Coming out of the magazine, I thought about Feng Huacheng I met just now, but Wang Zhongxin was sudden.

In the original plot, Feng Huacheng didn't seem to be good after he arrived in Jichun, and later it seemed that he was in order to get on the throne, and he was no longer as rigid and inflexible as before, until he gave gifts to people and knew that he was canvassing.

But Zhou Rong, who prides herself on being high, is disgusted with Feng Huacheng's behavior in every way, and she doesn't look down on it at all.

For this reason, the husband and wife ended in divorce.

This is nothing to Zhou Rong, and for Feng Huacheng, it is also a relief, and there is no need to live under the weight of Zhou Rong.

But for Feng Yue, it was undoubtedly another bolt from the blue.

The parents divorced, went their separate ways, and in the end it was the children who were hurt.

Although Feng Yue is very tough, she is also very eager to get love from her parents in her heart.

Otherwise, after Zhou Rong and Feng Huacheng looked for her a few times, she made a concession and was willing to return to the light word film on the weekend to accompany Zhou Rong and the two of them to live together.

If there was no Feng Yue, Wang Zhong wouldn't have bothered to care about Zhou Rong's mess, but now Feng Yue had to think about it for Feng Yue.

The next day, Wang Chong found a teahouse outside and ordered a pot of Biluochun, but Feng Huacheng was late.

"I'm sorry, Bingkun, I was delayed by some trivial matters, and I made you wait for a long time." Feng Hua looked polite.

Wang Zhong gestured for him to sit down: "It's okay, I didn't have to wait long." ”

"I don't know what kind of tea you like to go with, so I ordered a pot of Biluochun and will drink some of it." As he spoke, Wang Chong had already poured him a glass.

"You can drink anything." Feng Huacheng was very happy that Wang Chong could come to find him, Feng Huacheng knew that the reason why Wang Chong was so unkind to see him was precisely because Zhou Rong wanted to go to Guizhou Province to find him despite the opposition of everyone in the family.

"By the way, you came to me on purpose, is there something wrong?"

"Something's true." Wang nodded and said: "You have now joined the Provincial Writers Association, with the establishment, how is the salary?" ”

Feng Huacheng didn't know what Wang Chong's idea was, but it was no secret, "I just joined the Writers' Association now, and the level is not high, and the salary is naturally not high, and it is only more than 100 yuan a month." ”

Even if the level goes up, the salary will not be much higher, and writers generally rely on their works to speak, not on their salary.

And Feng Huacheng's works were quite popular in the past, and he was even invited by Yan University to give a speech, but now, it is a matter of opinion.

"More than 100 yuan a month, plus the remuneration, how much can it add up, three hundred? Five hundred? Wang Chong's question was more direct.

Feng Huacheng smiled awkwardly and shook his head, "How can there be so many, at most there are only more than three hundred." ”

That is, the monthly manuscript fee fluctuates around one or two hundred.

If this had been ten years ago, it would have been a proper high income.

But it has been eight or nine years now, and it has been 11 years since the reform and opening up, and although Jiangliao Province, as an industrial base, has taken a later and smaller step in the pace of reform and opening up than other provinces, the income of writers has not been much less.

Let's just say that Wang Chongjiao, when he was more than seven years old, he didn't have long since he started publishing his works, and he was a few hundred a month, but after a few years of hard work, he saved up one or two hundred thousand manuscript fees, bought a courtyard house in Yanjing, not to mention, and had money to invest in He Damao, and took a ride on the reform and opening up.

Writers are high-income people in this era, and Feng Huacheng's income is really a bit low.

"Where's your poetry book?" Wang Chong asked again: "Hasn't it been published?" ”

"Publishing is publishing, but sales are not good!" Wang Chong's question is tantamount to continuing to stab Feng Huacheng's wound and sprinkle salt.

In the most prosperous years of Feng Huacheng, the sales of his published poetry collections were average, and a high-quality poem could not be written casually.

It takes time to precipitate, it needs that sudden flash of inspiration, and the right time, place and people are indispensable.

