Literary Master 1978

When I got home in the evening, Tao Yushu hadn't come back yet. Recently, "The First Floor in the World" was in full swing at major universities in Yanjing. As a member of the crew, she was busy until late every day before going home.

When it was almost ten o'clock, Tao Yushu finally dragged his exhausted body back home, and threw himself on the bed as soon as he entered the room.

"If you're too tired, don't do it." Lin Chaoyang said distressedly.

"That won't work."

After listening to Lin Chaoyang's words, she sat up suddenly, as if she was resurrected with full blood, "That doesn't work, how can we give up halfway?"

"I see you guys are working so hard. It's just a student drama and it doesn't make any money." Lin Chaoyang said.

Tao Yushu smiled mysteriously at him, "Who said you can't make money?"

"What's the meaning?"

Tao Yushu took out the embroidered handkerchief from his pocket and shook it at Lin Chaoyang, "Look at this!"

Lin Chaoyang came closer, and she slowly unfolded the handkerchief, which turned out to be a wad of banknotes.

"Where did this money come from?" Lin Chaoyang asked curiously.

The money was definitely not from Tao Yushu's own pocket, otherwise she wouldn't be showing off like this.

"Given by the school."

"School? Your school?" Lin Chaoyang asked.

Tao Yushu nodded and divided the money into two parts, "This part is the performance subsidy given by the school to our students. It is one yuan and five yuan per day. We performed for ten days, and the total is fifteen yuan. And this part..."

Tao Yushu held up another thick banknote and said, "This is given to you by the school."

"Give it to me? Do I have a share?" Lin Chaoyang was a little surprised.

"I didn't expect it!" Tao Yushu said proudly, "It was Teacher Huang who won it for us. This time our "No. 1 House in the World" has shown a big face to the school. The school leader asked us to tour everywhere. We can't go out. Why don’t you pay for it yourself? We’ve all taken the money, so why don’t you take the money? Teacher Huang even got a big deal for you!”

Lin Chaoyang glanced at the money in Tao Yushu's hand, which seemed to be quite a lot, "How much is it?"

Tao Yushu's eyes turned into the shape of "$", he said nothing, spit on his thumb, and then counted them carefully one by one, looking like a little money addict.

Counting to the end, she stroked the note and said, "Three hundred yuan."

In fact, she had already counted the money, and now she was just getting addicted to it.

"Three hundred yuan? Your school is quite generous."

Lin Chaoyang was amazed when he heard this figure. The Eight Classics of Humanities and Art only gave him 200 yuan as a remuneration, but Yan Normal University actually gave him 300 yuan.

"The main reason is that the influence of "The First Floor in the World" is really great this time, and it is not just as simple as letting our school show its face in major universities in Yanjing.

Let’s put it this way, at least it has contributed to the discipline construction of our Chinese Department. Maybe we can get a lot more funds next year. "

Lin Chaoyang nodded clearly, "No wonder."

He smiled at Tao Yushu and said, "I also have something good to tell you."

"What's up?"

Lin Chaoyang took out the money from his pocket, "I went to Renyi today, and they gave me the royalties, two hundred yuan."

"Yeah!" Tao Yushu exclaimed in surprise. She put the two pieces of money together, "Five hundred yuan is too much!"

Lin Chaoyang had published novels before, and the royalties were far more than 500 yuan, but this time the money was a bigger surprise to the couple than any previous novel publication.

Because none of them originally thought about making money from this script, but they didn't expect to get five hundred yuan at once, which was really an unexpected surprise.

"With five hundred more yuan, I will have enough money to buy a TV in the future!"

Tao Yushu happily thought about the use of the money, and then put it all into her small treasury.

"Hey, by the way, the leaders of the General Political Repertory Theater went to see our performance today." Tao Yushu said to Lin Chaoyang.

"General Political Repertory Theater?"

"Yeah. You don't even know if you haven't gone to see our performance. There are almost theater troupes and some people from the cultural circles in the performances every day. The influence of our drama has been completely established." Tao Yushu looked proud as he walked. Sexy, she asked again: "Guess what the General Political Repertory Theater is here for?"

Lin Chaoyang thought about it and said: "The theme of "The First Floor in the World" is different from the creative direction of the General Political Department. They shouldn't be based on my script, right?"

Tao Yushu nodded and said with a smile: "They are here to inspect actors."

"Inspecting actors?" Lin Chaoyang looked surprised.

Several of the main actors in "The World's First Floor" are students and have no acting experience at all before, let alone skills. The General Political Repertory Theater actually went to the crew to inspect the actors, which is really a eclectic selection of talents.

