Literary Master 1978

A large group of people from the Yanjing Literary and Art Association gathered at Chen Rong's house. The atmosphere was very lively. Everyone was vying to show off their skills when cooking. Lin Chaoyang couldn't even get in line, so he and Liu Xinwu simply sat aside and chatted.

"Chaoyang, does "Flower City" really give you a royalties of 50 yuan per thousand words?" Liu Xinwu asked eagerly.

The fact that "Flower City" paid Lin Chaoyang a sky-high 50 yuan remuneration per thousand words has been spread privately for half a year, but Lin Chaoyang himself has never said so.

A friend came to verify it, but he was also vague, so he strongly suspected that the news came from "Flower City".

He thinks that "Flower City" has at least two advantages in doing this.

First, it can demonstrate the courage of the magazine's rich and powerful people and attract more writers to contribute to the magazine;

Second, put pressure on magazines or publishing houses that want to write to Lin Chaoyang. Do you want to make an appointment for a manuscript? Study "Flower City", first publish a thousand words for 50 yuan and then talk about it.

This kind of thing was a naked conspiracy, and real money was spent on it. Lin Chaoyang could neither verify it with "Flower City" nor express his dissatisfaction.

He was not afraid that the news would get out. No matter how high the royalties were, he would be innocent. The main reason was that he was afraid that someone would make a fuss about this matter and disrupt the literary world.

Lao Liu was an honest man, and Lin Chaoyang was embarrassed to lie to him, "The royalties are indeed high."

Hearing this, Liu Xinwu felt a little frustrated. Did he really pay 50 yuan for a thousand words? How can I get Chaoyang's manuscripts from now on? Isn’t this price gouging?

"They are too brave to pay royalties. Isn't there anyone above them who cares?" Liu Xinwu complained.

Lin Chaoyang said: ""Flower City" has a great say in their agency, and I heard from Lao Li that it is a bit self-financing. The key is that my novel can really make them money!"

When it came to the last sentence, Lin Chaoyang's expression contained a bit of confidence.

How could Liu Xinwu not hear his subtext? He pursed his lips and said, "If I could make the decision, I would definitely give you a high price!"

His heart was full of regrets. Yanjing Publishing House had made a lot of money from "The Master of Chess" and "Shuttered Island". I dare not say how much more money there was. I must have hundreds of thousands of dollars, but they just couldn't bear to give it to Lin Chaoyang. Increase royalties.

There are problems with the vision of social leaders and constraints from above.

It doesn’t matter if he missed the film “Crossing the Guandong”. Just listening to Lin Chaoyang’s narration, Liu Xinwu could feel the epic grandeur of this film.

With the previous cooperative relationship between Yanjing Publishing House and Lin Chaoyang, it is not impossible to obtain the publishing rights of this novel.

Liu Xinwu has a feeling that "Crossing Guandong" will definitely detonate the entire literary world.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.

In fact, there is no need for him to feel that whether it is Su Chen and Tan Mu's generous praise or their feelings about the story today, in fact, this has almost become an established fact, but this fact will not explode until the day of publication. That’s all.

"When will you become the president, I'll give you a draft!" Lin Chaoyang said jokingly.

Liu Xinwu smiled bitterly, "Then I have no chance in this life."

"Hey, Lao Liu, don't belittle yourself, you still have to have dreams."

"Haha! My dream of becoming an official is something I don't want!"

Liu Xinwu enjoyed his misery and joked with Lin Chaoyang for a while, then Wang Meng called Lin Chaoyang over again.

"What?" Lin Chaoyang asked.

"I can't chat with you if I have nothing to do?" Wang Meng replied to him, and then said: "You are not only the editorial board member of our "People's Literature", but also a family member of our "People's Literature". Why don't you think about your work when you have it?" Point to one of our own?”

"You are not sincere in requesting manuscripts!"

Lin Chaoyang's works had been published in "People's Literature", and the editor Cui Daoyi later made an appointment with him to submit manuscripts. However, due to the issue of manuscript fees, Lin Chaoyang did not contribute any more manuscripts to them.

"Fifty yuan for a thousand words, right?" Wang Meng's tone was full of ridicule.

Lin Chaoyang said helplessly: "How come you know everything?"

