Kuaishou's heartthrob host, he just wants to make a career

Lin Yan didn't know how to respond to the sudden compliment, he was really embarrassed.

"Mr. Song, you can actually call me Lin Yan. Mr. Ke is just a pseudonym."

Song Wenyan: "No, I'd better call you Mr. Lin."

It is also respect for him.

After speaking, he handed the envelope containing the manuscript fee and the reply letter to Lin Yan, "Mr. Lin, this is the manuscript fee for the story of the woman who lives in the compound of the deep house. You can count it first."

Lin Yan took it, but did not open it. Given the thickness of the envelope, the manuscript fee this time would not be lower than last time.

Song Wenyan made no secret of his liking for Lin Yan and his love for talents, saying: "I have read this story before I came here, it is well written and really meaningful, let me read it, It’s quite insightful, I don’t know how Mr. Lin came up with the idea to write this kind of story?”

"And the heroine..."

Compared with the last time, this time has a deeper connotation in it.

Lin Yan took a sip of tea. It seemed that Editor Song came to look for him after he finished reading his new manuscript.

"It's nothing, I'm just expressing my feelings for the people around me."

The prototype of the heroine is Lin Yingying, the cowardly and incompetent one who can only persuade her to endure is Qin Xueqin, and the domineering one who only has money in his eyes is Master Lin.

However, the heroine in the novel is not as lucky as Lin Yingying. She has never read a book, and no one can save her from the abyss of fire, so her only way to resist fate is to commit suicide.

But those who don't resist and choose to live their lives in obedience are everywhere around them.

At the end of his story, what he reflects and criticizes is this backward and conservative feudal marriage phenomenon.

Song Wenyan nodded, and suddenly said: "We can't change this society, but Mr. Lin, you can."

Lin Yan was stunned for a moment, then quickly said, "Don't dare to act, dare not act."

Song Wenyan: "Mr. Lin, don't be modest. A respected gentleman once said that studying medicine cannot save our country, so he chose to abandon medicine and pursue literature. He wanted to pick up a pen to save their thoughts and their rotten thoughts. soul.

Mr. Lin, the society needs young and promising literati like you who dare to criticize the feudal conservative society. I believe that your world will not be confined to this small velvet city. "

Song Wenyan's words made Lin Yan's heart ablaze.

This plane is not like his world, where there are countless ancestors promoting development, and it is still in the era of warlords and separatists. He does not know how many stories and articles he needs to write to complete the task, but if necessary, he Willing to participate in such a creation.

"Mr. Song, I will do everything within my power." Lin Yan: "But you must not be here today just to talk about these things, right?"

After being reminded by Lin Yan, Song Wenyan remembered the purpose of his visit: "Look, I almost forgot."

"Mr. Lin, besides the manuscript fee, I have one more thing I want to discuss with you."

Lin: "Mr. Song said so bluntly."

"It's like this. Your previous suspenseful story is very popular. You must have heard of it, sir. In the past few days, many people in the city have been discussing your article."

Lin Yan said in a low-key manner: "I have heard a little bit."

He went to buy newspapers by himself, but he couldn't buy them a few times.

Song Wenyan: "But you don't have a set time for each submission, and our editor-in-chief wants to serialize your "Mystery Case Collection" in our newspaper for a long time.

So we decided that in the future, I will come to collect the manuscripts in person, and I will pick up the manuscripts every two days, so that you don’t need to go to the post office to mail them yourself. What do you think of this proposal, Mr. Lin? "

Lin Yan hesitated for a while, isn't this a disguised reminder?

Seeing his hesitation, Song Wenyan thought it was a matter of the manuscript fee, so he said, "As for the manuscript fee, don't worry, Mr. Lin, we decided to raise the thousand-character manuscript fee for you, five silver dollars, what do you think?"

Five silver dollars?

This is the thousand-character remuneration that only well-known authors can get. Lin Yan raised his eyebrows, and he had to admit that he was moved.

Lin Yan asked: "Mr. Song, do you often press for manuscripts?"

Song Wenyan was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Mr. Lin, as long as you don't delay the manuscript, I won't rush you."

Lin Yan: "..."

Afterwards, he chatted with Song Wenyan about the date of receipt of manuscripts and payment of manuscript fees, and Song Wenyan got up and went back to the editorial office.

Before leaving, he suddenly asked: "Mr. Lin, I just heard you mention that this house does not belong to you. Are you looking for a house recently?"

Lin Yan nodded: "Yes..."

Song Wenyan: "It's like this. A friend of mine is leaving Rongcheng recently. Your small courtyard is going to be sold. If you're interested, let me ask for it for you?"

"Of course." Lin Yan said hesitantly: "But I may not be able to afford the house for the time being. I wonder if your friend is willing to rent it to me."

