Chapter 357 Praise it well

Author: Sitting at Jingting

Chapter 357 Praise it well

Since 1984, domestic manuscript fee standards have increased significantly without even realizing it.

In the past few years, the standard of ten yuan for a thousand words has come to an end, but now it is easily more than ten yuan for a thousand words.

Thirty-five yuan per thousand words is certainly a record, but for Lin Weimin, this standard is basically better than nothing.

Lin Weimin revealed some of his thoughts during the conversation, and Wang Meng looked at him with strange eyes.

"Who do you think is you, Lin Wanwan?"

The old man sealed his throat with a sword, leaving Lin Weimin speechless.

"Let's go!"

I can't talk anymore today.

After Lin Weimin left, Zhu Wei looked at his back with envy, "Isn't thirty-five yuan for a thousand words too little?"

Wang Meng joked: "How about I say that I am like Lin Wanwan? The richer I am, the more I have to spend every penny."

Zhu Wei thought about it for a while, and it seemed to make sense.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, colleagues in the office packed up their things and left one after another. Zhu Wei was the last one to lock the door.

I went to the carport to pick up my Phoenix bicycle, and joined the crowd of people coming off work from the Chinese Literature Society into Chaonei Street.

His family lives in Baijiazhuang, just on the edge of the East Third Ring Road, very close to Tuanjie Lake.

After passing Chaoyang Gate, Zhu Wei found a book and newsstand and stopped.

"Get a copy of "People's Literature"!"

Zhu Wei paid and took the magazine.

The price of 40 cents has been maintained by "People's Literature" for almost ten years from the resumption of publication in 1976 to this year.

Zhu Wei has been working in the editorial department for two years. In the past two years, the issue of pricing of publications has been discussed, but the pricing has never increased.

After all, "People's Literature" is not just a publication that aims to create benefits. It also represents the highest standard of the Chinese literary world. Compared with the economic benefits, the social and cultural effects it can produce are what the Chinese Literature Society and the higher-ups value more.

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When I got home, I made a bowl of noodles and while I was eating, someone knocked on the door. When I opened the door, I saw it was Li Tuo.

Li Tuo had a bit of excitement on his face, "I've seen it!"

There was no ending to the sentence, just like a code. Zhu Wei understood it immediately and asked while slurping noodles: "How do you feel?"

Li Tuo shouted: "One word, awesome! Two words, really awesome! Three words, awesome!"

Zhu Wei couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "Which teacher taught you this math?"

"It doesn't matter which teacher teaches..." Li Tuo pulled up a chair and sat down. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the "People's Literature" Zhu Wei put on the table. He picked it up, waved it and said, "I told you

! As soon as this novel comes out, everything like "Li Zicheng" and "Emperor Kangxi" will have to stand aside. From now on, I will only recognize this "Ming Dynasty 1566" among historical novels."

Zhu Wei finished the noodles in several bites, put the rice bowl in the pool, brushed it a few times, and put it in the cupboard.

"You're not afraid of offending anyone by saying that!"

"Good is good, and I am telling the truth. I did not say that these two novels are useless. In fact, both of them are well written. The key is that the opponents are too strong!

This Lin Weimin, he...how did he write it?"

Li Tuo said with a face full of surprise.

Zhu Wei finally sat down and said, "Yes, we are curious too."

"You said he really didn't have any research on the history of the Ming Dynasty before?"

Zhu Wei shook his head, "As far as I know, no. He has no airs in the club and can chat with anyone. I have never heard him say anything like this before."

"Is that really just the history of the Ming Dynasty that I learned just for writing this novel?"

The expression on Li Tuo's face became even more shocked as he spoke. It was hard for him to believe that such a brilliant historical novel as "The Ming Dynasty 1566" was written by a writer who didn't know much about the Ming Dynasty.

"I heard that I have been in the library for more than half a year. You don't know him. He really writes things very quickly. "Farewell My Concubine" only took a week to write more than 100,000 words. This time I wrote this "Farewell My Concubine"

"The Ming Dynasty 1566" took nearly a year, and it has already set a record!"

