"he,tui!"

"he,tui!"

Almost at the same time, Lin Weimin and Qu Xiaowei, who had completed the transaction, sent signals of contempt to each other.

"Lin Weimin!" Before Lin Weimin could continue to despise Qu Xiaowei, Tang Yuqiu called him from afar.

"Teacher Tang, what's the matter?" Lin Weimin ran over.

"While you were away in the morning, Shihui came over to deliver the manuscript payment slip to you. Take a look."

Tang Yuqiu handed an envelope to Lin Weimin, and he took it and opened it generously.

It was successful, almost as he expected. "The Death of Yura" is a short story with only over 18,000 words, and the manuscript fee was only 8 yuan per 1,000 words, a total of 152 yuan.

Counting the two novels together, the total cost is 816 yuan.

There was admiration in Tang Kangmei's tone. Although she always talked about her age, when it came to talent and strength, she had to admire Lin Weimin.

Although this kid is usually joking, when it comes to his talent in writing, he is really high.

This journey has not been easy!

The next morning, Mr. Wu Zuxiang lectured on "Dream of Red Mansions". The old man was a master of red studies.

He hasn't published anything for more than half a year, and the royalties can only be smelled to satisfy his cravings.

Thanks to Lin Weimin and others who went to Wangfujing Bookstore to queue up to grab classics, everyone in the class already had a good understanding of "Dream of Red Mansions" before the class started, so they would not have any difficulty listening to Mr. Wu Zuxiang's class.

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It is equivalent to two years' salary of an ordinary worker in this era. I dare not say that it is too old to buy a house easily in Yanjing City.

"Beat your sex!" Qu Xiaowei cursed, but turned around and went to grab the manuscript payment slip from Lin Weimin's hand with a playful smile.

"You...don't talk nonsense."

In class, Wu Zuxiang sat sideways behind the desk, with his head slightly tilted in the direction of his classmates. He did not have any handouts during the lecture, but just picked them up at his fingertips.

But he was interrupted by Qu Xiaowei, "Hey! I've paid for the publication fee again, can you do it?"

Someone laughed and said: "Okay, okay, we are talking nonsense. You two are innocent and have nothing to do with each other."

With these more than 800 yuan, Lin Weimin's savings officially exceeded four digits, and the sense of crisis in his heart finally faded a little.

Lin Weimin shook off the royalties and said, "What the hell do you care?"

Two completely different styles, different writing methods, different characters and plots, but they can appear so smoothly in the writing of the same person. Every time he thinks of this, he can't help but feel a little discouraged, feeling that his creations over the years have been nothing short of terrible.

There is no growth at all in the belly.

"That's true." Huang Xiaoying sighed, "I really don't know when we will be able to be like Lin Weimin. Publishing novels in magazines such as "Contemporary" and "Zhongshan" will be as easy as drinking water."

"Yeah, who would have thought that if you look at Lin Weimin's usual carefree attitude, you would think that he has nothing to do with literature."

Huang Zonghan often said this when chatting with his classmates in private.

Do you still remember? I went to watch a movie at Xiaoxi Tian'er that day. Obviously everyone watched it, and many people had a lot of emotions, but he was the only one who only watched the movie once, and the clear plot and depth had already been formed in his mind.

The core. I don’t know about others, but I can’t do it anyway.”

It has been almost two months since everyone came to the Literary Research Institute, and many of them have published new works, but not many have truly reached the level of "Zhongshan" and "Contemporary".

"Sister Kangmei, tell me why Lin Weimin is so awesome. I didn't realize that he was so playful before, but as soon as he got serious, he immediately published two novels, both in "Zhongshan" and "Contemporary"." Huang Xiaoying said with a smile.

He asked in an envious tone.

This is Huang Zonghan’s sincere feeling after reading two recent novels written by Lin Weimin.

The originally good atmosphere of the lying talk suddenly became quiet, and everyone felt a little uninterested.

"Sister Kangmei, don't talk nonsense." Huang Anyi blushed.

Seeing her like this, Tang Kangmei said: "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Huang Anyi was not very happy when she heard this, and coughed slightly, which immediately aroused everyone's ridicule, "Hey, you said your lover is distressed?"

Among these classmates, the most stable one is Jiang Zilong. He has already published two manuscripts in "People's Literature" and "Contemporary" respectively. One of them is the previously mentioned "The Biography of Director Qiao", which was born out of Jiang Zilong's The Adult

One of the masterpieces is "Director Qiao's Taking Up the Job".

Writers in this era are indeed the happiest. Unlike in previous years, writing was all for free, and unlike in later years, the increase in manuscript fees has not kept up with the soaring prices.

When he gets excited, he will lean over the desk and stare directly at the students in the front row, which makes people feel weak.

In just half a month, Lin Weimin's two novel manuscripts were successively adopted by "Zhongshan" and "Contemporary", making the students in the Literature Institute full of envy.

"Okay, don't interrupt An Yi." Tang Kangmei advised, and then said: "Mr. Huang said that this guy Wei Min was born to eat this bowl of rice."

Talent, what a rare thing!

For most people, it is out of reach.

"Hmm!"

"This kind of thing cannot be rushed. Some people write by talent, just like Lin Weimin. And some people may have a little talent, but they rely more on acquired hard work, such as us."

Tang Kangmei said in an experienced tone.

No one in the class expected that the young man Lin Weimin would be the first to follow in Jiang Zilong's footsteps and take the lead in today's first-tier literary magazines in China.

Yesterday you ignored me, but today I am beyond your reach.

He was not the only one in the class who felt this way about Huang Zonghan. When Lin Weimin received the second manuscript payment slip, he was also being discussed in the girls' dormitory.

“I didn’t believe it before, but when I saw him, I really felt that writing requires talent.

"Let me tell you, our little Anyi has a good taste and picked a talented person right away." Tang Kangmei joked.

She is the eldest sister in the dormitory, and everyone is very convinced of her views.

With two pieces of bad money in his hand, Lin Weimin couldn't help but start to think about the bitterness and sweetness.

It was obviously a statement of clarification, but it was deliberately said in a strange and strange way, which made Huang Anyi extremely depressed.

When the class was over, the old gentleman did not directly say that the get out of class was over. Instead, he stood up and supported the podium with his hands, asking everyone to talk about some feelings or thoughts about reading "Dream of Red Mansions".

The students in the class looked at each other. Except for a few people, everyone had just read "Dream of Red Mansions" roughly. Talking about feelings and thoughts in front of people like Wu Zuxiang was nothing more than playing tricks on the class.

"You don't have any ideas? You shouldn't, right? Are you sorry? Then I'll name you." The old gentleman smiled like an old naughty boy.

He raised his finger, made a half-circle in mid-air, and finally locked on a handsome and attractive face.
Chapter completed!