Song Wenyan: "Don't worry, he is not in a hurry to use the money, nor is he in a hurry to sell it. You can live in it first, and you can buy it or rent it out when you have money later."

"Besides, he also likes to read your mysteries. If he knows that you are renting his house, he will be very happy."

Lin Yan: "Thank you so much."

Song Wenyan shook his head: "You can stay as a resident writer of our newspaper, we are the ones who thank you."

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"Mr. Lin, please wait. I'll go back first, so I won't bother you."

"Then Mr. Song, go slowly."

Lin Yan sent Song Wenyan to the door. Just as the door was opened, the man outside was about to open the door. When they saw each other, they were stunned.

Song Wenyan looked at the man at the door who was handsome and had a very good taste in clothes. He was wearing a khaki suit with a plaid vest, and the dark brown silk scarf on the neckline was particularly Western-style. His image was handsome and compelling.

"This is..." Song Wenyan said in surprise, "Young Marshal Xie?"

In their Rongcheng newspaper, Xie Yunqian's romantic gossip was written a lot. Song Wenyan was no stranger to this handsome young marshal, a well-known figure in Rongcheng.

Xie Yunqian looked at Song Wenyan, who had never seen him before, and looked at Lin Yan: "Who is he?"

Lin Yan introduced: "He is the editor of Rongcheng Newspaper, Mr. Song Wenyan."

"Congcheng talking about something?" Xie Yunqian remembered, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said dangerously: "The newspaper that specializes in spreading rumors about me?"

Song Wenyan choked, "Young Marshal, I misunderstood."

They just like to take gossip titles, and what the common people like to read is not the gossip of this young marshal.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Lin and the young marshal also knew each other, and they looked very familiar.

But Xie Yunqian is here, as one of the editors of the newspaper, it would be bad if Xie Yunqian wanted to trouble him.

He hurriedly slipped away and said hastily: "Mr. Lin, you talk about it, Young Marshal, I'll leave first."

After speaking, leave quickly, not daring to delay for a moment.

Seeing Song Wenyan's timidity, Xie Yunqian snorted slightly: "Master, I have a bad reputation in Rongcheng, but it's all thanks to these small newspapers."

Lin Yan: "..."

Why do you have a bad reputation, do you have no points in your heart?

"But why did he come to you?" Xie Yunqian asked suddenly.

Recalling that the editor was chatting and laughing with Lin Yan just now, and he looked very familiar. How could he, a librarian, have anything to do with the newspaper?

Lin Yan didn't answer, but instead changed the topic: "Are you here for business?"

Xie Yunqian leaned against the door frame and said lazily: "Oh. You said last time that you like listening to music, let's go, young master, I will take you to listen to the opera."

Lin Yan was stunned for a moment, he just said it casually at the time, but Xie Yunqian didn't expect Xie Yunqian to take it to heart.

It's just that at this point in the past, isn't he always chic in Shiliyangchang, why do you think of taking him to the theater?

Jokingly said: "Why, Young Master Xie won't be looking for Miss Lily today?"

Xie Yunqian was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "Master, I have seen too many red flowers, so let's take a look at the green leaves?"

Lin Yan: "..."

Yes, he is the green leaf.

Xie Yunqian looked at the watch on his wrist, "Whether you want to go or not, the show is about to begin."

Lin Yan thought for a while, but it was fine anyway, and said, "Go..."

Going in to get a coat, from the corner of the eye, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the manuscript fee sent by Editor Song just now. Xie Yunqian happened to be there too, and when he went out, he took it with him.

Xie Yunqian was alone today and didn't bring Xiao Yao with him, so he didn't drive the military car, and changed to a foreign-made small car.

But there are not many people who can drive this kind of car in Rongcheng.

Lin Yan counted, and the number of words was about the same. This time, the manuscript fee was 30 yuan more than last time.

It seems that the manuscript fee has been increased for him. If it goes up to five yuan per thousand characters, he has already made a small calculation in his heart.

The car parked outside the theater, Lin Yan took out the rental house and this month's living expenses for himself, and gave the rest of the money to Xie Yunqian.

"As agreed, I will pay you back with interest."

Xie Yunqian looked at the bank note that Lin Yan handed over, and raised his eyebrows: "Where did you get so much money?"

As far as he knew, the monthly salary of the librarian was only a few yuan. Even if his mother embroidered handkerchiefs to supplement the family, she would not be able to save so much money in a short period of time.

To him, 50 yuan is just a small change, but to ordinary people, it is a lot of money.

Lin Yan: "Well, don't worry about it, as long as you pay back your money."

Xie Yunqian thought over and over again, Lin Yan came to pay in such a short time, only one thought: "Are you going to gamble again?"

Lin Yan said speechlessly, "No..."

