After a while, Liang Dakang walked over with a magazine.

"Elder Zheng, give!" Liang Dakang smiled and handed the magazine in his hand to the old man.

When the old man took the magazine handed over, Liang Dakang said at this time: "This young man's imagination is really rich, this time, he did not use the traditional science fiction star exploration as the theme, but focused on the bottom of the sea. ”

"Under the sea? This is indeed a relatively rare science fiction theme. When the old man Zheng Wenguang heard Liang Dakang's words, he couldn't help but be stunned.

He sighed, then looked at the magazine in his hand, turned the title page, and then read it silently.

Time passed little by little, Liang Dakang picked up the teacup and waited patiently while drinking the tea in the teacup.

Half an hour passed quickly, and the old man Zheng Wenguang seemed to have finished reading it, and he suddenly smiled when he saw him, and said: "It's really well written, no wonder you can make a name for yourself overseas." ”

"Yes! Zheng Lao, in fact, this young man has not only written science fiction, he has also won the National Outstanding Short and Medium Story Award. ”

"Really? That's a very high literary award. ”

The old man said a word, and then said: "If I have the opportunity, I must meet this young man and talk to him face to face, after all, such an excellent young science fiction writer is rare." ”

"Hahaha...... Zheng Lao, there is a chance, there must be a chance. When Liang Dakang heard this, he laughed, then sat up straight, and then put down the teacup in his hand and continued: "Elder Zheng, let's get down to business, the reason why I invited you here this time is mainly for the bid for the annual meeting of the World Science Fiction Association, you and Tong Lao are a banner of our country's science fiction community, I think so......"

For the annual meeting of the World Science Fiction Association, Liang Dakang has been actively striving for the bid.

To this end, he has done a lot of work, but no substantial progress has been made.

Despite this, he did not give up, but chose to rise to the occasion.

There was no funding, so he tried his best to get together the funds, and he looked around for the works that he didn't take, and in the end, he met He Yun.

Now, he's just a heavyweight science fiction writer.

And his target is none other than Professor Tong Wenzhengtong in front of him.

With the full support of these two, he believes that our country's science fiction works will definitely be able to have a place in the world science fiction community

"By the way, Mr. Zheng, there is something, I want to ask your opinion, here's the thing, I plan to strike while the iron is hot, take this article to a publishing house in Xiangjiang to translate into English, and continue to publish and distribute it overseas, do you think it is feasible?"

"Of course it works, and I fully support it! This young man already has a certain reputation in the overseas Chinese circle, and at this time, there is a new work, so it is natural to translate it into English as soon as possible and gain a firm foothold in the overseas science fiction community. ”

The old man Zheng Wenguang naturally raised his hands to support him.

Now that he is almost in his prime, his biggest dream in this life is to be able to see the science fiction works of the Chinese people go abroad and become famous all over the world.

At this moment, there is such a science fiction writer with great potential in front of him, how do you say he does not support it.

Even in his opinion, such a work should find a way to be sent abroad to win awards.

Especially some awards that are beneficial to newcomers to science fiction, we should try hard.

"Editor-in-Chief Liang, have you ever considered taking this science fiction article abroad to win awards?"

"Naturally, I thought about it, but ...... It's a lot of difficulty! You also know that foreign countries are not as good as domestic ones, and at present, although there has been reform and opening up, capitalism is still ......"

Liang Dakang said this, with a wry smile on his face, and did not continue to speak.

However, the old man Zheng Wenguang had already heard the meaning of his words.

"Editor-in-chief Liang, I don't think it's better to do this, I'll find some of my friends to see if they have a suitable opportunity, if it really doesn't work, I'll find my teacher Mr. Qin Mu, maybe he has a way."

"Mr. Qin Mu? Is Qin Lao? Thank you so much. "Liang Dakang naturally knows who Qin Mu is.

This is a "big man" in the cultural circle, and now he is the leader of the National Writers Association, and as the editor-in-chief of the magazine, he has naturally seen it.

"That's right! That's him. Old man Zheng Wenguang nodded and replied in the affirmative.

Then, I saw him slowly stand up, and almost at the same time, Liang Dakang immediately walked over and helped him.

Because he knew that although the old man Zheng Wenguang seemed to be in good health, he was actually in a semi-stroke state a few years ago.

When he was invited over this time, he also wanted to help the development of science fiction literature in our country as much as possible while he could still move.

…………

It happened to be Sunday.

The weather is sunny, the breeze is light, and the air is filled with the fragrance of rape flowers, which makes people smell and refresh.

He Yun came to the post office with the newly received remittance slip.

"Hello, please help me take out the money from the remittance slip and deposit it in this passbook." He Yun came to the counter and handed the remittance slip in his hand to the staff.

This remittance slip was just received by him in the morning, and it was a total of 1,735 yuan and 4 cents.

And along with this, I received a sample issue of the latest issue of "Science Fiction Literature and Art", as well as a letter.

The sample magazine is his latest science fiction work, "Sea Prison".

As for the letter, he had read it carefully.

It is still written by the editor-in-chief Liang.

There are three things mentioned above.

This first one is naturally about the manuscript fee.

The letter said that as long as He Yun's future science fiction is adopted, the manuscript fee will start at 200 yuan and 1,000 words.

This second thing is about his work "Hou Yi Running to the Moon" overseas English version of "Moon Rescue".

He said in the letter that due to the special reasons of overseas distribution, the second batch of royalties will have to be postponed until the beginning of June this year, and as for the specific amount of money, the editor-in-chief Liang did not mention it in the letter, and he may not have an accurate amount!

And this third thing is about his new science fiction work "Sea Prison", in which he introduced the old man Zheng Wenguang to He Yun in detail, and said that the old man Zheng Wenguang is very optimistic about him and hopes to meet him, and also specially attached the contact information of the old man Zheng Wenguang at the end of this letter.

"Tsk...... Writer Heda, you have so much manuscript fee! The staff glanced at the remittance slip and couldn't help but sigh.

Soon, he helped He Yun complete the formalities.

He Yun looked at the huge amount of more than 30,000 yuan in the passbook, casually stuffed it into his pocket, and turned to leave.

For him, withdrawing money, saving money, and writing and receiving letters have become a part of his life, and there is nothing to show off.

Besides, this may seem like a lot of money, but if you want to buy a house in Kyoto, it is not enough.

PS: It's still today!