Yue Yingru returned to Xiacheng City that night to stay for one night and sorted out the interview script of Gen Zhenglong. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, this interview script is still relatively rough, but it is just a framework for comparing the information recorded by my pen with the voice recorder, and then sorting it out.

The specific draft needs to be returned to the north before it can be written.

Tonight, Yue Yingru wandered alone on the beautiful coastline of Xiamen City, looking at Jinshan Island opposite.

The slogan on it is so familiar and so unfamiliar.

And the ground under my feet now is so strange and so familiar.

A land that I have heard countless times in history textbooks since I was a child, that is where I came from.

But now many crooked people have forgotten what their mother looks like.

The moon should be very touching. Especially after listening to Zheng Long's words, she felt that she should rethink her long-standing views.

Especially all along, she has always had a sense of superiority over the Huaxia Continent and the people of the Huaxia Continent like an ordinary bend person. But this sense of superiority suddenly disappeared after Zheng Long's words.

She really found that she was just a small islander, but Zheng Long was really backed by a great motherland.

She pondered these questions, and then she gradually fell asleep.

After the interview with Yue Yingru, Zheng Long also went home.

Xiao Hongda called again and said that the first manuscript fee had been transferred to the card and asked him to check it.

"Finally a big manuscript fee!"

Zheng Long's hands trembled with excitement.

No matter how persistent a literary and artistic youth is, he will not reject money.

After all, money is such a good thing.

Zheng Long couldn't wait to fly to the ATM machine as soon as possible, but now in Pucheng City, there is only one place for the ATM of this bank in Zheng Long's hands.

Although Pucheng City is not big, Zheng Long still walked for a long time before walking to the front of the ATM...

It's still there, and today I was lucky, and there wasn't a single person in line in front of the machine...

Zheng Long trembled and inserted the card into the slot, and then operated.

Although I also handled a lot of large sums of money in my previous life, this is completely different from the feeling of getting my first large manuscript fee.

What's more, in 2001, the purchasing power of the renminbi was still quite strong. In some third-tier small cities, 50,000 or 60,000 yuan can even buy a house in full.

Zheng Long is also looking forward to how much the manuscript fee will be.

Soon, the balance was displayed on the ATM.

8,5700 yuan.

Zheng Long almost cheered.

In 2001, a house of 80 square meters in Pucheng City, which was completely manageable.

It can be said that the value of this money, if converted to 2016, is basically about the same as 1 million.

Zheng Longqiang suppressed his excited look, took the card back, hummed a little song and left.

He had to hurry up and tell his family the good news.

Therefore, when he came home, he said to Qian Lizhen almost immediately:

"Mom, my book is selling well!"

Qian Lizhen actually knew the news for a long time, and in fact, it was Qian Lizhen who told Zheng Long the news, so she was not particularly surprised...

"It's out, it's out... My son is out of breath..."

Even though she had known it for a long time, she was still very happy, and she kept muttering this sentence in her mouth.

After all, writing a book and talking about this kind of thing is a very sacred thing in the eyes of traditional Chinese people. Although Zheng Long wrote a novel, it is also a book, many people have left without leaving a word for a lifetime, but Zheng Long can publish a novel at a young age, and his future prospects are limitless.

And although Zheng Nanxing is still drinking kung fu tea as always, it seems to be a leisurely stroll, but he is also very happy in his heart. In the past few days, he has also bragged a lot in the unit, saying that his son has come out of the woods, and the books he wrote have sold many copies over there, and he will become a great writer in the future.

After all, it is understandable to pity the hearts of parents all over the world. Zheng Nanxing and Qian Lizhen's ideas probably also represent the most common ideas of Chinese parents.

Zheng Long still wanted to tell them about the manuscript fee earlier, so he said directly:

"Dad, Mom, I received a large sum of money today!"

Zheng Nanxing was drinking tea leisurely, but when he heard Zheng Long say this, he couldn't sit still, so he quickly put down the teacup and asked:

"Oh? Is it your manuscript fee? How much money is there... If you don't have a lot of money, you can keep it for yourself, and buy yourself a few clothes you like, it's good, don't worry about us..."

Qian Lizhen also looked at Zheng Long with very expectant eyes, in her mind, the manuscript fee this time must have one or two thousand!

It may not be that much, but a few hundred dollars is also possible!

However, parents don't expect their children to earn money for themselves after all, especially since Zheng Long is still a junior high school student, Zheng Nanxing and Qian Lizhen have little hope for him.

"More than eighty thousand!"

"What?!"

"You say it again? Son, you really didn't lie to us? ”

Zheng Nanxing stood up directly, and Qian Lizhen was also frightened...

"You say it again... Son, are you kidding us... Where is there so much money for a novel..."

Zheng Long was speechless, but still explained:

"Dad, Mom, the manuscript fee over there is high, otherwise how do you think Jin Yong Gulong and those people survive on the manuscript fee? They still have to buy cars, buy houses, get married and have children, all rely on these manuscript fees, how can they do it if they don't have much..."

Zheng Nanxing was still a little incredulous, touched his chin and said:

"Are there really more than 80,000?"

Zheng Long nodded firmly, then took out the bank card from his pocket and said:

"All the manuscript fees are in this card..."

After speaking, Zheng Long handed the bank card to Qian Lizhen...

"But..."

Qian Lizhen finally realized an important problem:

"How do you have a bank card? Don't you don't have an ID card yet? ”

Zheng Long had no choice but to say:

"Well, this one belongs to a friend of mine, she gave me the card, and I changed the password again. If you don't feel at ease, you can withdraw the money from your card tomorrow and deposit it into our own account..."

Qian Lizhen looked at Zheng Nanxing, and after getting his permission, she said:

"Well, I think I'll have to save it, or you'll lose it when you kid is frizzy. After all, it's still safe to use your own account, and it's okay to always use someone else's account..."

Zheng Long smiled knowingly.

"Alright, I'm going to eat..."

Seriously, Zheng Long's appetite today is really good. Thinking that the family could use this money to improve their lives, the corners of Zheng Long's mouth couldn't help but show a happy smile...

And Zheng Nanxing and Qian Lizhen, holding the bank card with a balance of more than 80,000 yuan in their hands, were also overflowing with tears of happiness. They didn't expect that their son could really make so much money, so in these tears, there were touching and unbelievable.