In September 1980, it was sunny in Hong Kong.

The home ghost serialization is coming to an end today, and the 110,000-word novel, each issue of seven or eight thousand words, is just two weeks of serialization.

Life in Xiangjiang is the same as ever, except for the sporadic laughter on the various buses on the way to work, which makes the office workers who have accumulated a tired day feel more relaxed.

In the past two weeks, I feel that the most obvious change is in the Ming Pao newspaper. In just two weeks, the sales volume of the Xiangjiang Evening News has skyrocketed from the original 780,000 to 1230,000 copies, and there is a trend of continuous growth, which caught the salespeople off guard and was busy for a while. The editor-in-chief is also in a good mood these days, and if he can increase the number of copies by tens of thousands, the sales of the evening newspaper will be able to catch up with the newspaper. And the biggest contributor to it is known to everyone.

When Xu Fei came over last week, he brought good news to Li Xuechu, telling Li Xuechu to write according to the length of 10,000 words when writing in the future, and it seems that he still squeezed out a section. In addition, Xu Fei also reminded Li Xuechu that next time Mr. Cha would visit in person and sign a formal column contract.

"Mr. Cha is coming?" Li Xuechu was stunned for a moment, this was the first 'acquaintance' he had met in Xiangjiang. Old Man Jin is Li Xuechu's idol, he has read all his novels, and he was beaten by his father because of this. Dad blamed the blame for the decline in his academic performance in junior high school on the novel, and he also checked his schoolbag and drawers regularly, and now he immediately collects it, but Dad himself loves to read it.

"I wonder how Dad is now? A month has passed, and now I'm missing? Thinking of home, Li Xuechu's excitement disappeared again, "Fortunately, there is a younger brother, fortunately I went to my home and sent 300,000 yuan, otherwise my son was really born in vain, and he wasted more than 20 years of food in vain, as well as the property in the house he rented and the money in the bank card, it also looks like 350,000 yuan, and it won't be a landlord and bank A, right?" ”

"Hey, hey!" Xu Fei stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Li Xuechu, "Why are you talking and talking in a daze, won't you be too excited?" ”

Jin Daxia has countless fans in Xiangjiang, but he is also a little old man, not as handsome as the handsome men and beauties in movies and television. Ordinary people are also very happy and excited when they see the old man, and occasionally they come forward to ask for an autograph and take a photo. Xu Fei himself admires Jin Daxia, but he feels normal when he sees it all day long, and it is rare to see someone like Li Xuechu.

"The writer's thinking is really different from ordinary people!" Xu Fei thought so.

Coming back to his senses, Li Xuechu didn't mind Xu Fei's misunderstanding. In fact, after the excitement, Li Xuechu thought more about his own treatment. Since you sign a formal column contract, your salary will definitely be improved, how can you get promoted without a salary increase? But what price should be quoted to be reasonable? I don't know anything about this aspect of the market. Li Xuechu remembered the rumors that Jin Yong was stingy and stingy.

"After the idle business, it's time to get down to business, is there anything big going on now?" Xu Fei asked with a smile, "I have seen your writing, and in less than two years, I will be a little Ni Maniac again." ”

Li Xuechu smiled and handed over a manuscript. After knowing the rules of newspaper and periodicals, Li Xuechu's writing also slowed down, and he was not in a hurry anyway, so he simply saved time to do other things.

"Impostor Celestial?" Xu Fei looked at the title of the cover, opened the manuscript and couldn't wait to read it. Being an editor has this benefit, and you can see your work faster than others. After reading more than half of it, Xu Fei secretly admired, he was only a teenager, how could he make so many good works? It is said that he is still studying in middle school at this age, and he should have no experience, and if he has participated in the work, he is considered child labor at this age, and the official unit does not dare to accept it. However, he is not from Xiangjiang, and he may have worked, but at such a young age, even if he works in his teens, it won't be a few years, right? People with little life experience can come up with such a good story out of thin air?