During the rehearsal of the drama, Lin Chaoyang became familiar with several of the main actors in "The First Floor of the World". He asked, "Who are they inspecting?"

"Li Luyang!"

This name did not surprise Lin Chaoyang. Li Luyang is the actor who plays "Lu Mengshi" in the play.

"The First Floor in the World" tells the story of Fu Jude, a roast duck restaurant. Although it is a group drama, the character Lu Mengshi is undoubtedly the core of the core. Li Luyang plays Lu Mengshi, and there is a lot of room for performance.

"I remember that during the rehearsal, Lu Yang couldn't even speak all the lines. In less than two months, he can already make Lu Mengshi's performance come alive. He really has some talent." Tao Yushu sighed. said.

"What is the opinion of the General Secretary? Can Lu Yang be elected?"

"It can't be that fast. I just finished watching the show today."

After the couple finished chatting, Tao Yushu cleaned up and went to bed.

The next morning, Tao Yushu went to bed at 11 o'clock last night, and got up at 6 o'clock. In addition, it was winter now, so she looked miserable after getting up.

"Alas." She sighed while eating breakfast, which made Tao's mother unhappy.

The family had dinner at 6 o'clock, which meant that she had to get up at 5 o'clock to cook, and she hadn't complained yet.

Having made her mother unhappy, Tao Yushu had to restrain her emotions, eat a few mouthfuls of food quickly, and go out with Lin Chaoyang.

The two separated at Wusi Road. Lin Chaoyang ran for a while in the cold wind and came to the library.

After lunch at noon, Chen Jiangong and Liu Zhenyun came to find Lin Chaoyang together.

"Chaoyang, why haven't you gone to classes recently?"

"I've asked for too many leave. I'm embarrassed to go to classes again!"

After chatting for a while, Lin Chaoyang asked Chen Jiangong and the others why they came.

Some time ago, the Chinese Department was popular with drama, but since the performance of "The World's No. 1 Restaurant" at Yanda University, their enthusiasm has been dampened. Recently, no one has mentioned drama, and the performance of "Conscience" has also stopped.

"We are planning to hold a literary symposium. Do you want to come?"

The "we" Chen Jiangong mentioned refers to the Chinese Department of the 1977 class. Their students seem to be particularly keen on various sports and activities.

"I won't go." Lin Chaoyang bluntly rejected Chen Jiangong's invitation.

Chen Jiangong was about to persuade him again, when a voice suddenly came from the side, "Jiangong, if you have time to hold a symposium, you might as well spend more time writing."

Several people looked over and saw Zhang Dening standing not far away.

As soon as Zhang Dening appeared, he brought great pressure to Chen Jiangong, "Novel... Novel..."

"I heard that you are busy with drama recently?" Zhang Dening asked again.

Chen Jiangong looked embarrassed, "It's just for fun. My classmates encouraged me to do it, and I just cooperated with them."

"Just for fun?" Zhang Dening asked.

"Of course. Dening, you know me. I don't write poems anymore. I just write scripts for fun. Novels are my destiny."

Chen Jiangong vowed, like a scumbag who swore to his girlfriend.

Zhang Dening nodded with satisfaction, "I definitely believe you. But it's the end of the year, and I haven't seen your manuscript for a year."

"Well... This year's academic workload is heavy, academic workload is heavy!" Chen Jiangong wiped his sweat and stammered, vividly explaining how humble and fragile a writer who couldn't write a manuscript was in front of an editor.

Zhang Dening looked at Chen Jiangong's performance and nodded secretly. It was still possible.

"Dening, you came to Chaoyang, right?" Chen Jiangong decided to divert the trouble to others, and his trick really worked.

Zhang Dening looked at Lin Chaoyang, "Chaoyang, I read the play you wrote for Yanshi University, it's really well written, please give it to our Yanjing Literature and Art for publication!"

Chen Jiangong: ? ? ?

Is writing a script not my job? He wrote a script and you begged him to publish it?

Zhang Dening's different treatment made Chen Jiangong furious, it was simply too much.

"De Ning, my script..."

"Isn't yours a one-act play?" Before Chen Jiangong finished speaking, Zhang Dening's casual words shut him up.

What's wrong with a one-act play? Is a one-act play not a play? Is a three-act play so great? Why not write a four-act play or a five-act play?

Chen Jiangong looked at Zhang Dening with resentment, but she didn't have time to pay attention, waiting for Lin Chaoyang's answer with expectation.