As the saying goes, money is a man's guts, although this is a little rough, but it is not rough, if Feng Huacheng can be like Wang Chong, the monthly manuscript fee continues, then when he was in Yanjing, he would not go to work in the library in order to settle down with Zhou Rong.

There is no need to squeeze into the small dormitory that is more than ten square meters like a bakery, and there is no need to lose her daughter to Wang Zhong in order to maintain Zhou Rong's quality of life, and it has been so many years.

Now there is no need to squeeze in Zhou Rong's dormitory with Zhou Rong, and there is no need to reunite with her daughter on weekends, just run back to Zhou Rong and squeeze together with Zhou Rong's parents.

Thinking of this, looking at Wang Chong, who was dressed very decently opposite, Feng Huacheng remembered that when he was in Yanjing, he and Zhou Rong were crowded in the dormitory with only a dozen square meters, but Wang Chong took a large family and lived in a courtyard with spacious and bright rooms and many houses.

I don't want to know, I want to be scared.

Feng Huacheng only tasted it this time, when Wang Chong led a large family to Yanjing, but in 78 years, it was still a planned economy at that time, and all the food, clothing, housing and transportation were all ticketed, and Jichun's bills could not be used in Yanjing at all, and except for Wang Chong, Li Suhua and they could not get Yanjing's bills at all, so they could only exchange money for them, or go to the pigeon market to buy them.

In that case, it lasted for more than three years, and by the time Wang Chong graduated, the planned economy was not over, under this kind of high-intensity pressure, Wang Chong could still insist on completing high-intensity studies, and also took the family to live well, and the small days were moist and moisturized, not to mention that there was meat at three meals a day, but meat could be seen every day, and the children could often eat snacks, and the children were never broken with Feng Yue's new clothes every year.

Thinking of this, Feng Huacheng suddenly felt a deep sense of shame in his heart.

Looking at Feng Huacheng, who looked a little lonely on the other side, Wang Zhong said: "Do you know what the monthly salary of an ordinary editor in our magazine was last month?" ”

Feng Huacheng, who came back to his senses, shook his head, he didn't have any acquaintances in Jichun, just a Shao Jingwen, the relationship was okay, but it was only limited to ordinary friends.

Wang Chongdao: "Last month, an editor in charge of proofreading received a salary of 208, a bonus of 80, and at the end of the year, there will be a performance award, the amount of which is 30% of the monthly salary. ”

Feng Huacheng calculated frantically in his heart, in this way, the average salary per month can be three hundred and fifty-six, and this does not include bonuses.

….······

Feng Huacheng was instantly unsettled.

Wang Chongke said, that is the most ordinary editor in charge of proofreading, but what about other high-level editors in their magazine? What about the editor-in-chief? What about Shao Jingwen, the president?

Before he came back to his senses, Wang Chong continued: "In the past few months, the sales of "The Flood Famine" have been steadily rising, and Lao Shao has begun to contact the channels of other provinces. ”

To the whole country, the sales volume will go to a higher level, and the most important thing is that the bonus will be doubled several times.

Feng Huacheng's whole person is numb, that doesn't mean that a small editor who is responsible for text proofreading, in a month, his salary plus bonus can be worth his income for several months or even half a year.

Subconsciously swallowing his saliva, Feng Huacheng looked at Wang Chong and asked, "Your magazine pays such a high salary to its employees?" Is it still possible to make money? ”

Seeing Feng Huacheng's reaction, Wang Chong knew that his goal had been achieved.

"Why can't you make money? There is an old saying that if you want the horse to run and don't give the horse grazing, how can there be such a good thing in this world. ”

"Our publishing house is not a public unit, the purpose pursued is to be capable, useless, as long as you can create value for the magazine, the magazine will give you the corresponding remuneration, we are not an iron rice bowl, drought and flood to ensure income, then you can only give more wages."

"Saying so much, do you want to ask me to go to your magazine?" Feng Huacheng looked at Wang Chong, not knowing whether he was attracted by the rare high salary or because of something, and suddenly there was some expectation in his heart.

