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Tang Ping'an finally believed that he had heard correctly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

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

"Yes, you calm down first." He Tiantian chuckled, "I have more important things to say." You wrote 100,000 words before, and according to the contract, you can serial two chapters a week, and you can serial for two months. How many novels have you written, and will you be able to keep up? ”

"I can keep up, I have 50,000 manuscripts now." Tang Ping'an said, "I can write 100,000 words in another month, and this book has a total of 300,000 words." ”

He Tiantian listened, nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll rest assured." Then you sit down now, take a good look at the contract, no problem, you can sign it. ”

"Hmm." Tang Ping'an sat down, read the contract carefully, and asked for leave if he didn't understand.

He Tiantian understands a little and tries to explain it to Tang Ping'an as carefully as possible.

Tang Ping'an felt very good, nodded and said, "Teacher, I think it's okay, you can sign it." ”

He Tiantian handed over a pen, and Tang Ping'an signed.

He Tiantian put away the contract and said: "Tang Ping'an, you are now the one who signed the contract, and the novels you write in the future must be kept confidential, and you can't 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 can go back." He Tiantian said, "When you receive the contract, you will send money, and then you will directly deposit the remittance in the passbook." ”

"Uh-huh." Tang Ping'an was excited, there were 7,000 Hong Kong dollars, which was converted into more than 2,000 yuan.

With these 2,000 yuan, the family can build a big house, and the younger siblings can continue to study.

He Tiantian acted quickly and sent it over after leaving work early.

However, there is no impermeable wall, Tang Ping'an doesn't say it, but it doesn't mean that other teachers don't know, many people know that Tang Ping'an's novel was published in Xiangjiang's magazine.

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

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

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

After Tang Ping'an got 7,000 yuan, he deposited 3,000 yuan in the passbook, and then mailed 3,000 yuan to his family. At the same time, he sent a telegram to his family, "Get the manuscript fee, build a house, and study for my younger siblings." ”

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

That's great!

In the future, he will work harder to write.

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

Zhou, Huo Zhekun is at home.

He Tiantian cooked, and asked her father-in-law to chat with Tang Ping'an.

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

"How many books have you written below?" Huo Zhekun asked, he looked at a part of it, and he kept thinking about it.

"Sixty thousand words have been written." Tang Ping'an said solemnly, "Mr. Huo, have you also read my novel?" ”

"I saw it, it was your teacher who brought it and said it was very beautiful, I was a little curious, so I wanted to see it." Huo Zhekun said, "It's really good, but in front of you, I have to say sorry for reading your manuscript without your permission." ”

"It's also an honor for the kid to be able to take a fancy to Mr. Huo." Tang Ping'an smiled, his novels were liked and he was very happy.

"I heard that it has been published, and when you publish the book, you must leave me the whole book." Huo Zhekun said, "You still have to sign for me, when you become a great writer, this signed book will be famous." ”

"It's over, Mr. Huo." Tang Ping'an said, "If it is published, the kid will definitely give away the book." ”

He Tiantian was very pleased with Tang Ping'an's personal gratitude, no matter what happened in the future, but at least now Tang Ping'an remembered her as a teacher.

understands etiquette, and didn't help him Zhang Luo in vain.

He Tiantian values not money, but talent and respect, which satisfies her psychology of being a teacher.

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

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

He Tiantian handed over all the things to Tang Ping'an and said, "Tang Ping'an, I will give you Ms. Xie's contact information, and you can contact him directly, including signing contracts, collecting money, sending manuscripts and receiving magazines." You can do it all yourself. If there's something you don't understand, or something you don't understand, you can come and ask me. As long as I understand, I will tell you, and if I don't understand, I will ask others and tell you. ”

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

He Tiantian smiled and said: "Ms. Xie, formerly known as Xie Wanying, is a university teacher at Xiangjiang University, but there is a publishing house under her name, you are my student, as long as you treat each other sincerely, and your novel is very good, she will not treat you badly." ”

"Oh, I made a note of it, thank you, Mr. He." Tang Ping'an said gratefully, Teacher He opened a window for her and let him see the outside world.

He Tiantian thought for a while and said, "By the way, there are two addresses on it, one is the address of Ms. Xie's publishing house, and the other is her private address." If someone asks you for an address and wants to submit a manuscript like you, you can tell the publisher the address, and you can write down the private address yourself. ”

Tang Ping'an understood in seconds, during this time, someone had been asking him where he was published, but he didn't know how to reply?

Now there is the address of the publishing house, and if someone asks for it, he will give it.

Tang Ping'an, who returned to the classroom, received everyone's attention.

Yuan Hua stood up and said with a smile: "Yuan Hua, congratulations!" You have two traditional Chinese magazines in your hand, are your novels published on them? ”

Facing the cheerful, generous, and enthusiastic Yuanhua, Tang Ping'an was a little shy, nodded and said, "Yes, I just received it." ”

"Can you lend us a read?" Yuan Hua asked, "Let's also take a look at the magazines on the other side of Xiangjiang and open our eyes." ”

The others also chimed in, saying, "Yes, Tang Ping'an, everyone is a classmate, you can show us." ”

Tang Ping'an also wanted to mingle with his classmates, and this was a good opportunity to say, "Okay, you can watch first." ”

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

"Let's take it and circulate it, but please take care of it, I didn't read it." Tang Ping'an smiled gently, and was not smug because he published a novel.

Yuan Hua flipped through it, didn't see Tang Ping'an's name, and asked, "Tang Ping'an, there's no your name on it?" Which one did you write? ”

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