Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Shanghai Stock Exchange.

After dinner, Du Shuangling, Wen Hui and Zou Qingzhu gathered on the sofa to read the newspaper.

They were attracted by the latest front-page news in Xinmin Evening News.

The headline of the news report is "Best in History!" The news officially surpassed "Abandoned Capital" and sold 2.5 million copies! 》

The subtitle is "Writers Create Myths in March"

The news content is roughly:

Since "Wind" was officially published on April 1 this year, it has quickly become popular as soon as it was launched. It has become a hit in the market and the darling of readers. It has firmly occupied the top spot of major newspapers.

…Xinhua Bookstore has been out of stock. People queue up to buy books at the entrance of the People’s Literature Printing Factory at 5 a.m. every day. In just 3 months, it has been reprinted 6 times. A conservative estimate of 2.5 million copies is only a lot more.

…Later it was introduced to the international market and translated into English, French, Japanese, and Korean and circulated around the world. So far, "Wind" has continued its good start in the domestic market and achieved greater success, selling a total of 1.2 million copies in major international markets.

...In March, with the 10% royalties from "The Wind", he was officially ranked 9th on the rich list of writers.

Zhou Rong glanced at the three girls chattering on the sofa and asked her husband, who was reading "The Wind" next to her, "Can you stand up for me and criticize it for me?"

Wen Tuyuan and Zhou Rong were in a free love relationship, which was not easy in that era. Therefore, although the two had already entered middle age, they had a very good relationship and never spoke in a rigid manner.

Feeling his wife's playful aura that has persisted for decades, Wen Tuyuan looked up with a smile: "It's difficult, the "wind sound" has exceeded my level."

"oh."

Zhou Rong was not surprised at all by her husband's answer. He turned around and ate the fruit gracefully and watched TV.

Wen Tu glanced at his wife from a distance and joked: "You seem to be happy to see me deflated."

Zhou Rong put a small piece of watermelon into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and then said, "Of course, the opera singers say that both husband and wife should return the home."

Then she thought of something and asked in a low voice: "Based on your experience, how old do you think the author of "The Wind" is?"

"Um"

Wen Tuyuan pondered for a while and replied: "Don't newspapers say that the author of "The Wind" is a genius writer? I guess he should be 35 years old."

Zhou Rong smiled with satisfaction, straightened his body and continued to eat melon and watch TV.

Seeing that his wife was in a good mood, Wen Yuantu didn't think too much, lowered his head and continued reading "The Wind".

Tao Ge came, and so did Hong Zhenbo.

The driver of the van he was still riding in was still Jiang Bai.

After lunch, Jiang Bai left wisely and reluctantly, saying that he had something to do.

There is no way out. The "Latent" novel has not been officially published yet and is still in the confidentiality stage. As an outsider, Jiang Bai has matured with age and is very self-aware.

study.

Looking at the piles of manuscripts covering the three large drawers on the left, middle and right, my eyes slowly moved from the first edition to the latest 15th edition.

After a few minutes, Hong Zhenbo said only one word: "Okay."

Time is running out and the situation within People’s Literature is grim. Zhang Xuan, Hong Zhenbo and Tao Ge were all tense at the moment, getting into the mood and doing business as soon as they entered the study.

Zhang Xuan is nervous because although he feels good about himself, after all, the authorities are obsessed with it. Before he is recognized by professionals and the majority of readers, no matter how confident and sure he is, at such a critical moment of life and death, it is inevitable that he will feel a little confused. perturbed.

There is no need to say more about Hong Zhenbo's nervousness.

The success of the "lurking" novel is directly related to his future future and his face.

He has staked everything, including his dignity, on the "Insidious" novel.

Hong Zhenbo had already made up his mind on the way south to Yangcheng: If the new books in March were not good enough, he would directly resign from People's Literature, stop being involved in anything from now on, and return to his hometown in southern Jiangsu to raise chickens for the rest of his life.

Of course, Hong Zhenbo has more expectations than leaving sadly.

