Chapter 51 Playing Football with Shi Tiesheng
Seven days have passed since the release of "Harvest".
From south to north, after these days of fermentation and publicity, the fresh "spy war" theme of "Dark War" stands out.
"Dark War" shines because of the platform of "Harvest".
"Harvest" is also due to the popularity of "Dark War", the sales volume of this issue has increased visibly, complementing each other and achieving mutual success.
Moreover, this popularity is still growing day by day.
Because it is a rare novel with an underground worker as the protagonist, it immediately received numerous reports and recommendations from mainstream newspapers in the literary and art circles such as "Literary News" and "Wenhui Daily".
For example, "Dark War: A Landscape Before Dawn".
Because of the unique beginning of "Dark War" and the innovative concept of "spy war", it was reviewed by "Literary Research" and "Southern Literary Circle" from the perspective of "spy war" and other literary and artistic theories.
For example, "Talk about the concept of "Dark War" and spy war themes".
"Writing in dialects is undoubtedly unique, groundbreaking and experimental for the contemporary Chinese literary world..."
"The novel theme of "Dark War" breaks through the shackles of 'anti-special' and is innovative Spy Heroes A strange stylistic narrative, the new beginning of "Dark War" breaks the conventional time and space narrative..."
"The following paragraph is better written!"
Mo Shen wrote "Literature and Art" Newspaper spread out in front of Fang Yan.
“Let me see, let me see.”
Gu Hua, Wang Anyi, Tie Ning and others came over.
Fang Yan put down the "On Creation" in his hand, feeling happy and helpless at the same time. The helpless thing is that the royalties are one-time. No matter how popular it is and how high the sales are, it has nothing to do with him. But he is happy that at least the TV series , the film copyright is still in his own hands.
Moreover, if you publish a single book in the future, you can make a lot of money.
The manuscript fee alone, including "Listening to the Wind" and "Wrangler", is almost more than 2,000 yuan.
One in five households worth 10,000 yuan!
The key is, I will publish a novel soon.
While he was planning the use of the money, Jiang Zilong's voice came from outside the house, "Yanzi, someone is looking for you outside!"
"Who is it?"
"That's the friend you met at the Temple of Earth."
"Oh! Tiesheng!"
Fang Yan carefully put the book into his satchel and walked out.
I saw Shi Lan pushing Shi Tiesheng in the corridor.
"Teacher Xiaofang, this is my sister."
"Didn't I tell you before? This is not a workplace, just call me 'Yanzi'." Fang Yan smiled and said to Shi Lan Say hello, "As for Comrade Xiaolan, I ask you to call me 'sister', is that okay?"
"No, no."
Shi Lan waved his hands slightly nervously.
After greeting each other for a few words, Fang Yan invited them to the small bungalow where they usually write. They walked and chatted along the way.
"I'm here to deliver a manuscript today."
Shi Tiesheng patted the canvas bag placed on his lap, "I also wanted to see what the literature training center looks like on the way."< br>
“How do you feel?”
Fang Yan took the wheelchair from Shi Lan and pushed him away.
“The conditions are a bit more difficult than I imagined.”
Shi Tiesheng looked at the overgrown campus.
“School has just resumed operations, but don’t look at the difficulties. This is a humble house, but I am virtuous. I talk about literature and creation with teachers and classmates every day, and gradually I don’t care whether it is difficult or not.”
Fang Yan said: "Let's go, I will take you to meet my friends."
"Okay!"
Shi Tiesheng was excited and looking forward to it.
“This is Shi Tiesheng.”
Dialect introduced Shi Tiesheng, Mo Shen, Jiang Zilong and others to each other to avoid the embarrassment. He deliberately looked for literary topics and came to make friends with literature. Slowly, everyone eliminated the sense of isolation.
Shi Tiesheng also began to integrate into the circle.
In particular, his own "Corner Without Sun" was circulated among Fang Yan, Tie Ning, Wang Anyi and others, and was amazed.
Speaking of advantages, I feel happy when I hear praise.
Speaking of shortcomings, I am not annoyed at all when I hear mistakes.
Shi Tiesheng is like a sunflower that stays in a corner where there is no sun all year round. With a little sunshine, his whole person will shine.
Feeling unprecedented happiness, with smiles all over my face.
In particular, although his novel had flaws, it was unanimously recognized by everyone present and made him blush with excitement.
“Let me correct these wrong sentences and typos for you.”
Fang Yan said with a smile: “I have passed the preliminary review, and the next step is the review by the novel team and the final review by the editorial department. , As long as you can pass the review, there should be no problem in the final review."
"Thank you, little..."
Shi Tiesheng immediately changed his mind and called "Yanzi".
"Just in time, in a few days, the novel team of "Yanjing Literature and Art" will be at the workshop. I will show the manuscript to them then."
Fang Yan organized the manuscript and clamped it with an iron clip.
"Yanzi, what are the people from your editorial department doing here?"
