Rebirth 1979: Marrying a poor girl at the beginning

"Comrade Zhengjun, thank you for your trust in me. I will definitely make a good film!"

Xie Tieli immediately shook hands with Lin Zhengjun solemnly and said, "Shall we sign the contract?"

"can."

Lin Zhengjun said: "However, I have one thing to clarify. For this novel, I was only responsible for the story outline and outline. In fact, it was my girlfriend Tang Xiaofu who wrote it!"

"Really? Tang Zhiqing has a really good writing style!" Everyone looked at Tang Xiaofu with admiration.

Liang Xiaosheng sincerely admired: "The narrative language is plain and unadorned, the characters' dialogues are natural and real, every detail is described vividly, and every literary thought is just right. Tang Zhiqing's writing style adds a lot of color to this novel!"

Boss Tang Xiaofu said embarrassedly: "My writing is not that good either, Zhengjun has been helping me revise it from beginning to end!"

Lin Zhengjun said, "Because Tang Xiaofu is very familiar with the story, Director Xie, I hope that the script will be co-written by Tang Xiaofu and I, and we will jointly sign it!"

Writing novels and scripts is indeed very profitable at this stage, but compared with other huge industries in the future, it is not as attractive.

Lin Zhengjun will have to focus on business in the future, but Tang Xiaofu has a talent for literature and can definitely carve out a niche in the entertainment industry.

Then Tang Xiaofu must start to accumulate fame step by step from now on.

And - once "Under the Hawthorn Tree" is released, it will surely make her famous and become a glorious addition to her resume.

By accumulating more copyrights now, Tang Xiaofu can even transform herself into a director in the future. When the film and television industry begins to be privatized, she can also invest in the entertainment industry.

"no problem!"

Xie Tieli naturally had no objection: "Teacher Shi and Xiao Liang can both help you create!"

Film is an art form of collective creation. Not only are scripts often co-written by authors, but even directors and actors may provide suggestions.

Beijing Film Studio came with a blank contract, and the two parties immediately signed an adaptation authorization contract.

This novel has nearly 700 words. Based on the price of 500 yuan per thousand words, the corresponding adaptation rights were sold for 1200 yuan, plus yuan in script royalties, the total is yuan!

"Xiao Liang, give me some money, 1200 yuan..." Then Xie Tieli immediately took out a thick stack of banknotes from her handbag and handed it to Liang Xiaosheng.

"Okay!" Liang Xiaosheng's hands were shaking a little as he held a thick stack of Great Unity Notes.

It was the first time for him to see so much money. Although it was not his, it was still exciting!

Cui Daoyi hurriedly said, "Zhengjun, how about publishing this novel in People's Literature? The manuscript fee is 7 yuan per thousand words. We are in urgent need of novellas!"

"No problem, you can take the manuscript directly! But after it's published, you'd better send it back to me!"

Lin Zhengjun agreed readily.

……

"Chief Xing, I'm here to see Lin Zhengjun with such a heavy gift. I'll tell him the manuscript fee is seven yuan per thousand words. Will that impress him?"

Liu Xinwu was sitting in the sidecar of a Changjiang 750 sidecar three-wheeler, carrying two cans of brown sugar and two cans of malted milk, and spoke confidently.

Xing Yuemin, the head of the External Relations Section of the Huanghuai Municipal Bureau of Culture, who was sitting on the back seat of the motorcycle, said with a smile, "That's definitely no problem. Teacher Xinwu has great influence in the literary world. Once he sees your gift and your sincerity, he will definitely agree to write for you!"

"Haha! To be honest, I'm the best at winning over authors!"

Nowadays, literature undertakes the task of social prophecy and political mobilization, plays the role of a pioneer that touches upon the ideological realm and literary taboos, and leads everyone to rectify the wrongs and liberate their thoughts. The status of writers is too high.

After Liu Xinwu arrived in Huanghuai City, he contacted the local Cultural Bureau directly when he came to Lin Zhengjun to ask for an article. The Cultural Bureau attached great importance to it and Chief Xing personally accompanied him to see Lin Zhengjun.