Even very high expectations.

Hong Zhenbo believes that if the second half of the "Latent" novel can continue the brilliance of the previous one, he will not only be proud and consolidate his position within the people's literature.

From now on, in this professional field, you will have your own place wherever you go. Respected by everyone, no one dares to despise him!

As for Tao Ge, she had the same idea as Hong Zhenbo. She made a decision when she came and decided to advance and retreat with Editor Hong.

In her mind, Editor-in-Chief Hong’s current awkward position within People’s Literature was entirely caused by her.

If she hadn't helped recommend "lurking" novels, and if Chief Editor Hong hadn't been willing to come to Yangcheng for her father's sake, the current miserable situation wouldn't have happened.

So she made up her mind to advance and retreat together with Chief Editor Hong.

Hong Zhenbo sat on the chair, held up the new book, looked at it gently like a child for a long time, and then started to turn the pages and opened the title page.

In order to maintain continuity and gain insight into Zhang Xuan's real novelty, he planned to read it from the beginning, from the first volume.

Tao Ge's eyes lingered on Zhang Xuan and Hong Zhenbo for a long time, and then he began to drink tea quietly, waiting quietly.

Waiting for Chief Editor Hong to finish reading the first small book so that she could take over, she wanted to start reading it again.

When it comes to his career, Tao Ge is more cautious than ever at this time and will naturally not slack off.

After arranging the two of them, Zhang Xuan, who couldn't stand the suffocating atmosphere, found an opportunity to exit the study.

First, we went to the kitchen to watch Lao Deng cooking, and listened to Wang Li's dirty jokes.

Seeing Zhang Xuan come in, Deng Daqing turned around and asked, "What are you doing here? You are not needed in the kitchen. You can go and do your business."

"Why…"

Sighing, Zhang Xuan picked up his hands and leaned to the side, saying with emotion:

"Let me breathe a few more breaths of free air. Maybe from now on, you will never see me as arrogant and domineering again."

Lao Deng laughed when he heard it, and asked with concern: "This is not like your boy's style. Why are you timid at the last moment and not confident?"

Zhang Xuan curled his lips: "It's not that he's not confident, but his emotions were infected by the two people inside.

I was thinking that if the new book failed to meet their expectations, I would be embarrassed to face Mr. Jiangdong again in the future. "

Wang Li, who was chopping vegetables, was curious: "How would you rate the new book?"

Zhang Xuan closed and opened his eyes and stretched out his hands: "Then you still have to ask. If the full score is 100 points, I will give it 120 points."

Hearing this, Lao Deng adjusted his glasses and bared his teeth and said, "Hey! We were worrying so much. Look, this shameless boy Zhang is back again."

After staying in the kitchen for a while, Zhang Xuan went outside again, walking around the campus, taking a walk, and broadening his mood.

The new book has nearly 460,000 words. Anyway, the two of them won't be able to finish it in a while, so there is no need to rush it.

Two days in a row…

Hong Zhenbo and Tao Ge live at the same pace, reading, taking time to eat, and reading.

Even if there are bathing, going to the toilet, and sleeping in between, people are still holding on to time.

Afraid of wasting it.

Two days passed so boringly and solemnly

On the afternoon of the third day, around 3 o'clock.

The sculpture-like Hong Zhenbo finally made some movement. The expressionless expression he had maintained all along disappeared, and his seriousness disappeared.

After reading the last word, Hong Zhenbo put down the manuscript, took a deep breath, and said seriously to Zhang Xuan: "Okay! Very good!"

After saying "Okay! Very good!", Hong Zhenbo smiled to himself, smiled with relief and with satisfaction. He felt that the trip was worthwhile. Such a masterpiece was worthy of his heavy bet and worthy of his protection.

Seeing Editor-in-Chief Hong saying "yes" before reading and still saying "yes" after reading it, Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

Tao Ge also breathed a sigh of relief.

After looking at Zhang Xuan in tacit understanding for a few seconds, Tao Ge began to read the last small book.