Now that this matter is spreading more and more widely, Lin Chaoyang can no longer pretend to be deaf.

"You dare to ask for royalties, and are you afraid of being criticized?" Wang Meng continued to tease him.

"What do I have to be afraid of? Aren't I afraid of the scorn of these magazines?"

Wang Meng said cheerfully: "You are scolding us for not being able to eat the grapes and saying the grapes are sour, right?"

"You said that yourself."

"Okay, okay, stop joking. I have something to ask you for help."

Wang Meng put away his smile and talked about business with Lin Chaoyang.

Wang Meng has been in office for more than seven months since he took over from Zhang Guangnian as editor-in-chief of "People's Literature" in July last year.

Over the past seven months, he has used various means to smooth out the internal relations in the editorial department, but some of his reform ideas for the magazine have not yet been realized.

He now has an idea to set up a creative correspondence center this year to hold a series of literary lectures and creative correspondence classes, mainly targeting potential young authors from "People's Literature".

"In my opinion, it would be best if we could create a supplement. I have already thought of the name, and it will be called "Friends of People's Literature."

This publication is equivalent to the textbook of the correspondence center. It can publish the creative theories and lecture notes of teachers. Moreover, the students' writing level is generally not very high, so it is not appropriate to publish it in "People's Literature". It would be much more convenient if we had this supplement. . "

Wang Meng talked for a long time, then stopped here and looked at Lin Chaoyang, "I want Yushu to be in charge of this supplement. What do you think?"

Let Tao Yushu be in charge of the supplement?

This is of course a good thing, but Wang Meng could have told Tao Yushu face to face, but he chose to come to him today to tell him. Thinking of the creative correspondence center he mentioned before, Lin Chaoyang already understood his plan.

"As a leader, you value our Jade Book. This is of course a good thing. If I tell her about it later, she will definitely be happy." Lin Chaoyang said with a smile.

Wang Meng added: "How about you come and give lectures to the students when the correspondence center opens?"

"How to arrange the time?"

"At that time, we will hold a literature lecture in Yanjing and invite you lecturers to teach local students in Yanjing. The lecture notes will be published in the supplement.

The frequency is the same as the publication frequency of the supplement, which is once a month. You only need to give one class. It can take a longer time, one day. In fact, it is similar to the workshop in "Yenjing Literature". "

Lin Chaoyang nodded. In the 1980s, almost every publication would hold such so-called creative classes and workshops. The main purpose was naturally to attract and cultivate young writers.

Of course, there are also some publications that generate income in the name of holding classes.

"People's Literature" naturally does not need to use this method to generate income. What Wang Meng needs now is to find fresh blood so that he can flex his muscles in "People's Literature".

It was just a lecture, so it didn't take much time. Lin Chaoyang happily agreed: "Okay."

Wang Meng was very happy to invite him to be a lecturer. The two chatted for a while, and Chen Rong started preparing for dinner.

The dining table at Chen Rong's house is an ordinary Eight Immortals table. Today, more than ten people came and it was impossible to sit down. No one minded. Song Fan took the lead and led a few people to the sofa, brought two plates of food and started eating.

Everyone chatted while eating, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

At this time, a handsome young man with small eyes came in from the door. He nodded and bowed when he entered, and greeted Yang Mo, Song Fan and others enthusiastically.

"Aunt Yang!"

"Uncle Song!"

…

Chen Rong introduced to everyone that this is her second son Liang Tian.

Song Fan teased: "You kid, aren't you supposed to be on duty at this point? Why did you come back?"

"Uncle, you have to let me eat when I'm on duty! You can't lead a man who likes to eat hot food and drink spicy food, and doesn't care about the life and death of us little soldiers!"

Liang Tian replied to Song Fan with a playful smile, and Chen Rong scolded him for not being too big or too small. Song Fan didn't care and said with a smile: "Then eat quickly and go back after eating."

Liang Tian suddenly had a bitter look on his face, "Uncle Song, please don't make things difficult for me, just treat me like a fart!"

Chen Rong slapped him hard and said, "The more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes. Everyone is eating."

Liang Tian is the second eldest child in the family. His elder brother Liang Zuo and younger sister Liang Huan are both smart. He is the only one who is not very smart. But he has one good thing. He knows that he is not good at studying and he is very discerning at home.

