Su Hang didn't leave Gan Xin's house until about two o'clock in the afternoon, because he liked to chat with Grandma Gan.

The old man was born in 1922 and has experienced various changes in the country for more than half a century, plus he has a good background, has both experience and stories, and has no shortage of unique insights into the world after going through the world. Even, even those things that the gods chattered about could make Su Hang listen with interest.

So much so that when he left the Gan family, Su Hang was already brewing several new short story inspirations in his mind.

The story of the old man, set a set, changed it, can also be 'youth literature'.

As the sentence goes:

What old society and new society, people are not all those people.

Oh, yes.

It's all those people.

Therefore, the same story, the same people, just a different era, are all the same youth.

When I got home, it was also a coincidence.

The postman Zhang Xingguo is here again, and, not seen for a few days, this time it's a lot.

It just so happened that on the weekend, the neighbors were all at home, which once again triggered onlookers.

People's hearts are somewhat 'hating people and laughing at people', but the Su family's good reputation in the neighborhood, coupled with the fact that this area of people is also good, everyone is more envious of Su Hang's sudden lack of competition and money. Even, the children of the Su family have become the show-off capital of this neighborhood in front of outsiders.

The center of the bustle, because there were a lot of letters this time, He Fen was even a little at a loss, and asked Xie Ling to sign for it, and when he saw his son coming back, he hurriedly gave him the matter.

Su Hang greeted the neighbors, signed for them one by one, and quickly sorted them out, a total of various letters and packages from five families.

First of all, two new sample issues are attached, along with two remittance slips.

Second, a new notice of drafting.

And finally, two packages.

One of them, look at the address, is from "Zhengmao", because I just got a bundle of letters from "Qingxu" a few days ago, and I don't need to unpack it, and Su Hang also judged that it was a letter from a reader again. However, looking at the thickness of the package, about 30 envelopes, it is less than "Qingxu".

In addition, it was a package of letters from readers, even less, about 10 letters, from a magazine in a neighboring province to the north.

At the same time, both packages also came with a separate letter.

Su and Hangzhou roughly judged that they should all be 'manuscript' letters.

After all, they are all articles that have attracted letters from readers, thinking about Fang Wei, who came to the door that day, even if she has not experienced it, she can guess how other corresponding magazines will react.

After signing for the receipt, I didn't open the package in front of everyone this time.

Sent Hong Aya upstairs, there were a lot of things, and Xie Ling next door took the initiative to help, holding two packages and following Hong Aya upstairs.

Su Hang walked to the phoenix bar that he rode back, took out a bag of things in the basket, and said, "I happened to bring melon seeds back, let's try them?" ”

As he spoke, he began to distribute.

I brought twenty packs of melon seeds, all of them were one, two, one pack, divided into a circle, and when everyone swallowed it, the plastic bag had already bottomed out.

The melon seeds were naturally brought back from Gan Xin's house.

From the melon seed factory where Gan Xin's ancestors and grandchildren occasionally work, the boss is kind, and occasionally sends some of his own products to the workers as welfare, saying that they will give their opinions after eating.

Quite thoughtful.

Moreover, the simple plastic bag packaging melon seeds also have their own brand:

Old folks.

Su Hang thinks that if you let yourself give your opinions, the brand name has to be changed first. 'Old folks', close to the people is close to the people, but, looking at it, it lacks some style.

After sipping melon seeds, everyone praised a few words around the letter package just now, and couldn't help but laugh at the 'son-in-law returning to the door' and the like.

After all, Gan Xin lived in Su Hang's house for three days, and Su Hang personally sent it back today, no matter how she looked, it looked like a hairy son-in-law took his little daughter-in-law back to his parents' house for the first time.

Su Hang is no longer the shy teenager he used to be, listening to everyone's innocuous jokes, he is very cooperative, and the atmosphere is more harmonious.

It wasn't until the melon seeds in their hands were finished that the neighbors gradually dispersed.

Miao Feng walked at the end, and when she was about to go out, she remembered her daughter, and shouted upstairs, Xie Ling quickly rose upstairs, answered, and quickly ran back to the house.

I said I was reading a book.

Don't make noise, don't argue.

Seeing her daughter like this, Miao Feng scolded with a smile, but went home first.

Seeing Miao Feng away, Su Hang and his mother said a few words about the Gan family, looked left and right, and asked, "Where is my dad?" ”

"A section of the wall of the fertilizer factory was washed down by the rain two days ago, and he went to help build the wall," He Fen said, sighing: "What about building up, and saying that he was afraid of losing things, the factory was in tatters, and now who doesn't know, what is there to lose?" ”

"That's not what I said," Su Hang said with a smile: "A lot of equipment, selling scrap iron is a lot of money." ”

"If Tao Bingli doesn't contract, I'm afraid I can only sell scrap iron," He Fen still shook his head and looked at his son with a sad face: "Mom and Dad are useless, they all have to be supported by you." ”

Su Hang took his mother's hand: "What are these words, shouldn't I feed you?" ”

"Good son," He Fen patted the back of his son's hand movingly, and motioned upstairs: "Go and see, what is it this time?" ”

"Hmm."