"Oh, really?" Xie Yunqian: "Then tell me clearly, where did you get the money?"

Lin Yan said: "Little Marshal, where do you have so many problems, you just need to know that I have the ability to pay off the money I owe you."

For the time being, he didn't want others to know that he was Mr. Ke.

Xie Yunqian saw that he didn't say anything, with a distant expression on his face, he felt inexplicably upset, and the smile on his lips began to turn cold: "I won't ask for this money."

Lin Yan frowned: "??"

"You are the slave I bought, and you are my man. This little money is useless to me. Do you want to use this little money to redeem yourself?"

Xie Yunqian said word by word: "There is no way!"

Three black lines were drawn on the corners of Lin Yan's forehead. In fact, Xie Yunqian said that he was a slave he bought. In fact, he never asked him to do anything out of line except let him teach Xie Tao. He even lent his house to him for free. He lives with his family.

He is a nice person, but sometimes his mouth is too short, which makes people want to hit someone.

In the end, Xie Yunqian really confiscated the money, and got out of the car with a stinky face. Seeing that Lin Yan was still sitting in the car, he yelled angrily for no reason: "It's not that you said you wanted to come and listen to the music, and you still don't get out of the car?"

Lin Yan wanted to say that there might be something wrong with this person.

But since we're all at the door, it doesn't hurt to go in and listen.

Lin Yan had heard of this theater, and it was a well-known theater troupe in Rongcheng.

Xie Yunqian has already reserved the private seats. The third master, who is a frequent visitor of Shili Yangchang on weekdays, suddenly changed his usual routine and came to the theater today. Naturally, the people in the courtyard did not dare to neglect, and respectfully took the two of them to the private seats on the second floor take a seat.

Seeing that Xie Yunqian's complexion was not good-looking, he didn't even dare to show his air when he asked, so he served two high-quality Biluochun, and some melon seeds and fruits. .

Seeing that Lin Yan was very curious about the theater like a normal person, looking around but not looking at him, let alone noticing how angry he was now, he felt even more upset.

He snorted heavily, implying that he is really angry now!

Lin Yan should eat, eat melon seeds and knead melon seeds, completely assuming that Xie Yunqian did not exist. This is the first time he has come to this kind of antique opera garden. Even his tables and chairs are carved from huanghuali, which has a sense of age.

Of course he knew that Xie Yunqian was angry, but what did it have to do with him, he was still angry when he gave him money?

I have never seen such a hypocritical young master.

Just pretend you didn't see it, such a grown-up man, how can he be coaxed?

2333: "Maybe it would be nice if the host coaxed me."

Lin Yan: "??"

2333: "Actually, Xie Yunqian's favorability towards the host has been increasing steadily. Maybe it's coaxed now, and the favorability is gradually increasing."

Lin Yan sneered, "Hehe."

This little broken system is very broken!

2333: "Trigger..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Yan interrupted immediately after hearing this: "Stop, I refuse any random tasks that have nothing to do with the completion of the main task, so don't try to trick me again."

2333:"……"

Yo, I was seen through by the host, and learned to be smart!

……

There are rehearsals in the theater every day, and ordinary people need to buy daily theater tickets when they come in. Only those dignitaries are eligible to play, or spend a lot of money to order plays.

Xie Yunqian sat there without saying or doing anything, and the servants in the theater respectfully handed over the red book and brush to Xie Yunqian to order.

Xie Yunqian glanced at Lin Yan, as if he hesitated to speak.

Lin Yan wondered if he wanted to ask him what he wanted to hear?

As a result, in the next second, Xie Yunqian scratched on the red book with a brush, and then threw a silver ticket on the boy's case with a big wave of his hand.

Lin Yan's flesh hurts watching him.

Seeing this, the servant immediately shouted cheerfully and loudly: "The little third master ordered the play "Suolin Bag", and I will reward you twenty oceans, thank you little third master for the reward!"

The young servants here have probably practiced their voices, and if they uttered their voices casually, it seemed that everyone around the stage could hear them.

At the same time, there were loud voices from other servants.

"Thank you, Third Master, for your reward!"

"Thank you, third master..."

Xie Yunqian's generous tip was heard in the whole garden.

So they all looked towards the private room on the second floor side, and the only one who could be called the third master in Rongcheng was Young Marshal Xie from the Governor's Mansion.

No wonder Xiyuanzi made it so grand today, it turned out that the young marshal is here!

It was as if Xie Yunqian's arrival had made the whole theater glow!

With so many eyes watching, Lin Yan raised his eyebrows when he saw this, and Xie Yunqian even came to listen to a song, and he was as high-profile as always!

Xie Yunqian was used to this kind of attention, and instead asked Lin Yan: "Do you know what the play "Suolin Bag" is about?"