Chapter forty-seven, this is the best proof of this. (Please!) )
Luo Jinping was also excited, not as calm as before.
I haven't practiced this kung fu yet!
"yes, it's reported, it's yesterday's paper, bought in the city. I came back today and the letter had just arrived at the school. ”
With this newspaper, the time it will take him to return to the city will definitely be greatly shortened.
How can he not be excited.
Yang Xiaole looked at the other party's happy face, smiled, and asked innocently: "Teacher Luo, Renming Daily is such a powerful newspaper, so the manuscript fee will not be low, right?" ”
He's not asking for money.
Rather, I want a proof that I can spend money openly in the future.
Luo Jinping bowed his head slightly, "Well, they sent me a manuscript fee of 50 yuan per thousand words, and I wrote a total of 1957 words, although the number of words published was not as many as the original version, but they still gave me 97.85 yuan according to the number of words I wrote." ”
(The submission price after the revision and resumption of the 56th Renming Daily!) Available online. At that time, the manuscript fee was very high. Ordinary publishing houses are 10 to 30,000 words. Famous scholars are 500 yuan per thousand words. Price reduction in September. But there are also 4 to 15 pieces. )
Yang Xiaole licked his lips.
I looked through the other pages of the newspaper, and there were novels in it.
Damn, I knew it was so high, he wrote novels!
His uncle's.
Gao Xinbao sat next to the two of them, listening curiously to what the two were saying.
Luo Jinping looked at Yang Xiaole, thought for a while, took out 50 yuan from it and put it on the table.
said with a serious face: "Xiaole, I'm not afraid of your jokes, the core of this article is still from your mouth, although you don't know who this original sentence is, but without that sentence, I can't get so much money, you take the 50 yuan, don't dislike less!" ”
"Hey, Mr. Luo, thank you!"
Yang Xiaole took it unceremoniously.
It's not a polite time, it's a time when you're short of money! Why don't you want this white money!
Although this is also my own excerpt from someone else.
Then he smiled at Luo Jinping: "Teacher Luo, the newspaper doesn't reward meat stamps, food stamps and the like?" ”
Luo Jinping saw that he had collected the money.
It's also a sigh of relief.
It is a very shameful thing for a teacher to plagiarize a student's words and not pay him all after he has been paid.
If it weren't for his brother......
Thinking of this, he shook his head, hoping to receive his brother's letter as soon as possible!
Wait for a letter from my brother, and give him the money at that time.
When he heard Yang Xiaole say the ticket, he was surprised: "Ticket? How can the newspaper give a ticket? It's all about money! ”
Yang Xiaole shrugged, if you don't have it, you won't have it, you have to make it up when you go back.
Thinking of this, he said to Luo Jinping: "By the way, Mr. Luo, I have collected this money, you have to give me a certificate?" Otherwise, I won't be able to explain it clearly. ”
"Dada!"
Luo Jinping smiled and nodded at the end of that article: "Oh, isn't that the best proof?" ”
Yang Xiaole looked down.
There is actually a signature at the end: "Contributors: Luo Jinping, Yang Xiaole." ”
Seeing this, Yang Xiaole shook his head.
Damn, it's okay for you to use a pen name, you have to use your real name, what if someone makes trouble with Lao Tzu in the future?
Forget it, that's a few years away.
I've gone to the big city, and the people in Zhuangzi want to mess with me, so go find him.
But he also wondered: "Teacher Luo, didn't you say that you just mentioned me?" Why is my name on it? ”
"I don't know about this, I mentioned this sentence in the last sentence of the submission from you, maybe they think that the core idea of the whole article is this sentence, so they added your name to the list of contributors."
looked at Luo Jinping with an unclear expression.
Yang Xiaole poked the tooth flower, that's fine.
There is no concrete proof, how much is and how many votes, isn't that nonsense?
Want a receipt?
Go find Mr. Luo!
Want to prove?
Go to Renming Daily to inquire!
Then he folded the newspaper and put it away, and said with a smile: "Teacher Luo, this newspaper has been given to me!" I'm going to show my daddy! They must be happy. ”
"You take it, it was meant to be sent to you."
Luo Jinping looked at him and smiled, thinking that he would have to find a way to make up for him in the future.
Otherwise, the teacher will lose his morality.
Gao Xinbao next to him blinked his big eyes: "Xiaole, are you so powerful?" It's as simple as that to get 50 bucks? ”
Yang Xiaole smiled proudly, "Knowledge ......"
I just wanted to say that knowledge changes fate! Thinking that Luo Jinping is still there!
If you hear this and publish it, then the matter will be even greater, and this is not the same as the previous sentence.
Then he smiled: "It's nothing, this is written by Mr. Luo, I just stained it." ”
And Gao Danian next to him swallowed his saliva, damn it, there is so much money when you use your pen?
Look at the son who is not angry, he is not angry.
Luo Jinping saw this scene and smiled at Gao Xinbao: "So, we have to study, and we have more opportunities to read." ”
Then he said to Yang Xiaole: "By the way, let me tell you something, the notice of education reform next year has come down, and we are the same as in the city, both of which are six-year systems." ”
Yang Xiaole didn't care much about the news.
Last year, it was said that the teaching was changed, but it has not been changed, and the change is starting from the first grade anyway.
It can't be changed to him.
"In this education reform, we have added a sixth grade to our high school, and we also use the sixth grade books in the city!"
Luo Jinping's words made him frown.
"How can it be changed like this? Doesn't that mean I'm going to be in school for another year? ”
There's no fucking chance of going to college!
Luo Jinping bowed his head slightly: "Well, you still have one more year." ”
After speaking, he poured a bowl of herbal tea and drank it with a bang.
Then he stood up and said, "Okay, I won't tell you, I'll go back first, the school is going to be busy in the next few days, preparing for the new semester." ”
Seeing this, Yang Xiaole could only stand up.
When I came to the door, I saw Yang Qingwu and his party who had just grabbed the piglet not far away.
The group can be said to have returned with a full load!
In the back basket, the cart is full of livestock such as pigs and chickens.
He stopped, said hello to Luo Jinping, and waited in place.
Luo Jinping didn't think much about it, and left with a smile.
"Xiaole, why haven't you left yet! That's Mr. Luo? ”
Yang Qingwu came close and asked him.
"Well, Mr. Luo just sent me a newspaper! That's what I said earlier. You see, there are my names and that of Teacher Luo on it. ”
As he spoke, he ostentatiously handed over the newspaper.
Yang Qingwu was surprised and took a look, but fortunately he knew some words.
"Oh, it's really your and Teacher Luo's names!"
Surprised, he directly left the newspaper and said with a smile: "I'll take this newspaper back to your father and give you a good publicity." See what other people have to say. ”
Yang Xiaole wanted this effect.
Hehe smiled: "Okay, second uncle, you bring it back to my father and mother for me, there is still a manuscript fee of ten yuan here, and Mr. Luo said that he gave another ten yuan for the copyright." ”
Yang Qingwu took the money in shock: "There is more!" ”
"That's right, Teacher Luo gave it just now."
It's good to live in the village, but it's also moderate, and it's not a good thing to live too well at this time.
He wanted something he could digest secretly.
"Good, good! I'll bring it back to your dad and tell him the good news. Okay, I won't tell you, let's go. ”
After saying that, he went back with a group of people.
The dog wanted to say something, but seeing that everyone was gone, he could only follow.
Yang Xiaole watched the people walk away, and then returned to the breakfast shop with a smile.