Almighty substitute teacher

Chapter 86

Yang Zhengdong was in a daze, why was he paid such a large amount of money by his big cousin for no reason?

Then he suddenly remembered that he had indeed written a note to Julia, asking him to go to the capital to find Mr. Zhao, to see if he could pay some copyright fees in advance to start an Internet company.

But...it seems...he remembered that he said [-], right?Originally, he wanted to call the old man to discuss it first, but then he forgot when he got busy, why did the eldest cousin go to find her directly?
"Old Zhao, this may be a misunderstanding, I said [-]..."

"Hey! Listen to your tone, old man, I took out 5 yuan, and it feels very easy to you?"

"I don't mean that, Mr. Zhao..."

Yang Zhengdong smiled wryly, and didn't know how to explain it. He couldn't figure it out after all the calculations. This big cousin moved so quickly, which made him so embarrassed.

"Okay, I've already given the money to your long-legged cousin. Good guy! I just sat in my office for a whole day and talked with me. I said that I can't discuss it with you. Others thought it was my old man who bullied me. That foreign girl, someone came to her door!"

Mr. Zhao yelled a few words, and his anger also came out, so Yang Zhengdong could only laugh along with him.

There's no way, who gave him a strong cousin, no wonder the old man got angry, the cousin is rambunctious and can grind a person to death.

This Julia is a foreigner. Although her mother is from China, she has received foreign education since she was a child. She can't speak Chinese well, and she can't speak clearly. It is estimated that she has been arguing with the old man for a long time.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! My cousin grew up abroad and is not sensible. Please bear with me. I will call her later and ask her to send you the money. This..."

"Okay, you kid, stop pretending. It's not you who sent someone to find me? By the way, what does your Internet company do?"

The old man sounded obviously relieved, and asked about his company again.

"I just compiled a few small programs to assist office and social use. One is called office word, which is used to edit documents; the other is called DD, which is an instant communication tool; and there is also an input method based on pinyin. I don't think so. Regardless, my cousin is interested in the Internet, so she set up a company together, mainly doing software development and Internet technology promotion."

Yang Zhengdong briefly explained the Internet company.

"I don't quite understand either. Your eldest cousin and Xiao Rui talked a lot. Since it's your career, I must support it. I'll just use the money first. The copyright fee will be approved soon. Yours Several sets of teaching aids have also been arranged, and I will directly deduct them when the time comes, so that you kid will always give me a sudden attack by this old man!"

"By the way, you also made up the teaching aids for junior high school? You are a superman after a few sets of teaching aids in just a short period of time? I showed it to several teachers in the high school attached to Beijing University, and they are full of praise for your teaching aids. , I ordered [-] sets on the spot. I also offered to make a preface for your teaching aids. My old man’s things don’t get that kind of treatment! I’m also doing typesetting now, and it’s estimated that they will be sold in bookstores next month. Rich!"

Even through the phone, I could tell that Mr. Zhao was very happy. It was because he really regarded him as his own, so he was so happy for him.

"Thank you for taking care of me!"

Yang Zhengdong naturally needs to know how to be a man, so he thanked him repeatedly.

"Let's not talk about false ones. The publishing house has already approved. The three sets of textbooks for elementary schools will be printed 50 sets each, and the 20 sets for junior high schools will be distributed. Some old friends in the education field will give you a preface for each set of textbooks. free!
You don't have to worry about my debts, those people see your things as if they were a treasure, and they struggle to make a preface for you. Don't say I owe you favors, my old man has received a lot of favors! "

"With so many prints, can you sell them?"

Yang Zhengdong suddenly heard that each set of textbooks has hundreds of thousands of sets, and he has no idea. Although he believes in the things he edited, if the sales of these things are not good, it will cost him all his money. .

"You underestimate the influence of our Huaxia Publishing House. Even if you don't talk about the publishing house, just take the sentence in the textbook [Huaxia Education Committee recommends teaching supplementary books], let alone hundreds of thousands of sets, millions of sets are not a problem. .

You don't know that your set of textbooks has been officially endorsed for you, so what are you afraid of?If you can't sell it, it's not your money to pay, and it's impossible if you can't sell it! "

Mr. Zhao gave him another reassurance. He didn't expect this old man to be so powerful, and he got the official endorsement. He must have given him a lot of trouble during this time.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao, I..."

"I just told you not to come here. If you really want to thank me, come and visit me during the holidays. By the way, bring me some vegetables you grew. My old lady talks about the vegetables you grow every day!"

"It's no problem at all, I'll show you how many hundred catties I've brought over!"

"Don't, you won't be able to finish it if you eat it badly! It's going to be a holiday soon, you really need to come over and make up the contract for publishing these textbooks. I'm guaranteeing you now, and it doesn't meet the procedures.

And your small articles, I also recommend them to the textbook editors.They are studying the addition of the revision, and when it is really included, they have to go through a procedure. "

"Okay, I'll go there after the children finish their junior high school exams, and I happen to be going to the capital during the summer vacation."

"That's good, call me before you come, and you also install a phone, it's too inconvenient to find you!"

Unexpectedly, the "grandfather and grandson" got together again, and they both cared about his phone installation.

"Arrangements are underway, and the telecommunications bureau will install it in a few days!"