Mo Shen and others all had similar doubts. “Of course I’m here to request a manuscript!”
Fang Yan said: "With so many good writers, there must be many good works like "The Corner Without Sun". If we don't grab it now, let's wait until later. We at "Yanjing Literature and Art" want to grab it before other publishing houses. Before, this was called attacking first.”
“Hahaha!”
Everyone laughed when they heard his praise.
Shi Tiesheng was hesitant to speak, as if he had something to say but couldn't open his mouth. Fortunately, Shi Lan had a clear understanding and asked proactively:
"Brother Yan, what can my brother's manuscript fee do?" How many?”
"Our standard for Yanjing literature and art is that the maximum manuscript fee for a new writer is 4 yuan per 1,000 words. The number of words in your brother's novel is probably more than 5,000 words." Fang Yan clicked on the page number on the grid paper below and made a simple estimate. , "I guess there will be more than 20 yuan."
"20 yuan!?"
Shi Tiesheng and Shi Lan were pleasantly surprised.
"But I can't decide whether I can give you this standard. It depends on teacher Zhou Yanru's wishes." Fang Yan said in a kind tone, "But don't worry, I will try my best to fight for you."
“Thank you, Teacher Xiaofang!”
Shi Tiesheng couldn't help but shout out.
Although more than 20 yuan is small, it is more than my monthly salary. More importantly, the novel was published in "Yanjing Literature and Art". All this is thanks to Teacher Xiao Fang!
“Look, how many times have I told you, this is not a workplace, just call me ‘Yanzi’!” Fang Yan patted him on the shoulder.
“Yanzi.”
Shi Tiesheng choked up.
Seeing that something was wrong in the atmosphere, Fang Yan changed the topic to lunch, "It's getting late, you might as well stay and have a taste of the food in the training center, it's quite good."
"No, no, we Go back and eat.”
Shi Tiesheng shook his head.
"It's okay, you don't have to worry about money and tickets, I'll take care of it!"
"How can this work!"
"This is the rule of our "Yanjing Literature and Art". If you want to go to the editorial department to revise your manuscript in the future, we will provide you with a lunch meal." Next, he took them to the canteen and was generous.
I am still receiving the meal supplement from "Yanjing Literature and Art"!
During the meal, Shi Tiesheng became more and more relaxed and talked more and more. He was already talkative, but now he became even more talkative.
"It's a pity that today is Sunday and there are no classes. Otherwise, you can listen to the lecture with us." Tiening shook his head.
"It's not a pity that we can't go to class, so we'll just play ball."
Fang Yan slapped his thigh.
Behind the dormitory is a playground with a table tennis table and a basketball stand. Jiang Zilong came back from the equipment room with a football in his arms.
“When the basketball is out of air, all that’s left is a football.”
“Football? But there is no goal!”
Mo Shen, Jia Dashan and others looked at each other.
"This is not easy, just use the basketball stand as the goal."
Fang Yan pointed to both sides, and after dividing into groups, he turned to look at Shi Tiesheng, "As for Tiesheng, You are very capable, so be a backup until we can't defeat you."
Shi Tiesheng laughed after hearing this.
When it comes to dialect skills, they are inversely proportional to literature and are worse than the future national football team, but the current national football team is not bad at all.
A serious Asian hegemon!
After playing for a while, the situation was really one-sided.
Fang Yan immediately pushed Shi Tiesheng to the bottom of the basketball stand and said to Gu Hua and others: "You guys will kick him here later. If you kick him too hard, he will be kicked to death. Let's see if you still dare." Goal!"
After that, he reached out and gave Shi Tiesheng a high-five: "Tiesheng, you must complete the task!"
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it!"
Shi Tiesheng waved his hands excitedly.
"Brother, push slower! Slower!"
Shi Lan looked nervously and shouted loudly.
Unexpectedly, she was shouting slow down, and the cheerleaders Wang Anyi, Tie Ning, Wang Shimei and others kept shouting cheers.
“Wow, Yanzi, your feet stink worse than my unwashed socks yesterday! It smells so bad!”
"Zilong, elder brother, please stop talking about second brother. Your last kick is even more stinky. No, you have to wash your feet at night!" , I'll play with you two The first team, my feet are really smelly."
"..."
Seeing that his team almost ended in a disastrous defeat, Shi Tiesheng was not at all depressed, but his face was red with a smile. Coughing continuously.
“Tiesheng, your football skills are not good!”
Fang Yan shook his head at Shi Tiesheng and sighed.
Shi Tiesheng joked: "You play badly, and you blame me for not being able to keep the ball! Next time I don't come, you won't have a goalkeeper!"
"That won't work, this goal has to be You come to guard! Reliable!"
Fang Yan gave a thumbs up.
Shi Tiesheng grinned. He had been pushing the wheelchair hard just now, and drops of sweat appeared on his forehead and flowed down his cheeks.
The wind blew gently, it was cold, but my heart felt warm.
The whole person's blood is boiling and burning.
(End of this chapter)