September 10, morning, 10 o'clock.

The University of Hong Kong, a single faculty dormitory.

In front of the desk, Huo Yaowen yawned heavily, put down the pen in his hand, rubbed his tired eyes, and started to write "Notes on Ghost Blowing the Lamp --- Tomb Robbery" this morning, and wrote for three hours without sleep, which also made him very tired.

Huo Yaowen took a look at the content that he had written, which was almost more than 20,000 words, plus the manuscript saved before, there were more than 200,000 words in total, and when someone from Oriental Newspaper came to get it, it should be enough for a month's serialization.

With so many manuscripts in stock, Huo Yaowen felt that it was time for him to take a break.

Since he was reborn in Hong Kong in 1968, Fok Yaowen spent most of his time writing articles at home or in his dormitory, except for the earliest month when he was busy getting acquainted with his memories and dealing with the matter of applying for teachers at the University of Hong Kong.

I haven't been able to take a good look at Hong Kong today.

After handing over the manuscript to the people of Oriental Press today, Huo Yaowen thought that he should go out for a walk, see what kind of city Hong Kong was in the late 60s, and go home by the way, he has lived in the school for more than ten days, and it is time to go back to see his grandma and his mother.

"Knock Knock"

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the dormitory.

Huo Yaowen walked to the door and opened the door, and saw that the person who came was Uncle Wang, the dormitory administrator downstairs, and asked, "What's wrong with Uncle Wang?"

Uncle Wang said with a smile: "Teacher Huo's management office has your phone number, and it was a call from the doorman, saying that someone from some newspaper is looking for you." ”

"Oh, okay. Trouble Uncle Wang. As soon as Huo Yaowen heard that it was someone from the newspaper, he didn't need to guess that it was someone from the Oriental Newspaper who came to get the manuscript, and hurriedly smiled at Wang Bodao.

"No trouble, no trouble, this is my job. ”

Uncle Wang smiled, glanced at Huo Yaowen, thinking that the people from the newspaper were looking for him, and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Huo, did you write any articles and submit them to the newspaper?"

"Well, almost. Huo Yaowen nodded.

"Teacher Huo is really amazing, he became a university teacher at such a young age, and he also submitted his article to the newspaper, which is really amazing. Uncle Wang is also a bit of a literate person, he often reads books and newspapers, so he naturally knows how difficult it is to submit articles to the newspaper, so he raised his thumb and exclaimed.

Huo Yaowen nodded with a smile and said modestly: "It's nothing Uncle Wang, it's just a small article." ”

"What is it written about? What kind of newspaper is it, I'll buy it tomorrow and take a look." Wang Bodao.

Huo Yaowen had already turned around and went back to the house to get the manuscript at this time, listened to Uncle Wang's inquiry behind him, and said casually: "It's Oriental Newspaper that wrote a novel and published it." ”

"Novel?" Wang Bo was stunned, he thought that Huo Yaowen, a philosophy lecturer, should write some small articles about philosophy, or some prose with philosophical charm, but he didn't expect it to be a novel.

Suddenly, Uncle Wang seemed to think of something, and asked happily on his face: "Teacher Huo, did you write a ghost blowing the lamp?"

At this moment, Huo Yaowen was stunned, stuffed the manuscript into his briefcase, turned around and asked in shock: "Uncle Wang, you also read this?"

"It's really written by Mr. Huo!" Uncle Wang said ecstatically: "Mr. Huo, you don't know, recently, I have been chasing your novels every day, including tomb robbers, big zongzi, black donkey hooves, as well as Huo Yingying, and matchmaker, I must read it several times a day, but unfortunately every day is so braille, I can only repeat and read back and forth." ”

Uncle Wang unconsciously used the honorific title "you", which shows that he really, really likes this novel very, very much.

Listening to Uncle Wang's words in such detail, Huo Yaowen affirmed that he was indeed a follow-up reader, and said with a smile: "Uncle Wang, I didn't expect you to like to read my books too, thank you so much for your support." ”

"Books are good, but there are too few braille every day, Mr. Huo, you don't know, I went home one day and came back by car the next morning, I read other people's newspapers on the bus, so I went out every morning to buy them. ”

Uncle Wang seemed to have found the bitter master, and complained: "I can't read anything else in this Oriental Daily except for your novels, do you want to discuss with the people in that newspaper and print more of your novels every day?"

