After Wang Ziyun got out of the car, she asked all the way to the gate of Hengyi High School and poured into the school with many students. Just as she was about to walk into the school gate, she suddenly heard someone shouting: "Wang Zijun is here!" ”

Wang Ziyun looked back and saw her younger brother getting off a taxi and being surrounded by countless students in an instant.

"Wow, it's really back! Big brother, I've been waiting for your novel for two weeks, hurry up and serialize it. A boy hugged Wang Zijun and "cried bitterly".

"He can't be the Wang Zijun who sang last night, right?" A first-year high school girl exclaimed.

"Of course it's him, Zijun is from our class, and I recognized him as soon as he came on the field last night." A lady in the second class of three years said proudly.

"Zijun, give me an autograph, when you become a singer, it's not good to ask for an autograph."

"Yes, I want one too, sign it in my notebook."

“……”

Wang Zijun looked at the classmates who came over from all sides, and suddenly had a headache, isn't it just an ordinary singing competition? How to make everyone know!

He also doesn't want to think about it, there are only two TV stations in Taiwan now, how many people are staring at it! You steal the limelight from the whole game, and it's hard not to be famous.

Wang Zijun is still wrapped in thick gauze on his right shoulder, and the wound hurts when he exerts force. He could only divert everyone's attention and said loudly: "Students, there is my final tonight, you must cheer me on!" ”

Everyone laughed: "Definitely! ”

"It's time for class, let's disperse. Otherwise, if I make so many students late, I will be demerit by the school. Wang Zijun said with a smile.

After a few jokes, most of the students understood that they were still focused on their studies. Of course, if Teresa Teng came here, they wouldn't care if they were late or not.

"Zijun." Just when Wang Zijun sent the rest of the people away and was about to enter the school, Wang Ziyun called him to stop.

"Sister! What are you doing here? Wang Zijun said happily, whether it was in his previous life or now, this sister is the best for him. During the month he was bedridden, his sister fed him every day, washed his face, and took care of him meticulously.

"I helped Sister Chen work for a day the day before yesterday, and today I happened to be back to rest, so I came to see you." Wang Ziyun touched her brother's hair lovingly and said, "You can be regarded as promising, I saw just now that many classmates like you." ”

Wang Zijun is embarrassed, Wang Ziyun's mouth is the meaning of "changing the evil and returning to the right", if she knows that there are wounds everywhere under her clothes, she will definitely die of sadness.

"By the way," Wang Ziyun lifted the bamboo basket in his hand, "Dad misses you too, this is the boiled egg he asked me to bring." If you have time during the holidays, you will go home to see him, and after your mother is gone, his gray hair will increase day by day. ”

"I see." Wang Zijun took the bamboo basket and touched her sister's hand, only to find that her hands were full of calluses.

Wang Ziyun smiled and said, "Go to school quickly, don't be late." ”

Wang Zijun put down the bamboo basket and took out all the more than 2,000 yuan on his body: "Sister, don't do it in the factory, you often work overtime for ten hours a day, let's use this money to do some trading." ”

Wang Ziyun was taken aback: "Where did you get so much money?" It's not going to be bad again! ”

"It's not." Wang Zijun smiled bitterly, "This is the prize money for winning the championship in my singing competition." ”

Wang Ziyun breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good." You take the money yourself, how can you do it if you don't keep money on the boy? Sister is rich. ”

Where does she have any money? After graduating from junior high school, he worked for five years, and his salary rose from 60 yuan at the beginning to 200 yuan now, and most of the money was handed over to his father.

Wang Zijun looked at the cleanly washed, but already raw-edged clothes on her sister's body, and her heart was slightly sour. He put the money in his pocket, smiled at Wang Ziyun and waved goodbye, and at the moment he turned around and entered the campus, he secretly said to himself: You are not just alone now, you have to work hard to make money.