Su Hang agreed, and was about to turn around, He Fen remembered, grabbed again, and asked, "What do you want to eat at night, Mom will make it for you?" ”

"It's only three o'clock."

"It's okay to be idle, prepare in advance," He Fen said: "Do you want to cut some meat anymore and make dumplings tonight?" ”

"Don't do it," Su Hang said: "Our family is always like this, and it's not good." ”

"How can it always be like this, only occasionally?"

"Anyway, no, I also ate good at noon," Su Hang said: "Let's be lighter in the evening, just stir-fry steamed buns." ”

He Fen asked again: "What do you want to eat?" ”

was pestered by his mother to ask what to eat, Su Hang, who was once at this age, would be impatient, but after coming back, he knew how happy this was, so he was patient and said: "Outside beans, pick some and fry spicy ones." ”

"Is beans enough?"

"Enough, if it doesn't work, just fry more, I just watched it, and after a few days of rain, there was a large piece of it, so I have to eat it quickly."

After saying a few more words, he was finally put upstairs.

Entering the house, Hong Aya had already fallen into bed again, and Xie Ling was sitting at the bedside desk, looking through a sample of a magazine she had received earlier.

The letters and parcels just now were placed on the large desk by the window.

Seeing Su Hang enter the door, Xie Ling, who was wearing two braids, hurriedly got up, glanced at Hong Aya on the side, her little face was slightly red, and she greeted, "Brother Su Hang." ”

"It's okay, you can continue to watch," Su Hang gestured to a pile on the table: "I'll dismantle these." ”

The little girl answered and sat down again.

Su Hang pulled a chair and sat at the table by the window, found a pencil sharpener knife, and first opened two of the latest sample issues, one of which was notified of the manuscript last month, and with this, all six manuscript notices were complete.

The other one was sent directly without a notice of drafting.

It's already in the middle of the month, and it's basically here, and there is a high probability that there will be no more follow-ups. However, in this way, 9 submissions last month have been selected.

That's not even nine-sixteenths of all.

Because at least the last week's submission, which was still on the way at the time, would definitely not be able to catch up with this month's release, according to the calculation of removing 4 articles, it is equivalent to 9 out of 12, 75% of the chance of approval.

Su Hang has been thinking about this matter in private.

Roughly speaking, half of the reason for this is that he has advanced the concept of 'youth literature', and the other half is calligraphy.

Just like the previous final exam, the language can get a full score, which is inseparable from the beautiful font that you are all over. Otherwise, at least in terms of composition, no matter how well the article is written, if the font is average, it is natural to deduct a few points.

Similarly, in terms of submission, if you don't have the good words that make people look at them and have a tendency to look at them, not to mention the 75% chance of passing, it is a miracle to have 50%.

To use another apt analogy.

It's like falling in love.

Think about it, a handsome and handsome male model guy who is 1.8 meters tall and picks up a girl, even if he is clumsy and stupid, the chance of success will not be too low.

What's more, the 'male models' in Suzhou and Hangzhou not only have handsome appearance, but also have a good connotation.

So you get more done with less.

Flashing these thoughts, Su Hang found two more remittance slips for manuscript fees.

Take apart.

Two articles:

"The Wheat Field in the Dream", 6,700 words, gave 20 thousand words, a total of 134 yuan.

"Hovering at the age of sixteen", 6,200 words, belongs to another one that did not receive a notice of drafting, but it was given another top 1,000 words 30, a total of 186 yuan.

Counting the 1,000 yuan advance payment I got from Tan Fengzhen, the editor-in-chief of "Qingxu" a few days ago, in total, this month, I have earned more than 2,500 yuan.

2500 pieces.

What is the concept in this era?

With this money, theoretically, Su Hang can already buy a low-grade video recorder and then open a video hall.

Video hall.

In the barbaric era after the reform, many rich people, even who later appeared on various rich lists, made their first pot of gold by opening video halls in their early years.

A few days ago, Zhang Yi also said that he planned to watch the video on the weekend.

It's a pity that it rained.

Plans can't keep up with changes, only next week.

Today is August 13th, and there are only two weeks left until the end of the month on August 28th.

After listening to Grandma Gan's words in the morning, Su Hang already planned to make some adjustments.

