The reborn manotaku

What is IP?

To put it on hold, people will say, isn’t it Internet Protocol, come on, enter your IP address.

But later, people talked about IP more to represent another meaning, a hot word where money and culture blend.

And this IP is actually the English abbreviation of intellectual property.

“People live in this world not only by bread, nor by reality.” The New Yorker columnist John Grierson once discussed the power of virtuality.

A good IP can even become a national business card and soft power heritage, just like Marvel in the United States, 007, Sherlock Holmes in England, Demon Hunter Geralt in Poland…

As an otaku, you can live in the world with pleasure, naturally inseparable from rich spiritual rations, and you know those hot IPs in detail.

If you can hold a few IPs that continue to sell money in your hands, can’t you fulfill your life dreams without pressure and be a happy man?

Li Huai couldn’t help but light a cigarette, the smoke was shining, but the fog in front of him had dissipated somewhat.

No capital, no ability, the only familiar games, novels, movies… may be his biggest reliance after being reborn.

It seems that it is still necessary to do the document copying first, Li Huai scratched his head, and immediately discovered a major problem.

He reads novels as a pastime, where he will memorize those things, even the plot can only remember a rough idea.

What to do?

After thinking for a while, Li Huai’s eyes gradually became firm, I will rewrite it myself!

Everyone’s experience is different in style, and the same story, perhaps written by another person, will become uninteresting.

But if you occupy those hot pits in advance, there will always be a glimmer of hope.

As for the skin, does that thing matter?

Thinking of this, Li Huai began to ponder the first goal.

Today’s online literary industry, it can be said that it is still in the era of exploration, IP has no concept at all, people have no concept of payment, even the physical books they read are pirated books, and the biggest income of writers is physical publishing in Hong Kong and Taiwan.

Xian Xia has not yet emerged, and writers write books in the style of Western fantasy and Japanese comics.

If he participates at this time, Li Huai is sure to become famous in a battle.

However, it means little. At this time, the

most popular is the Taiwanese writer’s pistol “Heavenly Demon God Tan”, which was a popular novel that once caused the collapse of the Internet, and the peak sales of this book in Hong Kong and Taiwan were about 400,000 yuan per copy.

However, even if “Young Woman White*” is made into a small movie, a book in the style of “Heavenly Demon God Tan” does not have the possibility of forming an IP.

Later, the romance novel “Xianxian” dressed in fairy skin became all the rage and became a good IP that could be included in the shortlist.

What else?

Li Huai began to recall later TV series, the big theme is naturally urban dramas, criminal investigation and solving cases are not bad, but it is not something he likes.

Xuanxian does not have a huge amount of capital and technical investment, and it is estimated that it will become a joke in the fighting horse.

Xianxia… It’s an eternal pain! The

masterpiece in Li Huai’s mind is Xu Laowei’s “The Legend of Shushan”, but it is too miserable.

Why? The main body of the audience…

“The Legend of Shushan” was facing Hong Kong and Taiwan audiences who were accustomed to nonsensical comedies and gangster films, who would buy it?

If it is put into the young group that was later cultivated by Xian Xia novels, it will be a different situation.

Similarly, those TV series production companies that want to make fairy tale films must be based on romance, supplemented by plot fights.

Why? Or the main body of the audience.

The main audience of mainland TV dramas is always women, especially housewives, who are the first objects that film and television companies want to curry favor.

Therefore, boys don’t complain that the fairy martial arts TV series has been filmed like a bird, and the invitations are all some traffic, who let you just focus on playing games and reading novels and lose the right to speak?

However, there is an alternative in this, that is, the theme of tomb robbery adventure.

TV series and movies take turns, and men and women basically have one requirement, to restore the original work, to be thrilling.

With the update of technology and shooting methods, it will be repeated again and again in the future.

Thinking of this, Li Huai made a decision and preemptively occupied this pit!

The question is, what to do?

There are several points that can already be listed,

1. The style of writing is different, and I can’t remember the original work, so I have to start all over again.

2. Whether it is “Ghost Blowing Lamp” or “Tomb Robbery Notes”, it is miserably mixed with a large number of descriptions of the Republic of China or the early days of the founding of the People’s Republic of China, and he has no experience at that time.

3. How to maximize the advantages of this theme?

Staring at the screen, Li Huai gradually fell into deep thought…

…

When he returned home in the afternoon, Li Huai was still clueless.