Hearing this, Li Tuo couldn't help showing a bit of bitterness on his face, "Of course I've heard of this. What the hell, it doesn't matter if you have such a high talent, you can write very fast!"

"How about everyone saying that he is truly blessed by God?"

Li Tuo nodded, agreeing with Zhu Wei's words.

Then he opened "People's Literature" again and complained: "Tell me, you are the same, why do you have to publish it in two issues? This makes people anxious to wait!"

Zhu Wei asked: "Have you finished reading?"

"Then where can I finish reading it? I have to slowly appreciate such a good work."

Zhu Wei was speechless, "Then hurry up!"

"I have to finish it sooner or later. I can't watch it for a month, right?"

"Then there's no way, who told him to write it too long! It's more than 400,000 words, and I can't fit it into one issue. You can't let us lose money on this novel, right? We're not making any money now."

The space of publications is limited, and the difference between issues is only a few pages or a dozen pages.

It can be said that the length of "The Ming Dynasty 1566", if it were published in one issue, would not only be a few pages, but nearly a hundred pages.

Without mentioning pricing, Chinese Literature Society could lose money to the point of vomiting blood.

"Hey!" Li Tuo's expression showed a bit of regret, and he turned over the "People's Literature" in his hand. "It's good if it's long. The longer it's good, the better."

Zhu Wei asked with a smile: "What about yours? Why are you looking through mine?"

"You're so stingy! Here you go!"

Li Tuo threw the "People's Literature" in his hand to Zhu Wei, opened his clothes, and pulled out an identical copy from the waistband of his trousers.

"You are too tasteful!" Zhu Wei frowned and said in disgust.

Li Tuo fanned twice and said, "Okay, the smell is gone now!"

Zhu Wei was speechless.

After the joke was over, Li Tuo sat on a chair holding the "People's Literature" that had just been launched today in his hand and read it very seriously.

Zhu Wei took out several manuscripts he had brought back from work from his bag, sat down at his desk to review them, and occasionally picked up a pen to write down comments.

Nowadays, people don’t have mobile phones or telephones. When friends get interested, they basically just ride their bicycles and arrive when they want to see someone, without ever saying hello in advance.

Li Tuo's family lived in Dongdaqiao, which was not far from Zhu Wei's family. They often arrived after getting off work and riding a bicycle for ten minutes.

At this time, Li Tuo usually found another good book or read a good article in a newspaper, and then he couldn't wait to share it with Zhu Wei.

Although he has stopped writing novels in the past two years, his reading volume is actually greater than when he was writing before. After all, he has more time.

The quiet atmosphere in the room lasted until about nine o'clock in the evening. The sound of Zhu Wei getting up to pour water woke up Li Tuo, who had been immersed in the novel.

"What time is it?" Li Tuo asked.

"It's half past nine!"

Li Tuo suddenly realized that he was so absorbed in reading that he didn't even notice the time.

He lowered his head and glanced at the "People's Literature" in his hand, and before he knew it, he had already turned over more than half of the pages of "The Ming Dynasty 1566".

Li Tuo felt uncomfortable when he thought that half of the content would have to wait until next month to be seen.

The feeling of waiting is unpleasant!

"Eh!"

"what?"

"Let me discuss something with you. It's too uncomfortable to look at it like this. Would you like me to go to your editorial office to look at the manuscript?"

After Zhu Wei heard Li Tuo's request, his first reaction was whimsical, "Can I just show you the manuscript?"

"Anyway, it's all published. I won't take it away. I'll just squat in your editorial office. I can just bring a mazar with me. I promise not to delay the work of your editorial office. How about it?"

"this……"

Li Tuo's attitude was so humble that Zhu Wei was embarrassed to refuse.

The next morning, Lin Weimin was reviewing manuscripts in his office, and Liu Yin walked in.

"Hey, Weimin, have you heard about it?" she asked with a gossipy look.

"What did you hear?" Lin Weimin looked up at her with a bit of confusion.

"Where is Li Tuo squatting in the editorial office of People's Literature?"

"What is he doing squatting there?"

Liu Yin had a somewhat mysterious smile on her face, "To read your novel manuscript!"
To be continued...