Rebirth 1979: Marrying a poor girl at the beginning

After dinner, Lin Zhengjun returned to his room, picked up his luggage, left the Jingxi Hotel, and took a bus to Zhou Shoucheng’s home in the Industrial College’s staff quarters.

Lin Zhengjun paid attention to Zhu Yongcheng's house and found that the door was closed. It was the same yesterday. He guessed that the family was running around to raise money.

Just take your time and worry!

Lin Zhengjun smiled with glee.

Zhou Dongxue went to work, and Zhou Shoucheng, who had just resumed his teaching work, also went to the college office.

Only Zhao Xiangrong and Zhou Yangguang were at home.

Zhao Xiangrong was very surprised to see Lin Zhengjun's sudden visit. She said, "Zhengjun, you are so busy with meetings, how do you have time to come home?"

"Zhengjun, have some tea."

Zhou Yangguang, who was reading "On the Road" in gray book while holding a cigarette, quickly put down the novel and poured tea for Lin Zhengjun.

"Grandma, Xiaofu and I had dinner with Fu Qi and his wife yesterday, and Wang Yang was there to keep us company."

When Lin Zhengjun said this, Zhao Xiangrong was stunned.

After a long while, she came back to her senses and exclaimed: "You are so young, but you can actually have dinner with Wang Yang and Fu Qi. It's incredible!"

Lin Zhengjun is just a young writer who is emerging.

Wang Yang has so many excellent writers and screenwriters under him, but he is very busy with his work, so young writers rarely have the opportunity to interact with him.

Not to mention the Fu Qi couple, they are the backbone of Hong Kong's leftist filmmakers and are highly respected and trusted by the top leaders!

Lin Zhengjun immediately recounted what happened yesterday.

Zhao Xiangrong was amazed: "Zhengjun, I didn't expect that you are also good at martial arts and entertainment films! The suggestions for their revisions are really good!"

Lin Zhengjun said: "Fu Qi said that he would help investigate the whereabouts of Xiaofu's parents!"

"Oh! That's great!"

Zhao Xiangrong's face was full of ecstasy, and she said, "Actually, Grandpa Xiaofu sent a telegram saying that he would look for someone, but I was still worried that he wouldn't be able to find someone. But Fu Qi can, because he has very close ties with the labor organization, and the labor organization is a very large information network, which is more reliable than Grandpa Tang!"

Lin Zhengjun smiled and said, "Also, he will try to help you solve your problem of removing the hat. He wants to introduce me to Mr. Liao and report your problem to him in person!"

"Oh my god, did Fu Qi really say that?"

Zhao Xiangrong was stunned with astonishment, and then said happily: "Mr. Liao's position is too high and too special. He is really busy with all kinds of affairs!"

"If Mr. Liao gives the order, my historical problems can indeed be investigated. To be honest, looking around the country right now, I'm afraid Mr. Liao is the only one who can solve my big problem! Zhengjun, grandma is relying on you this time!"

"That's what Fu Qi said!"

Lin Zhengjun said: "However, he has a condition, which is that I help him write two excellent scripts. This is also what Liao Gongzheng is promoting..."

"It's not too much for him to ask. Besides, this is also a chance for you to show yourself and learn."

Zhao Xiangrong smiled and said: "Hong Kong filmmakers are basically those who moved south from Shanghai films. They have not experienced the special ten-year gap, so their artistic level should be higher than that of the mainland."

In fact, their level is average and they are just country bumpkins... Lin Zhengjun complained silently in his heart.

Zhou Yangguang's face was full of envy and his eyes were shining.

Zhengjun is so awesome. He is going to earn Hong Kong dollars by working as a screenwriter for Great Wall and sell movies to Hong Kong and Taiwan!

But what about myself!

What’s even more damn is that I’m an unemployed young man, no, I’m an unemployed middle-aged man. I’ll probably be unemployed until I’m old!

Lin Zhengjun smiled and said, "Grandma, I have another idea that I want to discuss with you."

"what idea?"