However, he was not in a hurry, “Ghost Blowing Lights” would not be published until three years later on the Tianya Forum, and before that, there was still plenty of time to polish carefully.

At this time, it was almost dusk, and the sound of stir-frying was faintly heard in every household in the courtyard of the troupe, a few bear children were playing with eagles and catching chickens, giggling and sweating, and there were already impatient parents who poked their heads out of the window and shouted home for dinner.

A pickup truck was parked in the middle of the yard, and Li Guoqiang and the members of the small troupe were busy packing boxes, and they saw that there was a performance at night.

Li Huai hurriedly went up to help, “Dad, where to go at night?”

Li Guoqiang tightened the binding rope and patted the box, “Go to Heishui Township, Dad will leave you some money, and solve it yourself at night.”

“No, I’ll go tonight, I haven’t seen you perform yet.” Li Huai said nonchalantly. In his previous life, his

father acted all his life, but he was addicted to game novels and Japanese comics and American dramas, but because he couldn’t watch this kind of local drama, he never went once, and he was ashamed to think about it.

Li Guoqiang was stunned, and then he smiled, “Okay, go and make it lively.”

“Xiaohuai, are you going to pick up your father’s class?” A short middle-aged man next to him said jokingly.

This is the second-in-command of the small troupe, named Liu Hongming, with a very humorous personality, and loves to play the harlequin the most, Han in “Blind Date”.

“That’s, we were born to do this piece of material.” Li Huai also smiled.

“Oh, then I have to make a good deal in advance.” Liu Hongming was shocked.

Seeing the two amused, Li Guoqiang shook his head with a smile, he felt that his son had grown up a lot recently, not only strong self-care ability, but also very cheerful personality.

He has seen too many depressed people, so he doesn’t want to force his son to do what he doesn’t want to do, just be happy and peaceful all his life.

In order to save costs, the small troupe has only 5 people, each wearing many hats, so after a little squeeze, they all got into the minivan.

With the sound of the engine starting, the pickup truck slowly drove out of the theater compound.

Driving on the country road at dusk, the minivan is very lively, and there are two lesbians in the troupe, although they were also talented when they were young, but now they are both older greasy women, unscrupulously telling meat jokes along the way, and arranging to introduce the little girl to Li Huai.

Li Guoqiang didn’t care, the troupe has always been in this atmosphere, and Li Huai can’t wait to participate in it to tell them about the Dirty Demon King, but he still can’t let go in the face of these elders.

The skin is still a little thin… Li Huai thought depressedly.

After driving for more than forty minutes, they arrived in Heishui Township.

Turning a small street, Li Huai opened his eyes and couldn’t help but say: “Oh, the situation is not small, Dad, what is the main family for?”

I saw rows of wreaths placed hundreds of meters long, the farmyard was very luxuriously repaired, a real local tyrant made a party, and there was an endless stream of people coming and going.

Before Li Guoqiang could speak, Liu Hongming interjected: “Haven’t you heard of Cheng Laohan in Heishui Township, a well-known Leng who is a well-known person, but the two sons are fighting for anger one by one, the eldest son opens a leather shoe factory in the south, and the younger son opens a coal mine in our place.”

“Oh, I heard of it, it turned out that Cheng Laohan passed away.” Li Huai suddenly realized, and then shook his head, “No wonder there are so many people.”

Liu Hongming smiled, “This is called Fu has distant relatives in the deep mountains.”

After getting off the car, the youngest son of the main family, a middle-aged fat man with a fat head and big ears, quickly walked out, while scattering cigarettes, chatting with Li Guoqiang, and he saw that he was very familiar.

Li Huai didn’t care, the small county was not big, his father knew more rich people, and he didn’t see anyone to help his mother when she was sick and difficult, so he always felt very ridiculous when he was a child listening to others bragging about who he knew and who he drank with.

The performance time is 7:30 p.m., so several people from the small troupe are busy unloading prop boxes and setting up the performance studio.

Li Huai naturally ran errands back and forth to help, and after a while, he was tired and had back pain, thinking that his father was like this almost every night, and he had to pack it in the middle of the night until the middle of the night, and he lasted for more than ten years, until he was gray-haired, his eyes were red, and he almost shed tears.

It turns out that the years in the memory are quiet, and it is the father who is carrying the weight forward…