Literary Heroes of the Republic of China

Huo Ying frowned and said with a smile: "Such a novel should be published, haha, it's a joy to read."

Fu Yun'an didn't speak, but he had the same thought as Huo Ying, and he also felt that reading this novel made people feel happy.

Of course, he felt happy, and some people probably didn't feel so, but he didn't care.

"By the way, Tianxing really dares to say anything and write anything." Huo Ying said again: "I'm getting more and more curious about him. I don't know what kind of person he is."

"Maybe you know him." Fu Yun'an said, it is impossible for a person like Tianxing to be unknown in Shanghai, and the circle in Shanghai is only that big. He and his second brother probably know Tianxing.

I don't know which one it is.

When Fu Yun'an and Huo Ying read the letter, Mu Qiong had already picked up Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu from the orphanage, and then went home with them.

Zhu Wanwan has been very active in learning English recently. When she was in the orphanage, she tried to speak English with Jin Huailai as much as possible, and she even listened to the class of Jiang Chenhai, a new teacher from Ping An Middle School. She has learned English more and more. the better.

Today, she also did not forget to learn English on the way home. She kept talking to Mu Qiong in English and didn't stop until she reached the door.

But at the door of the house, Mu Qiong said: "Mother, I'll go to Fu's house to have a look, you and Changyu go wash up first."

"Okay." Zhu Wanwan agreed, and said, "I'll warm the water for you in the pot then."

Mu Qiong nodded in response, and then went to knock on the door next door.

Fu Yun'an suddenly disappeared, maybe he was sick, he couldn't be indifferent.

The door opened quickly, and it was the coachman of the Fu family who came to open the door.

Seeing Mu Qiong, the coachman asked, "Mr. Mu, are you okay?"

"It's nothing... Is Fu Yun'an here?" Mu Qiong asked.

"Mr. Fu is not here. He hasn't come back since he went out yesterday," said the coachman.

It turned out that Fu Yun'an was not there, no wonder he didn't come to look for him.Mu Qiong asked again: "Where did he go?"

The coachman said, "I don't know...Mr. Mu, would you like to come in and have a seat?"

Fu Yun'an was not there, and there was nothing to sit on, Mu Qiong refused.

When Mu Qiong came home, Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu had already started to boil the water. When the water was heated, Mu Changyu carried the water to take a bath first, followed by Zhu Wanwan, and he waited for the last to wash.

When Mu Qiong took a shower and went to bed, Fu Yun'an had just returned home.

Then I learned from the coachman that Mu Qiong had come.

His mood immediately improved.

So the next day, when Mu Qiong went out, he saw Fu Yun'an coming out from the next door, and smiled at him: "Morning."

"Meet" again.

Fu Yun'an asked the Hope Monthly to publish "Contagion", but it was just a one-sentence matter, but the Hope Monthly was too busy to turn his back on his back.

Originally, they had already completed the typesetting and were about to start printing. Now that there is an order from above, they have to re-typeset.

Zhou Nianxiang reviewed the manuscript in the evening, and bought cigarettes specially for the layout worker, and asked the layout worker to reformat it for him.

When he was so busy, he brought his assistant with him. His assistant naturally read the content of "Contagion". Will you be troubled by the Japanese?"

Although this is the Anglo-French Concession, Britain and France are at war recently, and there is no time to pay attention to China, so there are more Japanese in Shanghai...

Nowadays, many of the imported goods sold in Shanghai from abroad have changed from English and French to Japanese.Even the opium business, which was originally mainly controlled by the British, was intervened by the Japanese.

"What are we afraid of? Do you think we are still that small monthly magazine that is about to go bankrupt? We are now the publication under Huo Ershao's hands!" Zhou Nianxiang said.

Now in Shanghai, who doesn't know that Hope Monthly has been bought by Huo Ershao?

Not only are they in the British and French Concession, but they also have Huo Ershao as their backer, so they don't need to be afraid of the Japanese.

The little assistant thought so too.

Even if the Japanese are unhappy, it is impossible to go to war over a novel.

A new issue of Hope Monthly has started printing, and this issue of Hope Monthly has a lot of content.

There were [-] words of "I'm in a Hundred Years Later", two rounds, and [-] words of "Contagion".

This whole book can be said to be Tianxing's album-after publishing so many novels by Tianxing, they can't publish anything else.

"In this issue, we will print twice as much." Zhou Nianxiang thought for a while and said.

After the [-] words of "I'm in a Hundred Years" are finished, the serialization will stop, and there will be a new book "Contagion" in it... He believes that this issue of Hope Monthly will definitely sell well.

When Zhou Nianxiang was full of confidence in the sales of Hope Monthly, Mu Qiong was reading the newspaper in the editorial office of Education Monthly.

Today everyone is still talking about the death of that person.There are all kinds of news in newspapers, and there are also various opinions. Politicians, soldiers, literati... swarmed to publish articles in newspapers.

Among these published articles was Sheng Chaohui's.

Mu Qiong read the newspaper, and then continued to drink tea, write novels and translate.

Mu Qiong lived this kind of life for several days in a row, and these days, Fu Yun'an didn't see him other than "meeting" with him in the morning, probably busy with the hospital.

Even though he is so busy, he insists on walking with him every morning... Mu Qiong can't tell what it feels like.

