Literary Master 1978

At night, in the east wing.

Lin Chaoyang sealed the stove, went to bed, wrapped himself in a quilt, and said to Tao Yushu, "Let's move back to the Overseas Chinese Apartment in the next two days."

Tao Yushu looked at him, "Aren't you going to stay with your parents for a while?"

"We talked about spending a few days together. It's been more than half a month, and they have adapted. There is a local heater in the main house, but we have to burn a coal stove here. If we don't enjoy the good heater in the apartment, we can't find it for ourselves. Do you deserve it?”

The difference between earth heaters and coal stoves is the heat dissipation area. They both burn coal for heating, but the temperature difference between the east wing and the main room is three to four degrees.

It was fine during the day, but the room was far less comfortable than a heated room when sleeping at night.

Tao Yushu nodded and said nothing. In terms of living comfort, courtyard houses really cannot compare with overseas Chinese apartments.

The next day, the couple said hello to Mr. Lin Erchun and moved back to the Overseas Chinese Apartment.

The couple does not live here these days, and the house is not vacant. Tao Yumo has always lived here.

Firstly, I help look after the house, and secondly, there are people cleaning the house.

After returning, Tao Yushu inspected each house and recognized the work results of Comrade Tao Yumo, the "double guarantee worker".

The next day, Lin Chaoyang met Chen Jiangong and Liang Zuo while having lunch, and heard the two of them talking about yesterday's inquiry about their graduation assignments.

There is still one month left before graduation, and the assignment is far from settled, so everyone has not heard any accurate information from the teacher.

However, it cannot be said that there was no information at all. At least a few students in the class who had clear distribution wishes knew that they were not assigned to their ideal units as they wished.

For the vast majority of students in the Chinese Department, the best choice for their graduation destination is cultural institutions, among which publishing houses and magazines are the most recognized.

In recent years, various literary journals have sprung up like mushrooms after rain. Leaders in literary journals such as "People's Literature", "Harvest", "October", "Contemporary", and "Flower City" have a terrifying influence on the direction of the Chinese literary world.

Literary young people naturally flock to such units.

Less popular ones, such as local cultural associations or news units, are also quite popular.

As for being assigned to ministries and government agencies, isn’t that what it should be? What’s so rare about us college students?

Opportunities that future generations of college students could never ask for are not very attractive to today's college students.

Liang Zuo talked about Huang Beijia in his class. This girl was a typical literary young man. She wrote a lot in four years of college, some of which were published, but she had little influence.

Her biggest wish is to stay in Yanjing, preferably to join the humanities club, and she has made a lot of efforts for this.

Not only did I express my wishes to the leaders of the department, but I also wrote a letter to the Humanities Society. Unfortunately, it was of no use at all, and I didn’t even get a reply.

Later, Huang Beijia lowered her requirements and felt that as long as she could get into a publishing house, it would be fine even if she didn't stay in Yanjing.

As a result, she still couldn't get her wish. Although the teachers didn't say it explicitly, the meaning behind their words was already obvious.

"Oh! I heard that Huang Beijia cried a lot after returning to the dormitory!" Liang Zuo sighed.

Chen Jiangong joked: "It's strange for you to be sympathetic."

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Liang Zuo's face, "Don't make such a joke."

"Just kidding!"

Liang Zuo looked at Chen Jiangong's cynical expression and said with envy: "I really envy you!"

"What do I have to envy?"

"Don't think I don't know. Aren't you going to join the Yanjing Literary and Art Association?"

Chen Jiangong looked surprised and aimed his gaze at Lin Chaoyang.

"What are you looking at me for? What does it have to do with me?" Lin Chaoyang said angrily.

He still had something to say. Considering the moral character of the people in your department, don’t you know why the news was leaked?

Chen Jiangong thought he did a good job of keeping it secret, but now that everything is known, he no longer hides it.

"Hey! I was just lucky."

His modesty sounded like a show off to Liang Zuo. Just after graduation, he was assigned to the Literary Association to specialize in creative writing. This was a dream start for Chinese language students who were interested in writing.

"Oh! If only I could join a literary association or magazine." Liang Zuo sighed.

Lin Chaoyang smiled and persuaded: "You Yan University students have been assigned jobs that no one could ask for, but when you get here, you have to be picky."

His words did not make Liang Zuo change his mind, but only made him complain more.

"Those jobs are good and good, but they are not what I want."

When he said this, two big words were clearly written on his face: hypocritical.

This kind of person should really be allowed to travel back in time forty years later to experience the pain of a contemporary college student who wants to be a cow or a horse but can't.

Another day passed, Lin Chaoyang got off work, and while eating, Zhang Dening ran to his house.

"Hey! Are you here to eat for dinner again?" Lin Chaoyang joked.

Zhang Dening snorted disdainfully, "I came after I finished eating."

"rare!"

Zhang Dening was angry and refused to agree with him, so he pulled Tao Yushu to talk. Naturally, she came today for work.

She asked: "What do you think?"

Tao Yushu did not answer her question directly, but took out a manuscript.

"This Chaoyang's new novel?" Zhang Dening asked after taking the manuscript.

"You have a look first."

Zhang Dening was puzzled by its meaning and lowered his head to read it carefully.

After only reading the first few hundred words, she knew that this must not be written by Lin Chaoyang. Could it be written by Tao Yu?

