In the dormitory, He Yun was sitting at the table, with his back to Deng Chengjun and the two.

At this moment, a deep voice suddenly came from the radio, which immediately attracted He Yun's attention.

"Passing through the alley, a black shadow flashed, it was already one o'clock in the morning, the black cat and I met, but I didn't dare to stay long, but pulled the rickshaw and walked forward casually, when the two cars met the moment, the rickshaw of the two people also stopped immediately, and in an instant, a yellow cloth wrapped item fell on my car......"

The sound of the radio was not loud at first, but after a while, perhaps because the signal was much clearer, it suddenly became louder.

"This ...... Isn't this my Far Guy? Could it be that CCTV adapted it into a radio drama so quickly? He Yun muttered secretly, couldn't help but put down the pen in his hand and turned around.

"Huh...... Why is this radio drama a little familiar? Where do you think you've heard of it? At this time, Deng Chengjun, who was listening carefully to the drama, also exclaimed and said suddenly.

Hearing Deng Chengjun's words, Mr. Chen, who was debugging the radio, also muttered: "Really, why am I a little familiar and dare to be affectionate...... Wait, isn't this the "Far Island Spy" written by Mr. He? ”

When Teacher Chen said this, he instantly set his eyes on He Yun.

At this moment, Deng Chengjun also seemed to think of something, and he was very surprised, and he also followed Teacher Chen to look at He Yun.

Regarding the reaction of these two people, He Yun could only smile awkwardly, and quickly explained: "Not long ago, CCTV sent me a telegram about this, and I didn't expect their adaptation to be so fast, it seems that it has only been ten days, right?" It's actually done. ”

"Uh...... You cow! ”

When Deng Chengjun heard He Yun's explanation, he couldn't help but immediately give a thumbs up and praise, and then said: "Teacher He, I think maybe one day, yours will even be adapted into a movie, Mr. Chen, what do you think?" ”

"That's it, our writer He Da has won two awards, and he has also written one after another, not to mention the manuscript fee, and the most important thing is that now they have all been adapted into radio dramas, and they are also CCTV Radio! Tut-tut...... I can't imagine it. ”

Regarding the "sourness" of Deng Chengjun and the others, He Yun smiled, and muttered to himself in his heart: "Actually......... I do have one that is about to be adapted into a movie, but I can't say it right now. ”

"Teacher Deng, Teacher Chen, don't praise me, didn't you also publish two articles in professional journals in the province? Especially Mr. Deng, I heard that in our school for so many years, you are the only student who has published such professional articles in the field of chemistry. He Yun smiled and said quickly.

"Don't you do the same! I've heard that some of your papers have been published in an internal literary journal of Hunan Normal University. When Teacher Chen heard He Yun's words, he said again.

"How do you know?" He Yun was stunned for an instant.

He remembered that he had just learned about this, how could Deng Chengjun and the others know about it so quickly?

"As far as Li Hanming, who was admitted to graduate school with you, said that you were not here yesterday, we met him at the door of the dormitory and chatted casually." Deng Chengjun explained.

"Oh...... I see. Although He Yun was very puzzled why Li Hanming came to their dormitory again, he didn't think much about it.

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The next day, He Yun received a remittance slip from CCTV.

The moment he got the remittance order, He Yun was shocked by the generosity of Yangguang.

Good guys, there are so many adaptation fees?

Four episodes of three hundred pieces......

Belch...... It's a bit much, indeed!

Seriously, compared to his previous manuscript fee, this money is indeed a bit small, but you must know that this is the radio drama adaptation fee, three hundred yuan for four episodes, that is, seventy-five yuan per episode, which is actually very high, after all, the average monthly salary per capita is only thirty or forty yuan.

Besides, He Yun doesn't care about this adaptation fee, what he cares about is actually the "fame" that radio dramas bring him.

…………

Kyoto, Contemporary, Literary Magazine.

At this moment, Editor-in-Chief He also smiled from ear to ear.

The most important thing is that with the continuous broadcast of the radio drama adapted from "Lonely Island Spy" on CCTV Radio, the sales of the single book of "Lonely Island Spy" published by the People's Literature Publishing House have been rising, and now the two volumes have exceeded 150,000 copies.

"Tsk...... 150,000, adding up to 300,000 copies, this sales volume is already in the forefront compared to similar published books at the moment, this kid seems to be only in his twenties, and he has actually become a best-selling author. ”

Editor-in-Chief He muttered, but saw that the door of the office was suddenly pushed open.

"Editor-in-chief, there is a letter from Man Jianghong again."

"Oh...... I'll take a look, hey, this is a cover letter, how long has it been? It seems like just two or three months, right? There's a new work so soon? ”

Looking at the large envelope in his hand, Editor-in-Chief He suddenly let out a sigh of surprise and immediately opened the letter.

Half an hour later, Editor-in-Chief He finished reading the manuscript sent by He Yun.

At this moment, he didn't know what to say.

Because he was completely impressed by He Yun's writing speed and quality.

"This kid's writing talent is really incredible, military, spy warfare, science fiction, and now realism, so many literary themes, he not only controls the fire, but also does not lose the old author at all, and actually writes so fast, I heard that this kid seems to be still reading, where did he get so much time and writing inspiration?"

Editor-in-Chief He couldn't help but sigh, and after pondering for a moment, he immediately picked up the phone on the table.

He made a phone call, and after a while, he saw a man walk into his office.

"Lao Wang, did you come quite quickly this time?"

"Hahaha...... Isn't this in a hurry to come to you to see what good articles there are? What's the matter, isn't there good news? Wang Meng smiled, looked at Editor-in-Chief He and asked.

"That's natural, otherwise I wouldn't have called you!" Editor-in-Chief He nodded, and then handed He Yun's manuscript to Wang Meng in his hand.

Wang Meng glanced at it and said in surprise: "Man Jianghong? Isn't that the pen name of that young writer, He Yun? I remember that this kid is a young writer that Lao Kang focuses on cultivating, and this is his new work? ”

"That's right! This time he wrote about realism, and it was about reform and opening up, and I think it is very consistent with the theme that your magazine has recently made, so I will notify you to come over immediately, Lao Wang, don't say that I didn't think about you, this time ......."

"Lao He, stop, when did I say this, and besides, you better let me finish reading this first, okay?" Wang Meng waved his hand and immediately interrupted Editor-in-Chief He's words.

"Okay! Look at it first, I'll talk to you later. Editor-in-Chief He nodded.

"It's pretty much the same, then I'll take a look at ...... first!" Wang Meng said, and lowered his head to look at the manuscript in his hand.

"Love in the Lakes and Mountains"? It's a bit of an interesting name. Wang Meng then muttered again and continued to watch.

Another half an hour passed.

Wang Meng put down the manuscript in his hand unsatisfied, and he raised his head to look at the editor-in-chief He: "Lao He, it's so good, do you really want to give it to me?" You're not going to be thinking about my bottles? ”

"Look at what you said, Lao Wang, am I that kind of person? I think that your "People's Literature" magazine has been soliciting information on reform and opening up recently? Isn't that just right? ”

"It's appropriate, it's appropriate, but looking at the plot here, it's estimated that it's at least a long story, I'm afraid we don't have so much space to publish it, if only it were a short story." Wang Meng nodded, and couldn't help but shake his head and said.

"Short story? There are ...... too! ”

"Ah......? Also this kid wrote it? When Wang Meng heard Editor-in-Chief He's words, he was immediately stunned and hurriedly asked.

"Hmm...... Look! Editor-in-chief He said, and handed Wang Meng two more manuscripts.

PS: I accidentally wrote a few hundred more words, forget it, and sent it together.