In the next two weeks, I will no longer rush to study, try to have a vacation that a teenager should have, sleep in, watch TV, play games, and call my friends to go shopping and fishing, and so on.

After all, the textbooks for the second and third years of high school have basically been passed, and some exercises have been done, which can be regarded as adding a bonus to the effect of memory sharpening after rebirth.

The subsequent reinforcement can be placed in the formal classroom after the start of school.

I can't start school anymore, I can do everything, and I have nothing to do in class every day, which is embarrassing.

Su Hang did not have the idea of skipping a grade or taking the college entrance examination in advance.

Thinking about this, other letters or packages have been opened.

Basically as expected.

In addition to a new manuscript notice, the other two packages are filled with letters from readers.

The accompanying letter was indeed an invitation for the corresponding magazine.

Among them, "Zhengmao" gave 30 thousand words, which was double the previous "Countless Passing Years", which is also sincere. Another magazine gave 25 thousand words, and Su Hang also planned to send another one.

After all, the number of publications is the key.

Regarding the submission, Su Hang also plans to adjust it.

Next, if there is no manuscript, it will no longer be sent randomly, and the extra manuscript will be saved and published directly.

This avoids possible disputes in the future.

Just say that the other has been sent, for the time being, I don't know if the other party adopts it, and then it's a small trouble, and I must first communicate with the relevant newspapers and magazines to avoid publishing books here, and I plan to use them there, resulting in the collection being published earlier than the publication, resulting in oolong.

It's not a big thing, but it's not good-looking.

Anyway, counting the ones that have been published, those that have been used, and a few definite manuscripts, when the follow-up hype, a 16-year-old boy, in just one summer vacation, the number of more than a dozen articles published is enough to attract the attention of too many people.

was combing, noticed the movement on the side, turned his head, only to find that Xie Ling came over at some point, and was looking at the sample issues spread out on the table.

Seeing Su Hang looking at herself, the girl's face turned red again.

Although they were neighbors from childhood to adulthood, Xie Ling didn't have much feelings for this brother next door who was 3 years older than herself.

It's even a bit of a top-down view.

Because in the past, Xie Ling was the one who attracted the most attention in this street and alley, mainly in studying, she could get a certificate of merit every semester, and she was only in junior high school.

Therefore, when she was just in her first year of junior high school last year, Xie Ling was already fantasizing about being admitted to university in the future.

As for the brother next door, with the other party's tepid academic performance, even if she entered Heyuan No. 2 Middle School, which is also a key point, she didn't think that the other party could jump out of this shantytown.

The college entrance examination is difficult.

However, who would have thought that in just a few months, the brother next door who was almost ignored by him was already so dazzling that she didn't dare to look at it directly.

The first is the final grade of the first year of high school with a score of 1022.

is also a student, even if it is still the first year of junior high school, and it will only be the second year of junior high school after the summer vacation, Xie Ling understands better than the adults around her how difficult it is to get such a high score, and privately calculates it with reference to her own results, Xie Ling feels that she is also at the level of 900 points.

However, the staggering test scores are just the beginning.

In just one summer vacation, the brother next door has become a big writer again, and Xie Ling feels that her heart will beat with each of those articles, every one of them, and she reads them repeatedly.

is already the age of a girl's sprout, and it is so dazzling at hand, you can imagine Xie Ling's feelings.

However, Xie Ling didn't dare to show it.

Because of low self-esteem.

Brother Su Hang has two girlfriends, it seems, listening to his aunt, there are girls outside who like him, and it seems that he is still a rich girl who is sent by car. In comparison, she is an ordinary-looking little girl, where does she have any advantages?

Can......

I just can't help but get closer.

I can't help it.

At the desk under the window, seeing Nizi's blushing face, Su Hang could only pretend that he didn't know anything, and smiled and picked up the two sample magazines he had just opened: "Here, take it back and read it." ”

"Well, thank you, Brother Su Hang."

Xie Ling took it, and only then did she notice someone's words just now, which was ...... Do you want to drive yourself home?

Turning her head to look at Hong Aya on the bed, the girl couldn't help but think about it.

I'm definitely an eyesore.

Hiding the loss in her heart, Xie Ling still said obediently: "Brother Su Hang, what ...... I'll go back first. ”

"Hmm."

Su Hang answered, waited for the girl to leave, and found the letter of appointment for "Zhengmao" again.

In addition to the requirements for the manuscript and the conditions of remuneration, the letter also attached a phone number, saying that if Su Hang has any doubts or other needs, he can call and communicate in detail.

The phone was directed to the editor-in-chief of "Zhengmao", whose name was Zhang Liangmeng.

Su Hang has no doubts about "Zhengmao".

However, I want to know more about "Qingxu" and the Boyi Publishing House behind "Qingxu".