……

At noon, Liu Rong, the editor of the magazine "Literature and Art Garden", came to the school again and raised the remuneration for the 60,000-word manuscript of "The Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty" to 1,500 yuan, but added an additional condition: that is, the novel must be written with more than one million words, and in addition to publishing a single book, it can only be serialized in a magazine "Literature and Art Garden".

Wang Zijun smiled mockingly at him, snatched back the manuscript with his hand, and made a gesture of "go good or not".

Wang Zijun was too lazy to attend the afternoon class, so he took the manuscript and took the car to Guling Street, which is like a sea of books.

"Knock knock!" Wang Zijun knocked on the door of Sanfu Apartment.

The one who opened the door was still Gu Long's lover Chiyoko, she was wearing a dress, and when she saw Wang Zijun, she immediately warmly invited him in, and said while pouring tea: "I read Wang Jun's "Sou Shen Ji", Chinese culture is really broad and profound!" ”

"It's over, Mrs. Xiong calls me Zijun." Wang Zijun asked, "Is Mr. Xiong at home?" ”

Chiyoko pointed to the back room and said, "I'm writing a manuscript." ”

Wang Zijun could see through the half-open door that Gu Long was wearing a pair of pants, with a writing desk, sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a wooden board lying horizontally on his legs, and he was lying on the wooden board to write a manuscript. There was an ashtray on the floor beside Gu Long, and the urn was densely packed with cigarette butts.

These are Gu Long's unique writing habits, even if he bought a mansion later, he still wrote on the ground and used a wooden board as a table, saying that he could capture inspiration. Moreover, he never smoked, but he began to write one after another; Usually a heavy drinker, but before writing, he doesn't drink a drop.

"Who's coming? Is it Zhihong? Gu Long heard a noise outside.

The Zhihong in Gu Long's mouth is the famous novelist Yu Donglou, who is now renting an apartment next door to Gu Long, and the two are good friends. Yu Donglou is known as the world's first gunman, and almost all famous artists in Taiwan have asked him to write on his behalf, and all kinds of different styles of writing can not find flaws in his pen.

"It's not Zhi Hongjun, it's the little genius you said is here." Chiyoko said with a smile.

"It's Xiao Wang!" When Gu Long heard this, he immediately jumped up from the floor, put on his pants and walked over with a few pieces of paper and said, "The constitution of the Novel Association has been changed, and now they are applying for registration with the authorities, you can take a look." ”

Wang Zijun read it carefully again, and compared with the first draft he sent to Liu Zhaoxuan, only some inappropriate words were changed.

"The chairman of the association is Liu Zhaoxuan?" Wang Zijun was taken aback when he looked at the structure of the association, but then figured out the key: Liu Zhaoxuan's father is the commander of the Air Force, and his four brothers and one younger brother are either professors at famous schools or wealthy businessmen and high-ranking officials. With him as the chairman, there will be a lot of trouble.

In addition to Liu Zhaoxuan, the chairman, they also agreed to invite Hong Kong martial arts master Jin Yong as the honorary chairman, and they are now in contact. Wo Longsheng, Zhuge Qingyun and Brother Niu are all vice chairmen, Gu Long and Sima Ling don't want to take care of things, they only become permanent directors, and there are a bunch of other lists, all of which are well-known novelists in Taiwan and Hong Kong.

As one of the initiators of the association, Wang Zijun has been promoted to permanent director by exception, although a novel has not been published now.

Gu Long saw that Wang Zijun saw the same, so he got up and said, "Let's go, let's drink together!" ”

Chiyoko saw that Gu Long was leaving, and hurriedly reminded: "Mr. Jiang from the magazine said that he would come to receive the manuscript in the evening. ”

Gu Long pulled Wang Zijun and ran out, waved his hand impatiently and said, "Let him come back tomorrow!" ”

Wang Zijun put down the manuscript of "The Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty", and while being pulled out by Gu Long, he shouted to Chiyoko: "Mrs. Xiong, if that Mr. Jiang comes, let him read my manuscript first." ”