Chapter 5

In this way, in the process of taking out and picking up garbage, four hours passed quickly.

Wang Jian said goodbye to the old man and ran back to his small apartment with two bedrooms and one living room as fast as he could.

The apartment was as chaotic as ever, full of rubbish.

From Al's room, there was a smell of leaves from time to time.

Wang Jian shook his head helplessly.

In New York, apartments that only charge $500 a month can't ask too much.

He quietly went back to his room, turned on the desk lamp, and began to translate the Chinese manuscript of "I am the great mage" which he wrote silently yesterday.

The protagonist can't call Wu. There is no sense of substitution.

Wang Jian bit his pen and thought about his name.

Just call it Mike, the name of the most common people in movies and TV plays, just like anyone around.

Hell boss can't be called Lucifer. He's not as well-known as Satan, so he's called Satan.

The name of God Call it God.

Religious elements can't be provoked.

There's no problem at the beginning, but the sweet potato seems out of season.

Sweet potatoes are not cheap in America.

Change to corn. Americans can't do without corn.

Even tacos are the most popular snacks, and doughnuts are known as the double giants of snacks in movies and TV dramas.

Well, the casting system.

Do you need to cast with the help of magic net in dragon and Dungeon System?

Wang Jian turned over the Chinese manuscript.

Forget it, too much to change.

What's more, the system of dragon and dungeon is too complex and too many people know about it.

The slightest mistake is to be spurted.

Those otaku are no less fundamentalist than religious fanatics about the system of dragon and dungeon.

No magic net cast directly.

The description of women's roles should also be changed.

What's slim? Not at all.

Although supermodels are flat bodies, the public's aesthetic is full of breasts and plump hips.

Wang Jian is thinking about the holy angel with fat breasts and hips

Why is the style so strange?

Forget it. That's it.

In order to earn money, integrity and so on, clench your teeth and lose it.

By the way, it's also about race.

Among the 12 beauties the protagonist receives, there must be Asian, African, white, Latino

Do Indians want it?

Here we go!

No one dares to spray themselves with this.

Finally, when the protagonist becomes the strongest and is named "demon king", it's better to add a noble title.

Although the Americans spray the old aristocrats in Europe, they are actually envious!

Haven't you seen the queen of England, Princess Diana and countless fans?

Even the princess of Norway has been concerned by countless people.

The last secret organization of Freemasons.

It fits the American G-point perfectly.

A poor man who grew up in a slum was struck by thunder and crossed the alien world.

As a result, we can't afford other fresh fruits, so we can only eat cheap corn food.

Fight the gods and kick Satan in the alien world.

Collect all kinds of beautiful women, and then become the highest level of nobility.

Then he became a member of the Freemasons, quietly determining the direction of the world.

The whole process is full of diaosi's counter attack, playing the pig and eating the tiger, beating the young to the old, my life is up to me, and don't bully the poor.

On the whole, it's amazing.

Of course, it's on the premise of getting rid of the brain.

But maybe.

Now, many people in the United States believe that the year 2000 is the end of the world.

They have brains, and they may not feel very retarded.

Let's not talk about the elite class. Let's just say that the people at the bottom who Wang Jian himself contacted were mystical and had an average education level.

Although also entered the school, studied.

But as far as the level of education in public schools is concerned, let alone mention it.

After Wang Jian's great reform, he read it again.

Well, why do you feel so nauseous?

He scratched his head and began to laugh and cry as he looked at the manuscript.

At this time, there was a movement in Al's room.

Two black boys came into Wang Jian's room with leaves.

"Hey, brother."

"Long time no see. Where are you?" Wang Jian naturally took a word in his heart.

Well, it's so familiar

"What's the matter?" He turned to look at the two black people.

"I heard that you are Chinese. Do you know kung fu? That's it. Hey, ha

As they speak, they set out a starting style of Jeet kune do.

God's Kung Fu.For a moment, Wang Jian was speechless and choked.

But he didn't know what to say when he looked at the two black people who were obviously getting older.

Suddenly, he thought that he was translating one third of the manuscripts, and his mind flashed.

"I don't know kung fu, but I like kung fu novels." Wang Jian said, "I wrote a magic novel in the way of Kung Fu novels. Can you help me to read it?"

The two black boys looked at each other and said, "but we don't like reading. Let's try our best to have a look It's in the name of Kung Fu fiction. "

Smoking Hi, but also face.

This requirement may be really difficult for them.

While sighing in his heart, Wang Jian handed over the translated part.

Then I watched them take their cigarettes out of the bedroom and sit on the sofa in the living room.

Wang Jian turned his head and began to translate.

Fortunately, "I am the great mage" is only 400000 words, not like those novels with millions of words.

Otherwise, Wang Jian will really kneel down.

The vocabulary of Chinese is so rich that all kinds of words that can only be understood but can not be expressed make him, who usually speaks slang more than written language, pull out his hair.

For example, the protagonist from time to time, in order to express homesickness and quoted a variety of ancient poetry.

I don't know who I am in my dream

How can this be translated with both b-case and connotation.

Forget it, forget it.

Dream and return to the earth.

Don't be so demanding.

Suddenly, with a bang, Wang Jian was brought back to reality.

It's not al. There's someone there. Hey, big shot, right?

He got up quickly and pushed the door open.

I saw just holding the manuscript, two very embarrassed black guys were dancing around with the manuscript.

Take a closer look, it turned out that the cigarette fell on the trousers.

The low rise jeans were all burned to a big hole.

While the two black guys were dancing, they were each holding half of the manuscript.

Wait

Half each?

My manuscript!

Wang Jian hurried to the two men, ready to rescue the fruits of his labor.

At this time, Al also opened the door and came out.

A strong smell came, and Al came to them with a step of no recognition. He yelled, "these are good goods. How can you waste them?"

I saw a black guy looking up at al, a little confused.

He turned to see Wang Jian again.

Then he said, "it's so hi. It's so hi."

The other also looked up and asked Al, "do you have any tacos?"

Al and Wang Jian looked at each other and looked at each other.