I thought about it, but I couldn't figure it out. Forget it, this is also a talent, others can't ask for it. Xu Fei didn't expect plagiarism, if it was, he should have seen it a long time ago, the special period in the mainland has just ended, and this is not like the works in the mainland, and Xiangjiang himself can definitely not have similar novels or film and television programs.

Flipped a few pages and finished reading.

"Why isn't it over?" After reading it, the outline plus the previous text looks like 30,000 or 40,000 words.

"Now the serialization looks like it will be more than half a month before it ends, right? It's too late to write fast, so there's no hurry. Li Xuechu said.

"That's right, we're slowing you down." Xu Fei smiled a little awkwardly.

"It's okay, I just have time to do other things I like, and it's uncomfortable to lie at the table all the time. Recently, I signed up for a music class, and I want to learn how to compose music, and when I have the ability, I will try to write a thank you song. Li Xuechu is still thinking about the songs in his mobile phone, and the thing he is most afraid of now is that he has not learned to compose music, and his mobile phone is broken. At this time, there is no place to repair, there are hundreds of songs in it, and they can't be wasted.

Xu Fei felt another wave of envy in his heart. Every day is more than 10,000 words, even if the ordinary author is pressed in front of the table, there is really no extra time to think and write all day, how can there be so much energy to do so many things?

"Okay, that's all done, I'll go back first. Will I take this manuscript with me first, or will you keep it and hand it over to Mr. Cha directly next time? ”

"Let's keep it first, I haven't copied the copy, half of it is written awkwardly in the back, I'll hand it over after I've written it." Li Xuechu's habit is to copy the whole article the next day after writing, and by the way check whether there are logical errors, disjointed plots, grammar, typos, or so on.

"Well, I'm leaving." Li Xuechu sent Xu Fei out of the house, Xu Fei praised Li Xuechu with a smile before leaving: "It's only been a week, Xuechu's Xiangjiang dialect has improved a lot, and your literary style has also improved significantly, looking at you young people, I feel that I am old." ”

"It's a joke, Brother Xu looks like he is only thirty or twenty-six or seven, how can he have such an idea?"

"I'm in my early thirties."

After sending Xu Fei away, Li Xuechu looked at the newly bought watch, and the time had not yet passed.

Li Xuechu left the house and got on the bus to Kowloon Tong. The class he signed up for happened to be near the radio station, and most of the students in it were also his "peers", so he wouldn't feel embarrassed to go.

Because I basically don't have any foundation, I also learn some basic music theory. Distinguish sounds, sight-singing, ear training or something, play a key on the piano, learn to sing the notes on the key, "ah" for a long time. However, this age group is basically in the period of voice change, and the teacher is also more restrained, for fear that the students will practice their throats, and some theoretical courses are interspersed in the middle. Piano and the like have to be taught later. It seems to be a study class for middle-class families, more professional, and the course arrangement is more flexible, and you can flexibly adjust the time period according to your own schedule, and the tuition fee is 121 a month, which is more expensive than the rent.

Looking at this posture, there is no one who can't learn well in at least two or three years. But there's no hurry.,My mobile phone songs are basically works after two thousand years.,There are relatively few in the nineties.,Not many people like it in this era.。 There is still a big difference between the popular songs and the later generations, and there is basically no electronic music, anyway, Li Xuechu has never heard it.

And so it went on for another week.

At ten o'clock this morning, Mr. Jin came to the door.

"Mr. Cha!" Although he had long known that Old Man Jin was coming, Li Xuechu was still a little surprised.

"Hehe, Xiaoyou is really young and promising," Jin Yong looked at Li Xuechu with a smile, "I read Mr. Li's works earlier, and I wanted to come over to see what the young talents who wrote these masterpieces are like." Today, I also take a look at it from the beginning. ”

"Mr. Cha is polite, please come in!" Li Xuechu let go of his body. The old man Jin in his original impression is only fifty-six years old now, and he doesn't look very old. I am also influenced by the impression of later generations, so I should pay attention in the future, and don't accidentally call others old.

Li Xuechu welcomed Jin Yong in and poured a cup of tea.

Jin Yong was not in a hurry to say something, and looked around the room.

