I don't care too much about his reason.

After receiving the second month's 5,000 yuan remuneration, I started to write the second book. The second book is much more complicated than the first book. There are so many eras in history, which are much more worth recording than the modern world. However, since there are a lot of historical materials to refer to, the time spent is actually much shorter. In addition to pasting the historical records one by one, what I have to do is add my personal understanding and cognition at the end of each history.

In the middle of the second month, the second book was compiled and completed.

看完我的第二本书汤木森不发一言,考虑了一会之后微微的点了点头.他把两本书手收了起来,然后对我说道:“朋友,现在是你做出选择的时候了,这个月已经过去了一半,而我的旅程也即将开始,如果你选择接受这份工作,和我同行,我可以立刻支付额外的五千补助费,但是如果你不愿意继续这份工作我也是可以理解的,但是考虑到这个你的工作时间尚未足一个月,你必须返还我两千五百元的报酬.”

Considering that the inside and outside actually amounted to 7,500 yuan, I almost agreed without hesitation, but the man continued: "You must think clearly, because once my journey begins, it will definitely not be easy for me to interrupt the middle, so if you regret it halfway, you may not have the chance to go home either."

His expression was very serious, even with a hint of solemnity and despair, which made my mood feel heavy.

"How long will your journey take?"

"If it goes well, it will take only three months to get it done, but if it doesn't go well, it may not be able to get it done in my life. However, considering that I only have the last little money left on me - about 120,000 yuan, I can only hire you for a year at most. No matter how the work goes, I will send you back."

It was really not a small amount to earn 120,000 yuan a year. I think I must have been so excited that I subconsciously ignored the hidden dangers in his words.

"So, can I listen to what your trip is before I promise you?"

Yumusen nodded, "As you can see, I am actually a time traveler."...
Chapter completed!