"That's fine, just hang up if you have nothing to do!"

"Wait a minute, Mr. Zhao! I really have something I want to consult with you."

Yang Zhengdong suddenly remembered the book "Dragon and Babu", and quickly said on the phone.

"What's the matter? Tell me!"

"I wrote a novel and want to publish it, what should I do?"

"What type of novel? Short story? Is it similar to "Kong Yiji"? Then you can pass "Youth Digest". Recently, your short story is very popular. The sales in the capital are crazy for a while, and everyone is talking about Kong Yiji."

I didn't expect to get the news of "Kong Yiji" from Mr. Zhao. This should be the reason why Xu Yanyan from "Youth Digest" called him.

"It's really not this kind of novel, it's a martial arts novel, long, not this kind of traditional literary novel."

Yang Zhengdong briefly explained the outline of "The Eight Parts of the Dragon" to Mr. Zhao. If it was in his previous life, he would directly post it on the Internet. He really doesn't know how to publish such a long story here.

"Why do you want to write this kind of novel? It seems that you are not too busy, or you can come to the editorial committee of the publishing house to compile the dictionary?"

Mr. Zhao has some prejudices against martial arts novels, thinking that they are entertainment, and Yang Zhengdong's doing this is a waste of talent and energy.

"Don't! I didn't delay the serious business, Mr. Zhao, I took the time to write it, and it won't affect other things!"

Yang Zhengdong quickly explained that if he were to go to the capital to compile dictionaries with a group of old men every day, he might as well kill him.

"Send the manuscript here. I'll let the people in the editorial department of the publishing house take a look. If it's suitable, the publishing house will publish it for you. However, it's up to you whether to publish it at your own expense, or whether the publishing house pays for it and then shares it." The strength of this novel!"

In the end, he still agreed, and Yang Zhengdong was overjoyed, and hurriedly said that he would send it as soon as possible.

"If you have time to think about a few more sets of teaching aids, the market for this thing is much bigger than your novels! Don't you know, if I didn't stop you, those old guys would go to Jizhou to find you, just like research How can you, a boy of seventeen or eighteen, compile such a good teaching material!"

After Mr. Zhao finished speaking, he hung up the phone. It took Yang Zhengdong a long time to put down the receiver, and he couldn't help shivering.

What the old man said was too scary. Thinking of a group of old men and old ladies, some with axes, some with saws, and some with knives, trying to split his brain open for research, he broke out in a cold sweat.

After more than ten minutes of calm, Yang Zhengdong dialed Xu Yanyan's cell phone, the number was the one given by Tong Yaojia.

After getting connected, as expected, it was about "Kong Yiji".

"Youth Digest" has a history of [-] years and has been leading the cultural trends in China. As soon as this "Kong Yiji" was published, it directly triggered discussions and ignited the trend.

As soon as it was released, a nuclear bomb was dropped in the domestic cultural circle, and people were thrown off their feet.

Mr. Zhong, a particularly well-known old expert, commented: "Kong Yiji pioneered satirical short stories, and uses simple language to bring you a thought-provoking story. It is a must-read masterpiece for modern youth."

This old man is a leading figure in the domestic literary circle, and his remark set off a wave of discussion, and many people directly shouted reform slogans.

Originally, Huaxia's novels, especially short stories, used conventional narratives, which had more than enough storytelling but not enough connotation.

The birth of "Kong Yiji" made everyone discover that short stories can still be written in this way, especially the ending. The ending is revealed through the perspective of the shop owner, which makes people feel reversed and at the same time can't help trembling.

After thinking about it carefully, I found that the whole article exposed the bloody reality in a slightly witty and casual text. The powerful attack and sharp expression are really rare masterpieces.

When "Youth Digest" was published, Yang Zhengdong had already sent a sample issue, but for some reason, he hadn't read it yet.

This time Xu Yanyan came to him because she wanted to continue to ask him for manuscripts, which was a good thing, but Yang Zhengdong smiled wryly.

His "Kong Yiji" was given by the system, and he was asked to write it by himself. He is not at the level of Lu Xun. Although he often read this type of novel when he was studying, it passed away after reading it, and he didn't seriously remember it. .

Later, when I became a teacher, there were a lot of short stories in textbooks and reading materials, but I could remember the general outlines. It would probably be enough for him to write them out to restore the style of the original works, so don't be ashamed.

Facing the manuscript fee which has already risen to [-] yuan, he regrets that he didn't "study hard" at the beginning. If he had known that he would time travel, he would have to memorize all those novels. At least the manuscript fee alone would not starve to death.

The key point is who has front and rear eyes in this thing? The system is not Du Niang, and you can't just search for whatever you want. Faced with this requirement, you can't help but feel awkward?
He vaguely responded to Xu Yanyan's warm invitation, and could only say that he would try his best to spare time.

Anyway, writing something needs inspiration, who can guarantee that it can be written, and can't be shot if it can't be written, right?

After finally coping with it, I hung up the phone, checked the time, and called Lao Zhu's home.

"Hey, Teacher Qian, I'm Zhengdong!"

"Zhengdong, why did you call back!"

"Give me the phone, I'll chop Yang Zhengdong up and feed it to the dogs!"

(End of this chapter)