"Xiaoyou's room is simple." Li Xuechu now lives in a bed, a table, a few small stools, and a small hanger. These are all from the landlord, and I bought a few sets of clothes, a few daily necessities and a few books, all of which were tutorials and some leisure books that I bought to read and relieve boredom. There are fewer things, and a small room is spacious.

"I didn't bring anything with me when I came to Xiangjiang, and I plan to move in a few days, and some things will be added at that time, saving trouble." Li Xuechu was already planning to move, and he stayed here for a month, and he was dead to the next life.

"Oh, where are you going to move to?"

"I want to move to the broadcast road, I haven't contacted the real estate company yet, I mentioned it to the landlord, I plan to go over tomorrow to look for it, please Mr. Cha tell Brother Xu, I will go to the newspaper next week, and he will run for nothing."

"This is not troublesome, since Xiaoyou has not been contacted, why don't I help Xiaoyou ask, I still have some friends in the real estate company, I don't know what kind of house Xiaoyou plans to find?"

"So what's so embarrassing? Hehe," Li Xuechu felt a little embarrassed, but Jin Yong is not built in Xiangjiang in terms of connections, and there are countless friends in the cultural and business circles, so it is really better to find a word by yourself than others. "Just find a quiet environment with a better view, and a bigger house. But I don't know the rent yet. ”

"Hehe, it's not as expensive as Xiaoyou thinks, and it's no problem to rent a bigger villa with Xiaoyou's income now." Li Xuechu's income Jin Yong knows best, after all, Jin Yong is the boss of Ming Pao, and Li Xuechu's manuscript fee is someone else's.

"That's good, just have better sound insulation, and you don't need a villa, I'll just live in a big house by myself."

"Well, that's clear, when will Xiaoyou be free tomorrow?" Kim Yong asked.

"I'm going to class in the afternoon and I'm at home half the morning." Li Xuechu originally planned to go out to see the house tomorrow morning.

"That's okay, Xiaoyou, just wait for good news!"

After the idle talk, the contract began to be negotiated.

How much of the manuscript fee should be considered reasonable Li Xuechu really didn't know, when Jin Yong smiled and put forward the condition of 60 yuan for 1,000 words, Li Xuechu carefully added 80 yuan for 1,000 words, and Jin Yong agreed after a moment of silence.

Yes, needless to say, it was a loss again.

Next, Li Xuechu took out the finished draft of "Fake Heavenly God", and after Jin Yong read it at a glance and ten lines, he felt more satisfied. Look at the word count of the manuscript, it is in the early 80,000s.

"Do you have any new works?" Jin Yong asked after a moment of silence.

"There is another one that is being conceived, the title and general plot have been thought of, and it has not yet been written, it is called "The King of Big Words". The works of the two comedy kings Jim Carrey, in fact, what Li Xuechu wants to write most is "Truman's World", which he has always liked very much, but the background is still a bit inconsistent in this era, and it can only be said in a few years, but it is just that the king who has not yet become famous is suffering, I don't know what he will play in the future? But not necessarily, Hollywood is full of talents, and the cultural industry of the United States is not covered, even if you copy everything you know now, there is a ten-year buffer period, and good works are still emerging in an endless stream, and they may not be inferior to the original future generations, this is the heritage of others.

Li Xuechu described the general plot of the Great Talk King to Jin Yong in detail.

Jin Yong thought for a moment, took out a thick envelope, counted eight hundred-yuan bills from his wallet, and stuffed them in.

"This is 8,000 yuan, and 1,000 and a half of it is considered a deposit for the next work, Mr. Li will see if the number is wrong."

Li Xuechu nodded, no problem.

Jin Yong and Li Xuechu talked casually for a few more words, got up and said goodbye.

Sending Jin Yong away, Li Xuechu thought about it, and smiled bitterly again. 80,000 words was what Li Xuechu said to Xu Fei last time. Jin Yong's envelope contained seven thousand two ......

Forget it, it's too late to regret it.

But now that the contract has been signed, I can be considered promoted, so let's think about the happy thing.

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