"I want my uncle to co-write the screenplay with me. I will be responsible for the story ideas, he will write the story, and I will be in charge of the final revisions," said Lin Zhengjun with a smile.

"Clap!"

Zhou Yangguang was so shocked that the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground without him noticing.

Zhao Xiangrong couldn't help but feel grateful. Lin Zhengjun had paid so much for the Zhou family and given so much to the Zhou family.

Zhou Yangguang once worked in a collective matchbox factory for a period of time.

Pasting matchboxes is very hard work. You have to go to the match factory to get the materials and then make the paste yourself when you get home. The matchboxes are not simply brushed with a layer of paste. Instead, you have to fold the inner drawer and the outer box first, brush on the paste and then stick the paper on. After they are dry, you have to insert the drawer and tie them up carefully.

After completing these tasks, the match factory would inspect and accept them. If the paper was not pasted properly, or was crooked or wrinkled, not only would the wages not be paid, but the deposit would also be deducted, and the match factory would be insulted. The key point was that the money earned was too little. For every 10,000 matches, the factory could only earn 7.6 yuan.

Zhou Yangguang is a graduate of the Central Academy of Drama after all. He is proud and arrogant, so he couldn't stand it after working for a few months. He refused to do the job and became an idle unemployed young man. Now he is over 30 years old and has not yet married, which makes his old couple very worried.

If Zhou Yangguang becomes the screenwriter of The Great Wall, and Professor Zhou's work is also restored, finding a wife will not be a problem!

But Zhao Xiangrong thought for a moment, then shook her head and said with a smile: "Zhengjun, you have good things to consider your uncle, I am very grateful, but he is not that kind of material!"

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

Zhou Yangguang jumped up in anger: "Zhengjun is a famous young writer and a representative of the National Congress of Writers. He is much more professional than you. If he says I can do it, then I can definitely do it!"

"I have a lot of inspiration. My passion for creation is like a volcano. It has been suppressed for too long and is about to explode..."

"Shut up! Even if you are unemployed at home, you can't delay Zhengjun's work, or go and paste matchboxes..." Zhao Xiangrong shouted.

"I graduated from the Central Academy of Drama with a degree in drama literature..." Zhou Yangguang felt very aggrieved.

"You've been writing for several years, but not a single piece of writing has been published. How can you still talk about literary creation?" Zhao Xiangrong said in a disapproving tone.

Lin Zhengjun said: "Grandma, don't worry. I just let my uncle try. If he really can't do it, then I will do it myself. It will definitely not delay anything!"

Zhao Xiangrong nodded after hearing this and said, "Okay, let him try. Don't force him to do something and mess things up!"

Zhou Yangguang was suddenly overjoyed and smiled widely.

"Why are you so happy? It's as if you really became the screenwriter of The Great Wall."

Zhao Xiangrong looked at Zhou Yangguang again and said, "This is an opportunity that Zhengjun fought for you. It's not easy to come by. You must write well and listen to Zhengjun's opinions more!"

"Mom, don't worry. If Zhengjun tells me to go east, I will go east. If Zhengjun tells me to go west, I will go west without any hesitation!" Zhou Yangguang agreed readily.

Then, he rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "Zhengjun, what should we write? Tell me quickly..."

Lin Zhengjun said truthfully: "I don't know what to write..."

Zhou Yangguang: “…”

Lin Zhengjun said: "But Great Wall and Beijing Film Studio have found a lot of information for us. We will go to Beijing Film Studio to study and see what the market needs, and then determine the type and subject matter!"

"Oh, are we going to the Beijing Film Studio now?" Zhou Yangguang was very excited.

He had submitted manuscripts to the Beijing Film Studio before, but had never been inside. In his mind, it was a holy place.

"Well! I won't be back at night and will stay in the guesthouse!" Lin Zhengjun said with a smile.

"Stay in a guesthouse? That would be so comfortable. I really don't want to queue up in the public toilet in the compound in the morning!" Zhou Yangguang immediately packed his luggage excitedly.