On this day, not long after the bell rang for the first class in the morning at the Ping An Middle School next door, Mu Qiong was writing "Contagion" when suddenly someone walked up the stairs.

The editorial part of the Education Monthly has two floors. The offices of Mu Qiong and Sheng Chaohui are both on the second floor. Because Sheng Chaohui often does not stay in the editorial department, most of the time, Mu Qiong exclusively occupies the second floor.

Open the drawer and put the manuscript paper in hand, and spread out a half-written translation on the table... Mu Qiong had just packed it when there was a knock on the door of his office.

Mu Qiong stood up and opened the door, and then saw Sheng Chaohui and Zheng Runze, who had come to him before and had an appointment with him, walk in.

"Mr. Zheng!" Mu Qiong looked at Zheng Runze in surprise: "Why is Mr. Zheng here?" Facing this historical celebrity, he could never remain calm.

"Let me see what the editorial department of Education Monthly is like." Zheng Runze said: "Learn from the experience."

"Mr. Zheng was joking." Mu Qiong said, "Mr. Zheng's Xincheng Monthly is no worse than ours."

Xincheng Monthly was published in later generations, but it is a well-known publication that has influenced many revolutionary youths, and many very famous articles were first published in Xincheng Monthly.

"Our sales volume is far inferior to yours." Zheng Runze said.

"That's because the readership is different." Mu Qiong said, let alone the sales... Xincheng Monthly has been blocked.

But to be honest, when it comes to ideology and literature, Educational Monthly is definitely not as good as Xincheng Monthly.

After the two sides chatted, Mu Qiong found out that Zheng Runze still wanted to ask for a draft when he came here today, and it was related to Sheng Chaohui.

These days, Sheng Chaohui wrote several articles one after another and sent them out, which caught Zheng Runze's eyes. As a result, Sheng Chaohui said that his article was well written, all because of Mu Qiong's help in revising it...

"You have resigned from Ping'an Middle School, do you have time to write articles?" Zheng Runze asked with a smile.

Mu Qiong thought for a while before saying: "Mr. Zheng, let me tell the truth. I didn't write it. First, I was afraid that my writing would not be good. Second, I am timid."

Mu Qiong was really afraid that he might not be able to write the articles needed by Xincheng Monthly. As for being timid... In this era, sometimes speaking out one's own voice may be in danger.

When Zheng Runze heard the words "cowardly", he knew what Mu Qiong was worried about. He immediately said, "Actually, if you are worried, you can change your pen name."

Mu Qiong's heart skipped a beat.

In this day and age, there are many people who always change their pseudonyms.

Some people are purely for hobbies, but there are also some people who change their pseudonyms for the convenience of cursing or something...

If he really wants to write some inappropriate articles, he can really change his pseudonym, as long as he doesn't let others know. As for Zheng Runze...he believes that Zheng Runze will definitely keep it a secret for himself.

"Mu Qiong, I think you can write and read. You are so good at writing, you can't waste your talent!" Sheng Chaohui said: "Recently, you only wrote "Wandering", too little!"

He wrote not only "Wandering Notes", but also "Contagion". Unfortunately, he might have to hide the pseudonym Tianxing for a lifetime.Mu Qiong thought for a while, and finally said: "Mr. Zheng, I can try to write. When I finish writing, I will find you."

"Okay! I'll wait." Zheng Runze was very happy.

Zheng Runze sat for a while before leaving, and when Zheng Runze left, Mu Qiong began to seriously consider changing his pseudonym to write an article in Xincheng Monthly.

And he planned to do so for a reason.

He's a little out of money.

His current income is not low, but his expenses are even higher. After buying a few jade bracelets, he even owed money to Sheng Chaohui.

Although Sheng Chaohui won't urge him to pay back the money, he can't keep owing the money, let alone he hasn't paid off the money to buy the house, and what's more...Fu Yun'an still gives him things from time to time, he In the future, I might even give Fu Yun'an a gift in return.

If you want to be rich, you have to increase revenue and reduce expenditure.

It is not easy to cut costs, so it is better to work hard on open source.

In fact, if articles written under the pen name of Tianxing also received manuscript fees, he would definitely not be short of money now. Unfortunately, in order to hide his identity, he does not need manuscript fees for books such as "I am in a hundred years" and "Contagion" !

Xincheng Monthly has high requirements for the quality of articles, and does not want recreational novels or long articles. It prefers short prose poems and so on. Because of this, it pays a lot of manuscript fees, which can be five or six yuan per thousand words.

He writes a short story of about 60 words, and can earn [-] yuan at a time.

If he didn't buy things like emeralds, in fact, his whole family wouldn't spend ten yuan a month. Just writing a few articles would make the family live well.

It's a pity that he doesn't know what to write for the time being...Mu Qiong has already made up his mind to read Xincheng Monthly.

When Mu Qiong was thinking about changing his pseudonym to write articles, the Hope Monthly, which many people had been waiting for, was finally published.

This issue of the Hope Monthly Newsletter was printed so much that every bookstore was full.

Seeing this situation, the bookstore owner couldn't help laughing and crying. After more than half a year, he hoped that the sales volume of the monthly newspaper has stabilized and there will be no more explosive growth. Now that he suddenly brought so many books, can he sell them?