The king nodded and said, "I do mean that." ”

"But I'm writing modern poetry, and it's not the same as your magazine's business!" Of course, it's not just because of this reason, as Wang Zhong said just now, although Feng Huacheng's salary in the Writers' Association is not high, the key is an iron rice bowl, drought and flood to ensure income, and there is no need to worry about losing his job.

But Wang Chong and Shao Jingwen's magazine are different.

Wang Chong said: "Yesterday I discussed with Lao Shao, we plan to set up another studio under the magazine, for the time being, I will be the person in charge of the studio, I will provide the outline, the members of the studio ghostwriting, as long as I can write a work that satisfies me, you can publish it in our magazine, the manuscript fee obtained, the studio will take 30%, and the remaining 70% are ghostwriters." ”

"Just the manuscript fee?" Feng Huacheng immediately asked the point.

"It's just the manuscript fee!" Wang Chongdao: "If it can be published, as long as the sales can reach a certain level, a part of the royalty can also be shared, but I haven't discussed this with Lao Shao yet, and the specific plan will have to wait for us to discuss it, but I can guarantee that there will definitely be a share." ”

"Does this studio have a base salary?"

"Yes, but it won't be very high, I discussed with Lao Shao that it is currently tentatively one hundred yuan a month, because the interest of this studio is different from that of ordinary editors, and it is more inclined to the training of a martial arts myth author."

"Think about it, although you haven't been in contact with martial arts mythology now, but after you have successfully written a few films, you have accumulated experience, and you feel that your ability has reached a certain level, you can leave the studio, or you can directly terminate the contract with the studio and create independently, as long as it is well written and the quality meets the requirements of our magazine, not only can it be serialized, but the magazine can also arrange for publication."

Feng Huacheng was moved.

is different from poetry, a novella, three or four hundred thousand words, according to ten yuan per thousand words, that is three or four thousand yuan, seventy percent, that is more than two thousand yuan, if you write, it will be three or four months to the sky, and the outline is set, as long as the plot is supplemented and the pen is polished, the difficulty is much simpler than your own originality.

Even if you only have one film in a year, you will get more than 2,000 or nearly 3,000 manuscript fees, plus a basic salary of 100 yuan per month, and it will be about 4,000 yuan in a year.

Feng Huacheng's income is only how much he earns every month, his salary is more than 100, and the manuscript fee is more than 100, not every month, but it adds up to less than 200, and for 12 months a year, even if he adds the subsidy for the New Year's holidays, it is less than 4,000 yuan.

And if you are diligent enough, you will definitely be able to write more than three or four hundred thousand words, just look at Wang Chong.

At the beginning, Wang Chong worked part-time to write books, and after a year, he could write 340,000 words when he was young, and if he was full-time, as long as the inspiration could keep up, then this number could still be increased.

And writing this thing is naturally understood by Feng Huacheng, a person in the literary world.

It's just that!

Feng Huacheng himself is a former famous poet, a literati who is light and arrogant, especially Feng Huacheng, who once had infinite scenery.

Although the reality is very cruel, the pride that grows in the bones is not so easy to let go.

Lowering his head, looking at the teacup on the table, looking at the brightly colored tea in the cup, Feng Huacheng fell into deep thought, Wang Chong didn't pick up the teacup and drank it all, poured another cup, and drank it all again.

It's not because it's all delicious, it's just that I feel thirsty, and after a long talk just now, it's strange that I'm not thirsty.

"I'll think about it!"

After a long time, Feng Huacheng raised his head, looked at Wang Chong, who was still breezy and unfazed on the other side, and said cautiously.

Wang Chong smiled slightly, picked up the cup, and raised his hand to Feng Huacheng: "Don't worry, you go back and think about it slowly, if you are reluctant to work now, you don't necessarily have to join my studio, as long as you have this idea and want to increase your income, you can also use more leisure time to practice by yourself, if you think it's okay, you can come to me." ”

Feng Huacheng looked at Wang Chong with complicated eyes, and his tone was quite heavy: "You······ Why help me? ”

Wang Chong looked at him, his face was still calm as usual: "You want to ask, my relationship with Zhou Rong is so bad, I don't even say hello when we meet, and I even have a lot of opinions about you, why do I come over to help you now." ”

Feng Huacheng nodded.

