The Sweetness of the Seventies

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Tang Pingan finally believed that he heard correctly.

"Thank you, Teacher He, thank you, Teacher He." Tang Ping'an said excitedly, "What I wrote has been published, and it can be published."

"Yes, calm down first." He Tiantian chuckled, "I have more important things to say. You previously wrote 100,000 words. According to the contract, you can serialize two chapters a week for two months. Yes. How many novels have you written? Can you keep up?"

"I can keep up. I already have 50,000 manuscripts." Tang Pingan said, "It will take another month to write 100,000. This book has a total of 300,000 words."

After hearing this, He Tiantian nodded and said, "Okay, then I'm relieved. Then sit down now and take a good look at the contract. If there is no problem, you can sign it."

"Yes." Tang Pingan sat down and read the contract carefully. If he encountered something he didn't understand, He Tiantian would ask for leave.

He Tiantian knew better and tried to explain it to Tang Ping'an as carefully as possible.

Tang Ping'an thought it was good, nodded and said: "Teacher, I think it's okay. You can sign now."

He Tiantian handed over a pen and Tang Pingan signed.

He Tiantian put away the contract and said: "Tang Pingan, you are now the one who signed the contract. In the future, the novels you write must be kept confidential and cannot be seen by others at will. Do you understand what I mean? "

Tang Ping'an nodded and said, "I know, thank you, Teacher He."

"Then you go back." He Tiantian said, "They will remit the money to you when they receive the contract. Then you can directly deposit the remittance in your bankbook."

"Yeah, yeah." Tang Pingan was excited. He had 7,000 Hong Kong dollars, which was more than 2,000 yuan converted into RMB.

With these two thousand yuan, my family can build a big house, and my younger siblings can continue their studies.

He Tiantian acted quickly and got off work early to send it.

However, there is no airtight wall. Even if Tang Pingan doesn't say it, it doesn't mean that other teachers don't know. Many people know that Tang Pingan's novel was published in a magazine in Xiangjiang.

Many people complimented Tang Ping'an, and some spoke sourly.

However, Tang Ping'an always remembered He Tiantian's words and wrote novels in school in a low-key manner, not caring about the outside world.

After Xie Wanying got the contract, she arranged for serial payment.

After Tang Pingan received 7,000 yuan, he deposited 3,000 yuan in his bankbook, and then mailed another 3,000 yuan to his family. At the same time, he sent a telegram to his family, "With the royalties, I can build a house and my brothers and sisters can study."

This amount of money is already a huge amount of money for Tang Pingan. Not only can he do what he likes to do, but he can also make money and support his family.

This is great!

He will have to work harder to write in the future.

Tang Ping'an bought some gifts and delivered them to Teacher He's home in person.

Zhou and Huo Zhekun are at home.

He Tiantian cooked and asked her father-in-law to chat with Tang Pingan.

Huo Zhekun happened to be at home, and he was overjoyed when he heard that he was the author of the novel "Wind and Cloud".

"How many books have you written?" Huo Zhekun asked. He read part of it and couldn't forget it.

"Sixty thousand words have been written." Tang Pingan said cautiously, "Mr. Huo, have you also read my novel?"

"I've seen it. Your teacher brought it over and said it looked good. I was a little curious and wanted to take a look." Huo Zhekun said, "It's really good, but in front of you, I also want to say sorry for not asking for your permission." I read your manuscript."

"It's an honor for me to be attracted by Mr. Huo." Tang Ping'an smiled, feeling very happy that his novel was liked by others.

"I heard it has been published. When you publish the book, be sure to leave me the complete copy." Huo Zhekun said, "You also need to sign it for me. When you become a great writer, this signed book will become famous."

"Thank you, Mr. Huo." Tang Pingan said, "If it is published, I will definitely give you a book."

He Tiantian was very pleased with Tang Pingan's personal thanks. No matter what happened in the future, at least Tang Pingan would remember her as a good teacher.

He knew etiquette and didn't help him in vain.

What He Tiantian values ​​​​is not money, but talent and respect, which satisfies her mentality of being a teacher.

In just two issues of the magazine, we received a lot of letters from readers.

Xie Wanying collected these letters and sent them all to He Tiantian, along with two magazines.

He Tiantian handed everything to Tang Pingan and said: "Tang Pingan, I will give you Ms. Xie's contact information. You can contact him directly, including signing contracts, collecting money, sending manuscripts and collecting magazines. These You know it, you can do it yourself. If you don’t understand something, you can ask me. As long as I understand it, I will tell you. If I don’t understand it, I will ask others and tell you.”

Tang Ping'an was stunned and asked: "Teacher, is Ms. Xie easy to get along with?"

He Tiantian smiled and said: “Ms. I’ll treat you badly.”

"Oh, I remembered it, thank you, Teacher He." Tang Ping'an said gratefully. Teacher He opened a window for her, allowing him to see the outside world.

He Tiantian thought for a while and said: "By the way, there are two addresses here, one is the address of Ms. Xie's publishing house, and the other is her private address. If someone asks you for your address and hopes to submit articles like you did, , you can tell the publisher’s address, just write down the private address yourself.”

Tang Ping'an instantly understood that during this period, people had been asking where he published, and he didn't know how to reply?

Now we have the address of the publishing house. If anyone wants it, he will give it to him.

Tang Ping'an returned to the classroom and received everyone's attention gift.

Yuanhua stood up and said with a smile: "Yuanhua, congratulations! You are holding two traditional Chinese magazines in your hands. Is your novel published in them?"

Facing the cheerful, generous and enthusiastic Yuan Hua, Tang Ping'an felt a little shy, nodded and said, "Yes, I just received it."

"Can you lend it to us to read?" Yuan Hua asked, "Let us also read the magazines from Xiangjiang to broaden our horizons."

Others also echoed, saying: "Yes, Tang Pingan, we are all classmates, just show us."

Tang Ping'an also wanted to mingle with his classmates. This was a good opportunity and said, "Okay, you can take a look first."

Tang Ping'an lent the book to Yuan Hua, and when others saw this, they also came to pick it up.

"Please take it and circulate it, but please take care of it. I haven't read it either." Tang Ping'an smiled gently, not feeling proud just because he published a novel.

Yuanhua flipped through it, but didn't see Tang Pingan's name, so he asked: "Tang Pingan, your name is not on it? Which article was written by you?"

"My pen name is February Red." Tang Ping'an said, "It is taken from the red leaves of frost in February flowers."