He Yun's idea is actually very simple: let readers and authors from all over the country send letters to the editorial office, and then the review editors will select suitable manuscripts or writing materials from them.

If the manuscript is ready-made, it only needs to be proofread, and if it is a semi-finished material, the editor will polish it and publish it as a co-author.

In this way, readers become collectors, who can not only get a part of the manuscript fee, but also become one of the co-authors, which can be described as fame and fortune.

The editorial department will also save a lot of money, after all, the proportion of selected writing materials or manuscripts is very low compared to all letters.

And for this mode of operation, the three old comrades were silent.

On the contrary, Director Li coughed and said, "Ahem, Xiaohe, your idea seems to be a bit ...... It's too advanced, I'm afraid ......"

"The higher-level leaders will not agree, after all, we are a literary journal, and the reason why the leaders want to create such a journal is to improve the literary heritage of our Yincheng, you are doing ...... like this."

When Director Li said this, he didn't say any more.

But at this moment, He Yun had already understood, he couldn't help but nodded, and said with a smile: "Okay, Director Li, if the superior leaders may disagree, then you don't say it." ”

"Xiaohe, I didn't mean that, I just ...... Forget it, I'll report this to the leader again. ”

Although the competent unit of this literary journal is the Yincheng Federation of Literary and Art Circles, Director Li cannot completely call the shots, and this matter must have the nod of the relevant leaders, otherwise it will cause unnecessary trouble.

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The discussion ended in such a hurry, and He Yun didn't bother to ask and study further, anyway, his opinion had already been raised, as for whether it would be adopted, he didn't care, after all, he didn't have the time or energy to pay attention to these.

The time entered the middle of January, and in the past few days, He Yun has received several remittance orders.

There was a mail from the Kyoto "People's Literature" magazine, and the manuscript fee was 800 yuan and 4 yuan and 9 cents.

There is a "Furong" magazine from the provincial capital of Hunan Province, and the manuscript fee is a little less than that of "People's Literature", but there are more than 600.

In addition, there are also remittance slips sent by the two magazines "October" and "Reader", the former has more than 700, and the latter has more than 500.

These are naturally the manuscript fees for his two short stories "Flying South" and "That Man, That Mountain, That Road".

This manuscript fee doesn't seem to be a lot, but if it is calculated according to 1,000 words, it is actually very high, after all, his two articles together are only 16,700 words.

A few days later, He Yun received three more sample magazines, including "October" and "Reader".

Another copy was sent from Jincheng.

That's right, it's the English version of his sci-fi "Hou Yi Running to the Moon".

However, after He Yun flipped through the pages of the English version, his eyes finally fell on the cover.

"You actually changed the name of my book to "Moon Rescue"? This is a hardcore translation! He Yun couldn't help but sigh, but he couldn't laugh or cry.

"Okay! After all, it's the English version, and the moon rescue is the moon rescue! ”

Regarding the translation of the English version of the title, He Yun did not deny it.

After all, "Hou Yi" is a character in ancient Chinese mythology, and if the name is directly translated, foreigners are afraid that they will be confused.

The title of the book "Moon Rescue", although relatively straightforward and simple, may be more suitable for foreigners to read and understand because of this.

As for the content of the book, He Yun didn't read it carefully, anyway, he didn't know much English.

"Since they sent me the English version, it must have been published in Xiangjiang and abroad, right? I don't know how many sales will be in the end? He Yun muttered secretly, his heart was full of anticipation.

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Two more days passed.

It happened to be Sunday, and after He Yun sent Gao Yunyan back to the dormitory, he was going to go to the post office and withdraw the money from a few remittance slips.

However, when he passed by the guard room, Uncle Li handed him a letter in the guard room: "Give!" Xiaohe, this letter is for you, I just sent it, and you can also collect this remittance slip. ”

"Okay...... Thank you, Uncle Li. He Yun replied with a smile, and walked out with his things while looking at the remittance slip.

"The story? The manuscript fee is seven hundred and eighteen yuan, four cents and eight? Give me so much again? Wouldn't this editor-in-chief still want me to continue working on a sequel to Archaeological Notes? Didn't I say it wouldn't be ...... anytime soon."

He Yun muttered, stuffed the remittance slip into his jacket pocket, and then looked at the letter.

"Huh......? "Juvenile Literature and Art" sent? Could it be that there is something wrong with my book? ”

He Yun muttered, and immediately opened the envelope.

When he read the contents of the letter, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"So you told me it was going to be published? I thought something was wrong? ”

"By the way, my "Love in the Lakes and Mountains" should also be published, right? Why hasn't the People's Literature Publishing House written to me yet? ”

He Yun suddenly remembered something again, and after thinking about it, he didn't come up with a reason.

"It may take a while, right?" He Yun shook his head and muttered.

More than ten minutes later, he arrived at the post office with several remittance slips.

In front of the counter, there were not many people in line today, so it was his turn soon.

"Comrade, please help me withdraw all the money on these remittance slips and deposit them in my passbook."

He Yun took out the five remittance slips and passbooks in his pocket, handed them to the busy staff in front of the counter, and then said with a smile.

And at this moment, when the staff heard He Yun's words, they couldn't help but be stunned, he looked at the five remittance slips and passbooks handed over by He Yun, looked up at He Yun, and said in surprise: "It turned out to be He Da Writer?" I'll just say who has so many remittance orders to cash, and I'll do the math for you...... Well, it's a total of three thousand six hundred and ninety-five dollars and four cents and seven. ”

After a while, the staff handed the passbook to He Yun again: "Here, writer He, I have already helped you deposit it." ”

For the deposit of so much money, this staff member has long been surprised.

After all, He Yun is a celebrity in the entire post office, from the leaders of the post office to the clerks at the bottom, almost all know He Yun, and they all know He Yun as a great writer, and the exchange of thousands of yuan for manuscript fees has long been the norm.

"Okay, thank you!" He Yun said with a smile, then took his things and turned around and left the post office.

After leaving the post office gate, he took out the passbook from his pocket.

Looking at the numbers above, He Yun whispered, "More than fifteen thousand yuan, it should be enough, right?" ”