Yuan edited: "I'm about to report back to you!"

"Hurry up!"

"Huang Daozhou, the author of the pen name Lun Feng Hui Pen, he asked us to promise 40 yuan and 1,000 words to settle the manuscript fee before we were willing to send the manuscript?"

"Forty hiss......" the editor-in-chief gasped.

"Uh-huh!"

The editor-in-chief stood up and said, "How dare he speak!"

"It seems that other units have gone to him and offered a high price!"

The editor-in-chief became irritable and even hotter, and he unbuttoned his shirt and walked back and forth in the office for three minutes.

Then he burst out of his teeth: "Promise him, and make a promise to send him money as soon as we decide to publish it!"

"This ...... After all, the reincarnation of the pen is not well-known at home. ”

"He may not have been well-known at home half a month ago, but now he is, worth the price!"

"I'll do it immediately! and ask him to send an urgent mail, and we will reimburse the postage!"

Our common goal is to make the Ancient Legend an excellent journal that is well-known throughout the country. ”

An hour later, Huang Daozhou, who was sweating hot and communicating with several masters in the sand turning workshop, heard Zhou Xiaoyan shouting at the door:

Director Huang hurriedly answered the phone, and it was the editorial department of "Ancient Legends" calling. ”

Originally, Huang Daozhou was about to go back to the office to answer the phone, but he heard clearly that it was the phone number of the editorial department of "Ancient Legends", and said unhurriedly: "You tell him to wait, I am sweaty and uncomfortable, I will go wash first." ”

In these years, long-distance calls are expensive and difficult to call, Zhou Xiaoyan hurriedly ran back to the factory director's office, picked up the phone, and said: "Hello, I have already informed Director Huang, he is sweating in the sand turning workshop, he washes and changes clothes, and he will be there in a while!"

"What is Comrade Huang Daozhou in charge of? Why is he in the workshop?"

"Director Huang is the leader of our factory, he is in charge of everything, he often goes down to the workshop to share weal and woe with the workers!"

"How many people are there in your factory?"

"Nearly two hundred!"

"Then your factory is not too small! Do you want the factory director to go to the front line in person?"

"This is the advanced nature of our factory, so the cadres and workers of our factory are highly motivated, have good efficiency and high wages!"

Others also had to pay long-distance fees, and Editor Yuan simply chatted with Zhou Xiaoyan, who actually had a purpose and was ready to learn more about the writer "Reincarnation Huipen".

After talking, Editor Yuan knew the basic situation of Huang Daozhou, and also knew that this master was actually a master who was not short of money, and his momentum suddenly weakened by three points.

The next bargaining was nothing, Huang Daozhou bit forty yuan and a thousand words and did not let go, and Editor Yuan, who had asked the editor-in-chief, could only agree.

Zhou Xiaoyan had been listening to Huang Daozhou bargaining with the other party, and when she heard clearly that the price of the manuscript fee had risen to forty yuan and one thousand words, she was petrified on the spot.

More than 1,300 is already three times the average annual wage in Sanshui County, and if you multiply it by more than three times, isn't it the ten-year net income of ordinary workers?

Is it so profitable to write a book?

Huang Daozhou, who put down the phone, saw Zhou Xiaoyan, who was still standing next to him, with a strange expression, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"Director Huang, you are so good, I admire you so much!"

Huang Daozhou was a little embarrassed and explained: "This has nothing to do with me, I will tell you the truth in a few months." ”

Huang Han said that if you publish about 500,000 words, you don't need the name Huang Daozhou, so Huang Daozhou only told Director Qin the truth, and never talked about writing and publishing books in front of others.

Of course, Zhou Xiaoyan didn't know that "The Rise of a Great Power at the End of the Ming Dynasty" was actually Huang Han's work, and she would be shocked when she knew the same, and it didn't matter if the considerable manuscript fee belonged to her son or Lao Tzu.

In the afternoon, the complacent Huang Daozhou pushed all the entertainment to leave work on time.

He deliberately went to the "Things to Be Done Restaurant" to call Zhang Fangfen home, and told Xiu'er to prepare a few more dishes to send home, and he was going to open a bottle of Moutai wine today to drink a good time.

Zhang Fangfen saw the joyful Huang Daozhou and asked with a smile: "What happy thing did you encounter today, as for Le Cheng, is it like this?"

"I personally went to the post office today to send Huang Han's manuscript away, and I also sent it urgently. ”

"What's there to be happy about?"

"Do you know how much Huang Han's manuscripts are worth?"

"Of course I know, haven't I already taken the manuscript fee once, more than 1,300 yuan. ”

"Haha...... , that was the price of the last time, this time the number of words is 15,000 more, the price has more than tripled, it should be more than 5,000 yuan!"

"What? That stack of paper is worth more than 5,000?"

"Yes, I'll calculate, a graph paper is 300 words, 40 yuan and 1,000 words, well! Huang Han's manuscript paper is more than ten yuan, that is, how many sheets of paper Huang Han's manuscript writes, these papers are about equal to a great unity. ”

When Huang Daozhou said this, the picture was full of sense, and Zhang Fangfen's mind immediately appeared that the thick stack of manuscripts had turned into a thick pile of ten yuan yuan.

"Obediently, cultural people are so valuable?"

"So everything is inferior, only reading is high!"

"I also want to study hard, when I was a child, my father was partial, let my brother and Huifen go to school, in fact, I am the most talented in reading, if I go to school, maybe I can also be admitted to university. ”

Zhang Fangfen said this for a reason, her family is also a scholar, and there are two college students in the same generation, one is a cousin who is one year older than her and now works at a water research institute in Guangzhou, and the other is a cousin who is two years younger than her and now works in the capital office.

Zhang Fangfen has a good relationship with her cousin Zhang Shufen and has always had contacts.

Originally, when Huang Xin was admitted to university, her family was so poor that she had nothing to do.

It was Zhang Fangfen's cousin and Huang Han's aunt Zhang Shufen who sent Huang Xin ten yuan every three or five times, which solved the urgent need, and the nine yuan financial subsidy given by the school when Huang Xin went to college could eat for a month.

Huang Han's aunt Zhang Shufen in Guangzhou is a veteran college student, and she doesn't save emergencies or the poor, also because there are too many poor relatives in Sanshui County, all of them are in urgent matters and are all poor, where can she be saved if she is just a salaryman?

But as long as she knows that any of the younger generations will be admitted to university or technical secondary school, she will write to her relatives to tell her relatives that she must let her children study, and she will help.

She is such a respectable person, who firmly believes that reading can change her fate!

Huang Daozhou said: "Fangfen, it's not too late to study, you can study night school with peace of mind, and strive to get a junior high school diploma first, and then study the secondary school class of the party school, and also get a diploma!"

That's what Huang Han said, every time he gave me a lesson, he praised me for being smart!"

"He's picking good words, and he can't believe them all!"

"You're far worse than your son!"

"What does that mean?"

"Can't you say something nice, too? I'm an idiot in your eyes?"

"I didn't mean that, you are the smartest person I have ever seen, smarter than Huang Handu!"

"Go, go, it's too late, I'm not happy. "I want to talk about "1981" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~