Literary Master 1978

The silence at this moment was deafening!

Liu Xinwu looked at the young man in front of him and was silent for a long time. He always wanted to say something, but he felt that he couldn't get to the point.

In the end, he only choked out one sentence, "How high is the high price?"

Lin Chaoyang smiled very kindly, as if he was treating a customer.

"I am very happy that such a good magazine like October asked me to write for it. But you can also see that I only have one manuscript now, and I can only give it to one company..."

Liu Xinwu interrupted his beating around the bush and asked, "Do you mean it should be higher than the seven yuan per thousand words of Yanjing Literature and Art?"

Lin Chaoyang looked at ease and smiled and said, "It would be best if your magazine could exceed this standard. If the manuscript is really given to you, I will have something to say when the editor of Yanjing Literature and Art asks about it, right?"

After Lin Chaoyang said this, Liu Xinwu fell into deep thought.

The year before last, the State Administration of Press and Publication issued the "Notice on the Trial Implementation of the Regulations on Remuneration and Subsidy for News Publishing", and the era of literary creation without remuneration during the buzzing period was finally over.

The notice stipulates that a low remuneration system will be implemented, and remuneration will be paid in one lump sum according to the quality and word count of the work. The remuneration for a manuscript is 2 to 7 yuan per thousand words, and the remuneration for a translation is 1 to 5 yuan per thousand words.

"Yenching Literature and Art" gave Lin Chaoyang a price of 7 yuan per thousand words, which is already the highest according to national standards, but he actually asked me to add a little more.

After the initial difficulty and surprise, Liu Xinwu had a vague idea in his mind.

Could it be that he was using this method to make me give up?

The more Liu Xinwu thought about it, the more he felt it made sense.

Yes, "Yenching Literature and Art" is the publication where Lin Chaoyang's debut work was published, and it is willing to give him the maximum remuneration of 7 yuan per thousand words. How much do they think of him!

How could Lin Chaoyang live up to the trust of the publication?

He must have felt it was difficult to refuse himself, so he came up with such a lame excuse.

It's already 7 yuan per thousand words, and no editor-in-chief would agree to increase it further.

He believed that Lin Chaoyang would understand this, so he made this seemingly unreasonable request.

Thinking about Lin Chaoyang's thoughts, Liu Xinwu felt a little regretful, knowing that the novel he was writing would definitely not be handed over to "October".

What a pity, just listening to Lin Chaoyang's story, his eyes were wet several times. If this was written, how tear-jerking would it be?

Although it is not a good thing for literary works to be overly sensational, Liu Xinwu thinks he has the ability to distinguish, and he thinks that Lin Chaoyang's work must be correct.

What a pity!

"Chaoyang, I really didn't expect "Yanjing Literature and Art" to think so highly of you. The standard of seven yuan per thousand words is indeed the top one nowadays. I'm afraid that this is the best we can give in our editorial department."

Liu Xinwu's tone was very tactful, and Lin Chaoyang felt regretful.

Add a little!

Even if it's just a little?

I've given you this novel!

No sincerity, too no sincerity!

Lin Chaoyang secretly complained.

Zhang Dening had asked him to write for him before, but Lin Chaoyang had always refused because he was afraid of such a situation.

Now he finally got a client, but the client actually disliked his high quotation.

Since the royalties were the same, he would of course give priority to Yanjing Literature and Art, after all, he was quite familiar with Zhang Dening now.

However, Yanjing Literature and Art had published "The Shepherd" and the Creative Talk before, so there was also a favor. If they really wanted the manuscript, wouldn't it be enough to write a novel for them?

You can't push away even big clients for favors.

This is against the ethics of workers.

Don't think that he writes slowly now, that's because he's dawdling, afraid that Tao Yushu's expectations of him would be too high, and he would be uncomfortable in the future.

If he really gets faster, the pen will be fine, and the manuscript paper will be punctured.

Seeing that Lin Chaoyang didn't say anything, Liu Xinwu thought he had guessed Lin Chaoyang's thoughts.

"It's my fault this time. I came here without any prior communication."

"No, it's a learning experience for me to be able to communicate with a senior like you."

"It's mutual learning. I just heard you say that the work you are writing is very promising.

I didn't have the chance this time. Next time, when you have a manuscript, you must think of us "October"."

Liu Xinwu left the opportunity to commission a manuscript for Lin Chaoyang's next work, but he did not promise anything.

Commissioning a manuscript is like signing a contract. It may change until the last minute. He doesn't want to leave an impression of inconstancy on others, so he will not give positive feedback to any editor's manuscript-commissioning tactics.

After seeing Liu Xinwu off, Lin Chaoyang went back upstairs and wrote a reply to Li Xiaolin of "Harvest".

Through Liu Xinwu's attitude, Lin Chaoyang also knew that the current manuscript fee standard of the editorial department was probably like this.

It's better to do what you are familiar with than to do what you are not familiar with. It's better to give this novel on hand to "Yanjing Literature and Art".

Harvest will communicate with it first and talk about it later.

Two days later, Lin Chaoyang asked his colleagues for help in the morning and prepared to go to the Chinese Department for a free class.

He saw a hunched figure running on the east side of the library. At this time, students were rushing to class, so this figure was very conspicuous.

Lin Chaoyang took a curious look and felt that he looked familiar, so he took another look.

Isn't this old... Zhu?

The old man was not tall, and his waist was hunched. When he ran, he staggered. Lin Chaoyang was afraid that he would stumble or trip.

"Uncle Zhu, why are you running here?" Lin Chaoyang asked.

Zhu Guangqian saw that it was Lin Chaoyang and slowed down his pace. "I run here every day. You are at work, so you didn't see it."

So that's it.

Lin Chaoyang thought carefully and felt something was wrong. Was this old man mocking me for being a social animal working from nine to five?

It's all because the old man is too mean. Every time he says something, Lin Chaoyang can't help but imagine it.

"Take it easy and don't sprain your ankle."

"Only big fools sprain their ankles!"

Hey! You old man, you are just a dog biting Lu Dongbin!

Old Zhu is less than 160cm tall. Now that he is old, his waist is hunched and he is even shorter. Compared with him, everyone is a big fool. Lin Chaoyang can't help but put himself in the role of a "big fool". Who made him 179cm tall?

Forget it, forget it. I won't bother with this old man.

After saying hello, Lin Chaoyang went to class. Today's class is Qu Yude's "Folk Literature".

Many people are unfamiliar with Qu Yude, but many people should have heard of her husband - Jin Kaicheng.

In addition to Zhu Guangqian, there is another peak in the field of Chinese aesthetics.

Before Qu Yude married Jin Kaicheng, she was known as the most beautiful woman in Yan University. The old woman in front of him no longer has the appearance of the past, and because of the unfortunate experiences in the past years, her health does not look very good, and her speech is very nasal.

The folk literature course taught by Qu Yude is a course that covers a lot of content, including myths, epics, folk legends, folk stories, folk songs, folk narrative poems, folk dramas, rap, proverbs, riddles, and folk art... These can all be included in the concept of folk literature.

Creators with a little common sense of creation know that these things are excellent nutrients for creation, so Lin Chaoyang listened very seriously.