Wang Chongdao: "To be honest, I really don't look down on you, and I even hated you very much for a while, but through the contact in the past few years, I have indeed changed my opinion of you slightly, I don't know what kind of psychology you had when you fell in love with Zhou Rong, but over the years, you have indeed made a lot of sacrifices for Zhou Rong and Yueyue." ”

It's not that Feng Huacheng is much better than Zhou Rong, Feng Huacheng and Zhou Rong, both of them have problems, Wang Chong doesn't like them anyway, but now when it comes to Dao Yueyue, Wang Chong can't think about it too much.

....Speaking, Wang Chong's eyes had a little more complicated emotions, and he sighed: "No matter what, you are Yueyue's father, Yueyue grew up beside me and Zheng Juan'er since she was a child, and my and Juan'er's feelings for Yueyue are not shallower than yours, I just want to make Yueyue's life a little better without violating my heart as much as I can." ”

In fact, at the beginning, Wang Chong didn't plan to do so, Feng Huacheng and Zhou Rong, he didn't want to care about it at all, he didn't want to pay attention to it, but people's feelings are really too complicated, even if they raise a few kittens and puppies, after a long time, they will deal with feelings, not to mention a well-behaved, sensible, cute and obedient, good-looking niece.

Listening to Wang Chong's words, Feng Huacheng's mood instantly became heavy.

Feng Huacheng is not hard-hearted, he also has feelings, jealousy, and guilt.

Especially here with her daughter Feng Yue.

"Yueyue, thanks to you and Zheng Juan for taking care of you all these years, Zhou Rong and I are grateful to you from the bottom of our hearts." Feng Huacheng's tone was quite sincere.

Wang Zhong waved his hand when he heard this, and said: "If you want to say that you thank me, I'm okay, as for Zhou Rong, forget it, if she really thanks me, can she be like that every time she sees me?" ”

Hui Hui was accompanied by a face, just like Wang Zhong owed her hundreds of thousands, and there were thorns in and out of his words.

Feng Huacheng was slightly embarrassed: "Zhou Rong, she just wants to save face, she can't pull her face, in fact, she is still grateful to you and Zheng Juan in her heart, after all, after so many years, if it weren't for you, Yueyue would not have grown up so smoothly, and she would not have been able to complete her studies with peace of mind and her current achievements." ”

"Just by your words, my impression of you is a little better."

Feng Huacheng can say this, whether it is sincere or perfunctory, it shows that he has at least thought so, and he still understands something and knows how to be grateful.

Feng Huacheng smiled and said, "Actually, I've always wanted to find an opportunity to thank you and Zheng Juan, but I have no choice but to live in Yanjing for a long time, and occasionally come back, and ······."

"Hey!" Saying that, Feng Huacheng couldn't help but sigh.

"Okay, needless to say, these beautiful words, if you really want to thank me and Zheng Juan, then treat Yueyue well, although Yueyue has a hard mouth, but she is still very eager to live happily with you and Zhou Rong, like other people's parents and children."

Feng Huacheng's face was serious, and his eyes were firm and assured Wang Chong: "You can rest assured of this, Yueyue is my daughter, even if you don't say it, I will do it." ”

"I resigned from Yanjing this time and ran back to Jichun just to have more time with Yueyue before she became an adult, and to be able to accompany her through the entire high school period."

Wang Chong looked at Feng Huacheng, who had a serious face, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "Then have you ever thought about what you will do if you wait for Yueyue to graduate from high school and be admitted to Yanjing's university?" Quitting your job again? Running back to Yanjing? ”

Feng Huacheng smiled and said: "There is no perfect thing in this world, high school and college, after all, you have to make a choice, compared to Yueyue, who was admitted to university three years later, I think she needs the company of her parents more now." ”

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