After Song Wen got the manuscript, he found Ba Lao in Yanjing, and after explaining the situation, Ba Lao also attached great importance to it.

After spending three days reading the manuscript, I chatted with Song Wen about the issue of remuneration, and finally, at Song Wen's strong suggestion, the remuneration for printing was increased to 5 percent.

After determining the remuneration, Song Wen contacted Jiang Yulou again.

"Mr. Jiang, after my repeated insistence, Ba Lao agreed to increase the proportion of the remuneration of the number of copies to 5 percent."

"Five percent of the print run?"

"Yes, are you happy with the number?"

"Very satisfied, happy to work with."

As long as the contract is signed, there is basically no problem, and then the release time is determined, and Jiang Yulou has not been short of manuscript fees recently, and there are no special requirements.

It's August 3rd.

On weekend mornings, the rooster announces the dawn, the sky is shining, and the sleeping city gradually becomes noisy.

One by one, business vans run along the wide avenues and arrive at the international airport. As soon as the car door opened, Feng Xianzhi, who was wearing a Mao suit, came down first, this old gentleman was the vice chairman of the Writers' Association and the leader of the trip to Xiangjiang.

The old gentleman smiled, and was in a pretty good mood, obviously going to Xiangjiang was a beautiful thing, and there were many people who wanted to be the team leader, but I didn't expect the Writers' Association to finally choose him.

Think about it, there are twelve vice-chairmen, and the people in them are either old or high-status. That is, he is only sixty-one years old now, and he does not hold an important position, so it is suitable to be a team leader.

Besides, although Feng Lao's temples are gray, he also followed Liu Deng's army back then, his physical fitness is very good, and his temperament is even more outstanding.

Just four words: heroic and extraordinary!

Then a writer came down and said with a smile: "Old Feng, you didn't bring your family this time?" ”

"Children have jobs, and the construction of the motherland cannot be done without them."

"Look, it's worthy of being an old and sad artist, Gao Feng Liangjie!" Jiang Yu said.

"Haha, Xiangjiang will return in the future, everyone can go at any time."

Feng Xianzhi smiled a little embarrassedly.

Wang Meng glanced at it and said, "You are all good, but the leather shoes are too old." If you don't dislike that I have a new pair in my suitcase, why don't you try it? ”

Feng Xianzhi looked down at his eyelid shoes, he had been with him for five or six years, no matter how well he maintained them, they were no longer as smooth as they once were, "Isn't this okay?" ”

"It's okay, I can't get a few dollars, I heard that Xiangjiang is all imported shoes, and they are cheap, and I want to change to a pair of imported leather shoes to wear." Wang Meng didn't wait for Feng Xianzhi to refuse again, and hurriedly took out the leather shoes from the suitcase.

Feng Xianzhi smiled and pointed at him, "You." ”

He no longer insisted, but after putting it on, he was really much more comfortable, and the whole person felt more energetic.

Jiang Yulou saw everything in his eyes, and said that Lao Wang was still powerful, or he would be able to become a big official in the future.

None of the people in the Writers' Association have ever been on a plane on the surface, they are all old hats. There are not many people at the airport, and they are all reserved, and they feel that it is a great honor to take a plane.

However, Jiang Yulou heard Wang Shuo say one thing, in order to write the work of flight attendant, he really went on a field trip, and he didn't know how to get acquainted with the people at the airport, and he took a few free planes as a military writer.

Although it was only a short trip, it was already too proud of him.

When they were about to board the plane, they went up to Feng Xianzhi and down to Tang Yuewen, and they were all very excited.

Jiang Yulou is the most calm one among them, he took a lot of planes in his previous life, and he didn't feel anything. That is, there are some concerns about air safety in this era.

At this time, he was looking at the itinerary of this Xiangjiang literary exchange. In a week, the itinerary was full:

On the first day, we arrived in Xiangjiang, and after arriving, we had a day off.

The next morning, a press conference was held, and in the afternoon, a tea party was held by Heung Kong Publishers.

The third day is a tea party in the cultural and art circles, and the fourth day is a symposium for teachers and students of Chinese University.

Looking at it this way, time is quite tight.

Wang Meng saw that he looked like a wandering object, and couldn't help asking, "What is Yulou thinking?" ”

"I'm wondering how the British government of Hong Kong would have thought of inviting us to come over for exchanges, Brother Wang, do you know the inside story?"

"Hehe, young people still have to pay more attention to current affairs."

"How?"

"At the beginning of the year, the big leader proposed three things that our country would do in the 80s, you know?"

"You know, first, in international affairs, oppose hegemonism and maintain world peace; second, to realize the reunification of the motherland; Third, we should step up economic construction. Jiang Yulou's eyes were solemn, "Brother Wang, it's not long since 97 years, do you think there's a temptation?" ”

"No, 97 is the trend of the times, and it is not something that a Hong Kong British government can control." Wang Meng said calmly: "However, this Hong Kong Governor MacLehose has been in office for nine years, and in the past nine years, the economic development of Xiangjiang has been getting better and better. ”

"That's right." Jiang Yulou nodded thoughtfully.

"This exchange is the head of the Xiangjiang literary and artistic circles, and when we get to Xiangjiang, we won't have a problem if we don't say superfluous words."

"Thank you, Brother Wang."

Wang Meng smiled: "Haha, thank you, I'm just a few years older than you, and I have eaten a few more bowls of rice." ”

Is it just a few years older?

For the sake of what Wang Meng said a lot just now, he won't refute it.

After chatting a few words, Wang Meng moved to the other side, not knowing what to say.

Just when Jiang Yulou was smiling, his sleeve was pulled, and he turned his head to see that it was Tang Yuewen.

I saw that her face was as pale as snow, her palms were sweaty, and her fingers were tightly entangled, as if she was silently telling her nervousness.

"Yuewen, what's the matter, nervous?"

"Well, the closer you get to the plane, the more nervous you get."

"It's just a plane, and it's not much different from the train process."

"It's not that I'm afraid of flying, it's just that I'm ...... I have never been to Xiangjiang, and I am afraid of making a fool of myself over there. ”

"Well, I'll tell you about ......."

The voices of the two were not small, and the big brothers and sisters next door stopped talking and pricked up their ears to listen to the movement here.

Jiang Yulou didn't care, and said seriously: "Xiangjiang is the same as our Guangzhou, and the main language is Cantonese. However, they also speak English, after all, Hong Kong is still part of the Hong Kong-British lease.

They are not called comrades, they are called Mr. and Miss, and they are not called spouses, they are called lovers, they are called Mrs. For example, Mr. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang, like this......

In addition to the salutation, there are also customs, such as ......"

Jiang Yulou rambled a lot, and some people listened carefully at first, but after hearing it, they ......

What's that?

Are you sure you're talking about Hong Kong?