The two arrived at the Hewan Brigade and found that there were very few people in the village. They finally found a child to ask and learned that everyone was in the brigade headquarters!

When he arrived at the brigade headquarters, Liu Xinwu had a bad feeling. Damn, why are there so many cars with Beijing license plates?

The outside of the brigade was crowded with people, and there was no place to stand in the yard. Liu Xinwu got out of the car and asked casually, "Where is your branch secretary?"

Lin Bingde came out and said, "I am you, comrade?"

Liu Xinwu raised his head and said proudly, "Ahem, I'm Liu Xinwu, the editor of October Literary Magazine, and this is Chief Xing from the External Relations Section of the Municipal Bureau of Culture!"

Seeing his cocky look, Lin Bingde was a little annoyed: "Then you wait outside, they are still discussing business inside!"

Liu Xinwu: “?!”

"Do you know 'Homeroom Teacher'? I wrote it?"

"Don't even mention writing to your class teacher. Even if you write to the principal, it won't work! It's not your turn to go in!" Lin Bingde rolled his eyes.

"Oh my god! Who is in there?"

Liu Xinwu was a little dissatisfied, and pushed forward with his shoulders raised: "Let me in, I am the founder of scar novels, don't I have the qualifications to see Chu Kuangren!"

"Hey, how can you force your way in? Don't treat the branch secretary as a cadre. If you continue to act like a bully, I will let the militia tie you up!" Lin Bingde got angry and started pushing him.

Now is the critical moment for signing the contract, how can we let this guy in and disturb us!

"Xinwu, why are you here?" At this time, Cui Daoyi heard the voice and came out.

Liu Xinwu was suddenly a little confused: "Teacher Cui, why are you here?"

Cui Daoyi is a well-known gold medal editor in the industry. He has discovered many outstanding authors and is known as the "literary ferryman."

"Liu Xinwu's Class Teacher" was also discovered by him. It can be said that he was grateful to Liu Xinwu and was his guiding light in literature!

"I'm here to ask Lin Zhengjun for a manuscript, and to introduce Director Xie Tieli to Lin Zhengjun. They want to adapt Lin Zhengjun's novel..."

Liu Xinwu was even more confused: "What is the standard for the manuscript fee?"

"People's Literature has always paid Lin Zhengjun seven yuan per thousand words for his articles!"

Liu Xinwu is completely anesthetized!

People’s Literature is so unethical!

You are the largest literary magazine in the country. If you just pay the full royalties directly, will you leave any room for new magazines like us like October?

"The script adaptation fee plus the adaptation rights plus the cost is 1200 yuan in total!"

After hearing this, Liu Xinwu was so angry that he wanted to flip the table: "You are too vulgar, you only know how to use money to pave the way, and make art full of the smell of money!"

"Have no idea!"

Cui Daoyi shook his head, looking helpless: "Don't you know that Lin Zhengjun is the head of the cooperative that produces Lao Gandie brand products?"

Liu Xinwu: “?!”

I grass!

This kid actually made dumplings just for this dish of vinegar!

"He just received over 8 yuan in payment from Yanjing Department Store! I heard from local members that he has more than yuan in savings!"

Cui Daoyi said that I was a male editor who was well versed in human nature, and said indifferently: "If you don't pay more for the manuscript, will he be willing to write? He has money and doesn't care about our little tricks!"

Liu Xinwu: “?!”

Just then, in the yard, Liang Xiaosheng counted the money and handed a thick stack of Great Unity notes to Lin Zhengjun!

As for Li Zhengjun, he didn't even click on it and just threw it into the wicker basket!

Once again, Liu Xinwu's titanium dog eyes were blinded by the mountains of banknotes in the wicker basket, and his heart was deeply hurt!

He suddenly wanted to throw away the brown sugar and malted milk in his hands!

This madman Chu is so rich and so difficult to deal with!

who am I?

where am I?

what am i doing?

Mom, I want to go home!