Lin Chaoyang never thought that Zhang Dening came today to ask him for the right to publish the script. He had never considered the issue of royalties when he wrote "The World's No. 1 Restaurant". He didn't expect that the royalties would come one after another after the play was performed.

If there is royalties delivered to his door, he will certainly not take the initiative to refuse.

"I will definitely pay if there is money. How much is the royalties?"

"Seven yuan." Zhang Dening blurted out.

Lin Chaoyang was calm, "Why did I hear that the standard of royalties will be raised soon?"

"Who did you hear that? We have to wait for the documents to come down. It's uncertain when." Zhang Dening's eyes flickered.

Lin Chaoyang shook his head. Look at your situation. No wonder the reputation of "Yanjing Literature and Art" is not as good as "Harvest".

"This is definitely true. I have inside information."

Lin Chaoyang was sure of it. He was determined to make "Yanjing Literature and Art" bleed a little. The main reason is that it is December. If "Yanjing Literature and Art" really wants to publish his script, it must be after January. It is reasonable to increase the royalties.

Zhang Dening looked at Lin Chaoyang with a headache, "You are such a big writer, can't you have a bit of vision?"

"Don't flatter me, writers have to eat too, I also want to buy a courtyard house now."

"Aren't you afraid of being dictated!" Zhang Dening glared at him fiercely.

"I am happy to do so!"

In the 1950s, before the domestic royalty system collapsed, writers had a good income, especially writers in Yanjing, who started to buy courtyard houses. Many people bought courtyard houses in what is now Meizha Hutong.

But the good times didn't last long, royalty became a thing of the past, and writers suffered.

"I'll go back and talk to you about royalty, you give me the script first." Zhang Dening said with a headache.

"I'm at work."

"Then I'll wait for you."

Zhang Dening planned to sit in the library and wait for Lin Chaoyang's script. Lin Chaoyang reasonably suspected that she was doing this just to slack off.

Come out to get a manuscript, and a day has passed. Is there anything better than this?

After waiting for the end of the get off work day, Zhang Dening went home with Lin Chaoyang to get the script and left with satisfaction.

The next day, she took the script to the editorial department and handed it to Zhou Yanru.

"I got Lin Chaoyang's script, but he said he wanted to increase the fee."

"Another increase?" Zhou Yanru frowned when she heard it.

"Yeah, he is such a rude person!" Zhang Dening complained, and then pointed to the script in Zhou Yanru's hand, "But the script is really good, no wonder it is so popular."

Zhou Yanru flipped through the script and said noncommittally, "Really?"

In recent days, the trend caused by "The World's No. 1 Restaurant" in the Yanjing college community has continued to spread, and has gradually formed a considerable influence in the cultural circle.

Even magazine editors like Zhang Dening and Zhou Yanru have heard about it. Two days ago, Zhang Dening even went to the Agricultural University to watch a performance through his connections.

The wonderful plot and vivid characters of "The Best Restaurant in the World" are still fresh in her memory. What surprised her even more was that Lin Chaoyang could write such an outstanding script.

After she took the script home yesterday, she flipped through the script again and found that the performance of Yanshi University students on stage did not bring out the true charm of the script at all.

She heard Lin Chaoyang say that this script has been selected by the People's Art Theater and will become the main highlight of the People's Art Theater next year. She was full of expectations for this.

Zhang Dening glanced at her expression and said, "The script is indeed brilliant, but the students' stage performance did not really explore the potential of this work."

Zhou Yanru was surprised. She has not watched "The Best Restaurant in the World" yet, but she often heard others talk about this drama recently, saying how excellent this student drama is and how it has the charm of "Tea House".

Now Zhang Dening actually said that the students' performance is not as good as the script, which immediately made her interested and focused on the script.

The morning passed in a flash, and Zhou Yanru was called back to her senses by Zhang Dening, "Old Zhou, let's go eat!"

"You go first."

Zhou Yanru responded with a sentence, and her eyes returned to the script.

Seeing that she couldn't be called, Zhang Dening had to go to the cafeteria to eat by himself.

After coming back, she looked at Zhou Yanru sitting there with a dazed expression, and asked, "Have you finished reading the script?"

Zhou Yanru glanced at her, reacted for a long time, and then her eyes moved and nodded, "I have finished reading it, it's really well written!"

Zhou Yanru took the initiative to praise the script without waiting for Zhang Dening to ask, obviously she was very satisfied with the content of the script.

"The script is really good, look at the payment..."

Zhou Yanru sighed, "This Lin Chaoyang is good in everything, but this is really a headache!"

She said so, but still got up with the script and knocked on the door of Li Qingquan's office.