It's Sunday, so it's not a good time to hit it.

Tomorrow......

When you arrive in the commercial capital, you can contact in advance and find out.

Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent is more suitable for negotiation.

Then there was no word.

The next day is Monday, August 14th, a new week.

The wall on the side of the fertilizer factory has not been completed, but Su Quanquan did not go over today, early in the morning, before eating, he began to rummage through the wardrobe and pick out a set of decent clothes.

Today, I want to accompany my son to Shangdu.

Before half past seven, the father and son had already gotten on the minibus to Shangdu.

However, although Heyuan is a county-level city under the jurisdiction of Shangdu and is very close, the bad road conditions in the 90s still made the two of them bump all the way until almost nine o'clock to arrive at the city station.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I got off at the bus stop in Heyuan, I saw Fang Wei not far away holding a sign with the name 'Suzhou and Hangzhou' written on it.

During the call on Friday, Tan Fengzhen said that he would send someone to pick him up, but Su Hang didn't appreciate it too much, and he didn't think that the other party would take it to heart.

That's a problem.

Because I also plan to communicate with "Zhengmao" in advance to see if I can get some inside stories about Boyi.

Fang Wei also saw Su Hang's father and son at a glance, ran forward, and greeted him warmly.

After a few words of greeting, the three of them went out of the station together, seeing that Fang Wei was about to call a taxi, Su Hang did not hesitate any longer, and interrupted: "Sister Fang, can you wait a while, I still have a call." ”

No matter how enthusiastic the other party is, he still has to talk about it.

As he spoke, he pointed to a newsstand not far away.

Fang Wei was curious: "What phone?" ”

"It also happens to be about an appointment," Su Hang half-truthed: "It was said that it was called at nine o'clock to communicate." ”

When Fang Wei heard Su Hang say this, she couldn't help but feel a little sense of crisis, and even wondered if the young man was deliberately manipulating, but it was inconvenient to ask more, so she had to nod: "No problem, it's still early anyway." ”

Waiting for Su Hang to walk to the public phone of the newsstand, Fang Wei thought about it and tested Su Quan: "Uncle, Su Hang has recently received another invitation?" ”

Su Quanquan didn't pay much attention to his son's ability to publish a book, whether he had money or something, and he still felt that it was an honor, so he explained to his son on the way, and he should be humble when he met people, and talk about it well, but don't mess up.

Hearing Fang Wei ask, Su Quanquan did not hide it, and said with some pride: "Yes, just yesterday, I sent letters from five families at once, as well as packages from readers, two of which brought an appointment. ”

Fang Wei asked, "Which two?" ”

Su Quanquan shook his head: "I don't know about this." ”

Son's article, Su Quanquan has quietly read it without leaking, and I only think it's very good, and the other ...... Since his son scored 1022 points in the exam, he, as a father, subconsciously no longer makes ideas for his son, whether it is getting a girlfriend, studying, or writing articles.

Because I feel that my son has grown up and has become assertive.

I am falling behind.

Fang Wei didn't ask, so she had to give up and move on to other topics, but she no longer doubted Su Hang's excuse just now.

The other side.

Su Hang quickly contacted Zhang Liangmeng, the editor-in-chief of "Zhengmao", and did not say that he had arrived in Shangdu, but talked a little about the ideas he planned to give the other party's article, and cleverly led the topic to "Qingxu".

"Zhengmao" obviously already knows about the "Lin Qing and Xu Bai" published by Su and Hangzhou in "Qingxu" at the same time.

Zhang Liangmeng also praised a few words.

Then, when Su Hang vaguely revealed that Boyi behind "Qingxu" intended to deepen cooperation with himself, Zhang Liangmeng on the other side didn't know if he understood something, and he didn't hide it, and he briskly revealed some of Boyi's business conditions.

The call lasted less than ten minutes, and when Su Hang put down the microphone, he had already gotten the information he wanted.

Not to mention anything else, it was just a debt of 7 million, and Su Hang felt that the balance had fallen a lot to his side.

The experience of his previous life made Su Hang understand that working with debtors is of course risky. However, at the same time, when you have enough chips, cooperating with the debtor is also the best way to gain the initiative, because you may be the lifeline for the other party to get out of debt.

As for the risks......

Su Hang is playing with the pen, and does not plan to invest funds, the worst result is to be in arrears in the future, however, this cooperation, Su Hang is not interested in the future, but an advance payment.

Similar to a later statement:

You look at other people's interest, and others look at your principal.

This time, as long as Su and Hangzhou can get an 'interest' in advance, the 'principal' doesn't even matter.

Because, for Su and Hangzhou, in advance, you can seize more opportunities. It's not impossible to work properly and earn back the royalties of a few books early.