Later, he joined the army after graduating from junior high school. When he returned from his job the year before last, Chen Rong asked him to work as a temporary worker in the Liaison Department of the Association of Literary and Art Circles. His main job was to serve tea to the old comrades of the Association.

Today is Sunday, and the Literary and Art Association needs someone to be on duty, so he does his duty, but he is cunning and comes back all morning.

Chen Rong apologized to everyone: "The second oldest kid in our family is always talking nonsense."

Knowing that today was a gathering for his mother and colleagues, Liang Tian found a pair of bowls and chopsticks without putting them on the table. He picked up some food and sat in the corner of the sofa.

Yang Mo said with a smile: "Look at how hard the child is. Come on, come to me and eat. I've finished eating."

Liang Tian quickly said: "Aunt Yang, no, no, no, you sit down, I'll just take one bite."

"You're welcome, come here quickly."

Yang Mo called to Liang Tian, ​​but he never came over. At this time, Lin Chaoyang, who was sitting next to Yang Mo, put down his bowl and chopsticks.

"Okay, don't give in, there is a place here."

He stood up and made room for Liang Tian.

Seeing that everyone had given up their seats, Liang Tian sat over and nodded to Lin Chaoyang with squinted eyes, "Thank you, I don't know how to address you."

"Call Uncle Lin!" Lin Chaoyang said with a smile.

Liang Tian was stunned for a moment. He didn't know Lin Chaoyang. This man seemed to be about the same age as him, and he actually asked himself to call him uncle.

It's simply shameless!

But Liang Tian's eyes caught the interested looks of the uncles and aunts beside him, then he looked at his mother Lin Chaoyang and said, "I call your mother eldest sister. Come on, call me uncle."

Seeing that his mother didn't express anything, Liang Tian looked at the expectant expressions of everyone, and with difficulty opened his mouth and called out, "Hello, Uncle Lin!"

Lin Chaoyang nodded, "Yes, he is a good and polite boy."

Listening to Lin Chaoyang's compliments, Liang Tian's face almost turned green, he was so shameless!

Chen Rong finally spoke at this time and said to Lin Chaoyang: "It's the Chinese New Year, and the children are called 'uncle'. Why don't you give me some lucky money?"

"Hey, are you waiting here for me?" Lin Chaoyang pretended to be surprised.

Everyone laughed happily, and Li Tuo mocked: "This is the price for letting you act as an elder."

Lin Chaoyang ignored him and took out a few bills from his pocket.

"Sister Chen is right. The call of 'uncle' during the Chinese New Year cannot be in vain. Come and take it."

Liang Tian looked at the "big unity" in front of him and swallowed his saliva. He only earned more than 20 yuan a month doing odd jobs at the Literary and Art Association, and this "big unity" almost caught up with his half-month salary.

Chen Rong didn't expect Lin Chaoyang to take her joke seriously, and quickly tried to stop him, but Lin Chaoyang waved his hand, "It's okay, I'm happy for the Chinese New Year."

Seeing that his mother didn't speak anymore, Liang Tian took the ticket from Lin Chaoyang after a brief mental struggle, and said again in a sweet manner, "Thank you, Uncle Lin!"

"You're welcome."

Uncle Lin sounded obviously more sincere this time than before, and his ability was easy to use.

Lin Chaoyang waved to brother and sister Liang Zuo and Liang Huan again, "I'd rather leave a group behind than leave one person behind. You two will come too."

Liang Huan called "Uncle Lin" without any burden, and happily took the big unity card from Lin Chaoyang's hand.

Liang Zuo was a little embarrassed, "Master, I don't need to call you, right?"

Lin Chaoyang was very excited, "Let's talk about our own things. For you, you call me master. For your mother, you call me uncle."

Liang Zuo said helplessly: "Uncle Lin, happy New Year!"

Lin Chaoyang lacked another note in his hand. When he called him uncle, he gave him ten yuan. Chen Jiangong came to Lin Chaoyang and said shamelessly: "Chaoyang, why don't I call you uncle too?"

Lin Chaoyang's face was full of disgust when he heard this, "I'm afraid you'll call me bankrupt!"

Lin Chaoyang was generous just now, but now he was stingy again. The sharp contrast between Lin Chaoyang and others made everyone burst into laughter.