She read on patiently, and it took a long time to finish the manuscript.

Tao Yushu asked: "What do you think of this novel?"

"Not bad. The style of the novel obviously draws on Chaoyang's stream-of-consciousness writing techniques, and the writing style is a bit immature and green.

However, the author seems to be a very thoughtful person, and the protagonist is particularly well created, leaving a deep impression after reading it. "

After Zhang Dening finished talking about the advantages of the novel, he asked Tao Yushu: "Did you write this?"

"When have I ever written a novel? I didn't have that idea at all. A student asked Chaoyang to help her read the manuscript.

Is this manuscript of a quality that can be published in your Yanjing Literature journal? "

Listening to Tao Yushu's question, Zhang Dening realized that this was obviously a test for her!

"Yes!" she said without hesitation.

A smile appeared on Tao Yushu's face, "Great! It seems that my taste is not bad!"

Zhang Dening said with a sincere face: "You are a person who has published comments since college, how can you have bad taste? Besides, you are also influenced by a great writer. Yushu, you are born to be an editor!"

Tao Yushu happily took out another manuscript, "Look at this again!"

Zhang Dening:? ? ?

A smile appeared on her face, "Yushu, although you haven't graduated yet, I have already fully felt your love for the editing career!"

Tao Yushu said in a brisk tone: "Originally Chaoyang said that he would recommend these two novels to you, but you are here today."

"You two must have the right vision. I have accepted these two manuscripts, and I will let you know when they are confirmed to be published."

After accepting the manuscript, Zhang Dening asked again: "What do you think about work?"

Tao Yushu pondered and said: "I would like to go to your unit, but with such a big assignment..."

Zhang Dening interrupted her and said firmly: "As long as you want to go, we will figure out the rest."

Seeing that Zhang Dening was so confident, Tao Yushu was happy and said, "Okay, then I will wait for your news."

"Don't worry."

After finishing Tao Yushu's work, Zhang Dening was in a good mood. She looked at the two manuscripts in her hand.

It would be a pity for a talent like Yushu not to be an editor. We haven't even reached the editorial department yet, and the results of the manuscript have already been compiled.

The two chatted for a while, and Zhang Dening asked about the creation of Lin Chaoyang's new novel.

"I just wrote more than 50,000 words."

"So slow!"

Lin Chaoyang said before that this novel would be a long novel. It has taken several months and only over 50,000 words have been written. It is indeed very slow.

She asked again: "Chaoyang, it's been half a year since your book "The Master of Chess" was published. Do you want to publish it?"

Hearing this, Lin Chaoyang became interested, "You are still publishing Yanjing Literature?"

"It's not us who wants to publish it, it's Yanjing Publishing House."

"Yenjing Literature" is a publication under the Yanjing Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and is a sibling unit with the Yanjing Publishing House.

"How much royalties can they give?" Lin Chaoyang asked a very direct question.

Zhang Dening showed disdain, "I only know about money."

Then she added: "Of course it's the top royalties."

"A bare roof? That's not interesting!" Lin Chaoyang's tone was full of disappointment.

"Are you not satisfied with the top score? How much more do you want?" Zhang Dening said angrily.

"It's not about how much I want, but you have to be sincere."

"Isn't it sincere enough?"

Lin Chaoyang shook his head calmly, "It's not enough. The Humanities Society of others is more sincere than you."

It’s the Humanities Club again!

Zhang Dening secretly resented it and asked stiffly: "No matter how sincere they are, how much more can they give you?"

"The basic remuneration is 12 yuan per 1,000 words, and the remuneration is 5% for every 10,000 copies printed."

As soon as Lin Chaoyang finished speaking, Zhang Dening was stunned, "Are they crazy?"

"What does it mean to be crazy? People call it love and talent.

Zhang Dening flawlessly attacked Lin Chaoyang for speaking out. She was still immersed in the shock of "the basic remuneration for a thousand words is 12 yuan, and the remuneration for printing 10,000 copies is 5%". She murmured to herself: "The Humanities Society... The Humanities Society is exaggerating. Prices!”

Lin Chaoyang said sarcastically: "Jealousy changes people beyond recognition. Look at your ugly appearance."

Zhang Dening glared at him angrily, regained some sense, and stared at Lin Chaoyang suspiciously.

"The Humanities Society gives you such a high standard of remuneration, so why don't you just publish your novel to them? Why are you telling me this?"

"Isn't that what you asked?"

"I'm asking if you want your novel to be published. When did I ask how much royalties they would give you?"

Zhang Dening narrowed his eyes, "You're not trying to take this opportunity to raise royalties, are you?"

Lin Chaoyang's expression was as usual after his little idea was exposed, "What do you mean by driving up manuscript fees? You are unwilling to pay a high price and won't let others pay? You are not sincere!"

After knowing each other for several years, Zhang Dening thought that she knew Lin Chaoyang too well. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this was the case.

"The Humanities Club really sets you such high standards?"

"Why should I lie to you about this? I'm more sincere than you."

Zhang Dening snorted coldly: "I do want to be sincere, but I have to have conditions that allow it! People in the humanities and society have a great cause!"

Speaking of "a big family and a big business", Zhang Dening's back molars almost broke.

Such price gouging is simply the scum of the industry!