Huo Yaowen smiled bitterly, but he didn't expect that Uncle Wang was also a reader urging changes, so he said helplessly: "Uncle Wang, this newspaper is so big, if my novels are printed a little more, other people's articles will be less." Moreover, Mr. Jin Yong still has Mr. Liang Yusheng's book, which is only 2,000 words a day, and mine has 4,000 words, which is already a lot. ”

"It's still a little too little. ”

Hearing that Uncle Wang was still urging the change, Huo Yaowen walked out of the door, locked the door, and said to Uncle Wang: "Uncle Wang, you only need to use your eyes to read, I not only need to use my eyes to write books, but also my hands and brains, if I have to let the people in the newspaper print more every day, I really can't be busy, you know that I still have to teach, right?" ”

"Alas, too. Uncle Wang sighed, and then said: "Since this is the case, don't delay Mr. Huo's busy, when you come back, you must sign for me, Mr. Huo will definitely be a big writer in the future, I have to get an autograph early." ”

Huo Yaowen smiled: "It's okay Uncle Wang." ”

The two went downstairs together,

In just a few tens of seconds of going down the stairs, Wang Bo fully played a question that must be asked by the readers, what is the strange meteorite that Huo Yingying obtained, why does the human skin blood book record the location of the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang, whether the big zongzi in the tomb is dead, and other questions.

For these questions, Huo Yaowen gave some answers as much as possible without revealing the follow-up plot, but more of them refused on the grounds that "if you know the plot early, you won't have the fun of reading books".

After leaving the dormitory building and bidding farewell to Uncle Wang, Huo Yaowen had a little understanding of the recent situation of his book in the newspaper, and in just seven or eight days after its release, he had such loyal readers as Uncle Wang, which showed that there are more people who like his novels outside Hong Kong.

It seems that this increase in manuscript fees can be told to Li Daoguang one step in advance.

Huo Yaowen walked towards the gate of the school, thinking about how to increase the manuscript fee.

Thirty words in a thousand words is indeed not a small number among new writers, but if you compare it with those famous writers, one hundred or two hundred words in a thousand words is too little, too little.

The increase in the manuscript fee is not too much, and the increase to 100 will make Huo Yaowen very satisfied, and in this way, the matter of buying a house can also be carried out in advance.

...

Arrived at the guard room at the entrance of the University of Hong Kong.

Huo Yaowen saw a man in his thirties standing outside the door waiting from afar.

After seeing Huo Yaowen, the man walked over quickly, and said with a smile on his face: "Huo Sheng, right?" ”

"It's me, you are the editor-in-charge arranged by Editor-in-Chief Li?" Huo Yaowen asked.

"Yes, my name is Liu Weidong. Liu Weidong stretched out his hand.

"Hello Liu Sheng. Huo Yaowen shook hands with the other party, then handed the thick stack of manuscripts in his arms to the other party, and said, "There are a total of 200,000 words here." ”

"200,000 words!" Liu Weidong was stunned, he had said that he would deliver 100,000 words of content as much as possible every ten days, which was an extra 100,000, and the money he brought was not enough.

Huo Yaowen said: "Well, I haven't had a lot of classes recently, so I have more free time, so I wrote a little more." ”

Elective courses, almost only two or three sessions a week, the rest of the time, is Huo Yaowen's free time, and he doesn't go out, just writes in the dormitory, writes as much as possible, earns some manuscript fees, and then buys a new house for his family, and then goes home to live more comfortably in the future.

"What?" Huo Yaowen couldn't help but ask when he saw Liu Weidong's sad expression.

Liu Weidong smiled awkwardly: "Huo Sheng is like this, last time you told Editor-in-Chief Li that you would deliver 100,000 words every ten days, so I brought 100,000 words of manuscript fees, you see." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll give it the same next time. Huo Yaowen smiled, what did he think! Anyway, if you give the manuscript in advance, it will be the same next time you get the manuscript fee.

"That's fine. Liu Weidong took the manuscript, put it in the briefcase he brought, and then took out an envelope from it and handed it to Huo Yaowen and said: "Huo Sheng, this is a 100,000-word manuscript fee, next time, I will prepare an extra 100,000 words for you in advance." ”

"Good. Huo Yaowen nodded in response, and suddenly thought of the previous increase in manuscript fees, and also said: "That's it, I'm fine in the afternoon, I'll accompany you to the newspaper office, and I just happened to have something to do with your editor-in-chief." ”

"In the afternoon, I'm afraid I won't have time in the afternoon. Liu Weidong said with a smile: "Yesterday afternoon, Mr. He Zuozhi, the director of Hong Kong Commercial Radio, came to our newspaper office and specially named you and said that he wanted to visit Huo Sheng. I'm not here today, in addition to getting a draft with Huo Sheng, I also want to take you to a commercial radio station by the way. ”

"Commercial radio looking for me?"

Huo Yaowen frowned, then relieved, and roughly guessed in his heart what the radio station wanted to do, it was nothing more than wanting to win the radio broadcast rights of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern - Notes on Tomb Robbery".

"Yes. ”

Liu Weidong nodded: "It seems that I want to talk to Huo Sheng about the radio broadcast of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern - Notes on Tomb Robbery". ”

"That's fine. ”

Huo Yaowen said: "It's okay in the afternoon, I'll accompany you for a trip." ”