However, she was no longer nervous now, put down her previous burdens, relaxed and read the ending with enjoyment.

In two hours, Tao Ge finished reading it.

Hong Zhenbo took a sip of herbal tea, tilted his head and asked, "How is it?"

Tao Ge put down his notebook and said happily: "The results I want are written on Uncle Hong's face."

Hong Zhenbo nodded and continued drinking tea with a smile.

Zhang Xuan filled their empty cups with tea and asked them: "How to arrange the new books?"

When it came to business, Hong Zhenbo put down his teacup and said, "There is no rush. We will decide after August 1."

Zhang Xuan understood it almost instantly.

Editor-in-chief Hong’s word “redefinition” contains two meanings, two completely opposite meanings:

One is: if the new book "Latent" passes the Mao Dun Literary Award submission decision within the People's Literature on August 1, then everything will be easy to say.

Why suspend the serialization of other works and prioritize the serialization of the entire issue to "lurk"...

What omni-channel promotion...

What kind of physical book publishing?

Everyone will race against time, move in an orderly and intensive manner.

Another outcome is: the submission fails, and Chief Editor Hong and Tao Ge pack up and leave.

The fate of the new book is determined by its successor.

Or Zhang Xuan changed his career and no longer published in People's Literature.

Damn it, people are too smart for that. Zhang Xuan suddenly realized the core of Hong Zhenbo, and his mood that was completely flying like a kite suddenly became tense again.

Seeing the smile on Zhang Xuan's face disappear, Tao Ge couldn't help laughing.

Finally, he consoled me by saying, "You don't understand Editor-in-Chief Hong, but I do. Just relax, eat and drink well at home, and just wait for the good news."

Zhang Xuan stared at her for a while, and when he saw that she didn't seem to be lying, he felt relaxed again for no reason.

To be honest, he was not afraid that the new book would be of poor quality, but that Chief Editor Hong had not been able to compete with others.

After all, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Faced with closely related interests, no one can guarantee the outcome until the end.

Dinner was eaten outside the school, and Tao Xian treated him to a treat.

After three rounds of drinking, Tao Xian said to Hong Zhenbo, "The last time I met in March, he encouraged himself not to slack off with the words "If you have high aspirations, everything depends on human effort, and those who do it will always succeed." I was very touched. In the past few months, , I really realized how difficult these 12 words were.

What about you, what do you think? "

Hong Zhenbo pondered for a while and nodded: "It's wonderful."

Tao Xian raised his glass, "I feel relieved with your words. Come, the four of us have a drink together."

King Yinjiao spoke, and the three of them knew each other very well, so they quickly clinked their glasses and took a gulp.

I don't know whether it was because of Tao Xian's consolation or because he was fully confident about the "lurking" of the new book. Hong Zhenbo had a great appetite after this meal and ate four large bowls in a row.

After learning from each other, Zhang Xuan and Tao Ge also enjoyed themselves.

The atmosphere was good and everyone had a lively meal.

After paying the bill and walking out of the Cantonese restaurant, Tao Xian came over and whispered to Zhang Xuan: "They all say that the CUHK campus is beautiful. In March, come and walk with me."

Some of the words were easy to understand as soon as he heard them. Zhang Xuan immediately agreed cheerfully: "It's rare to come to CUHK. Uncle Tao really should visit. The scenery here has a unique flavor."

The two walked side by side, chatting and looking at the scenery, and walked around slowly.

Afterwards, Tao Xian praised softly and implicitly with his eyes: "The scenery of CUHK is very good, and it can be ranked among the top three universities in China.

It's very nice. The scenery at CUHK is certainly very nice.

You, Tao Xian, are such an old man, yet you have such a high and powerful position, yet you want to take away a manuscript so unceremoniously.

Although it is not the first draft, nor is it the final draft, the intermediate version is still valuable.

You must know that this was written by the great writer March, Zhang Xuan complained silently in his heart.

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