Chapter 75 It’s time to show your real connections
“Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass stretches to the sky.”
“The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.”
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In the late night alley, dialect singing echoed.
When Yang Xia and Fang Hong heard the noise, they immediately ran out of the yard and saw him swaying and pushing his bicycle drunkenly.
"You kid, why did you drink so much?"
Yang Xia stepped forward to help her, "Where did you go?"
"Yuebin Hotel." Dialect He smiled and said.
“Is it the individual restaurant in Cuihua Hutong?”
Fang Hong saw her younger brother nodding his head, taking the bicycle from his hand, and rolled his eyes: “Encountered What a good thing, drinking like this, did you get another royalties?”
"That's not the case. I'm just raising a glass to relieve my sorrow."
Fang Yan sighed faintly: "My sorrow is even more sorrowful."
"Stop chatting in the alley. Go home quickly.”
Yang Xia scolded angrily: "You drink so much and you dare to ride home alone. You are too brave!"
"Mom, Teacher Li sent me back. He, He..."
Fang Yan looked back, his eyes dim, "The other person is gone."
As soon as the farewell party was over, he stopped pretending. As a quasi-ten thousand-yuan household, he waved his hand and invited the entire editorial staff to eat out.
Tonight’s consumption will be paid by Fang Xiaojiang!
The Yuebin Hotel at this time was not large in scale and could only accommodate 3 small tables. The dishes were not rich and everything that could be ordered was ordered.
Spicy duck, crispy duck, eight-treasure duck, etc...
At this time, you do not need to buy ducks with a ticket.
A dish costs one dollar.
Although it cost a lot of money, the Hero brand pen that everyone gave me was equally expensive, not to mention the friendship contained in it was not only priceless, it was simply priceless.
"At the end of the sky, in the corner of the earth, there are only a few close friends."
Fang Yan leaned on the chair and hummed softly.
"Yanzi, what happened?"
Fang Hong brought a glass of hot water.
Fang Yan subconsciously touched the pen on his chest and talked for a while, half drunk and half awake, from job transfer, to full-time job, to separation.
"Becoming a full-time official so soon? This is a great news!"
Yang Xia was happy at first, but then she was confused: "But why not stay in "Yanjing Literature", Yanzi, Yanzi..."
"Snoring, snoring, snoring."
Fang Yan tilted his head and snored softly.
This was the first time that Fang Hong saw him drunk. She sighed faintly and said: "Yanzi is also nostalgic."
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Two days later, Fang Yan rode a bicycle to Chongwenmen.
The concierge changed from Uncle Qin to Uncle Dong.
I went upstairs and came to the "October" editorial room. It was said to be an editorial room, but there were many offices, one office and one team. Each team had three to five people, or even seven or eight people.
The two groups are almost equivalent to the entire editorial department of "Yanjing Literature". No wonder it is a large literary journal, it is indeed big enough.
When he came to the mid-length novel group, Fang Yan finally understood why he was poached the moment he saw Zhang Zhonge.
When the co-author was at the training center, he was thinking about me!
I saw that he was wearing glasses, and his face looked like he was kind to others and aloof from the world, as if he was gentle and not angry with anyone.
“This is He Xin.”
“This is Tian Zengxiang.”
Under Zhang Zhonge’s introduction, Fang Yan and the two colleagues greeted each other. He Xin was a teacher in the Chinese Department of the National People's Congress. He is in his early thirties, wearing a Chinese tunic suit and has a straight figure.
When I laugh, I like to widen my eyes.
Tian Zengxiang was different. He narrowed his eyes and smiled. He was originally the editor of Yanjing Publishing House. He was transferred from other journals to support "October", so he could be regarded as a "local snake".
“Nice to meet you, nice to meet you.”
The dialect allows them to call themselves by their nicknames.
“I heard that you are coming, and I have been looking forward to it for a long time.”
He Xin was filled with enthusiasm, “You’s "Dark War" is really well written, and the recent I didn’t miss one episode of the radio drama.”
After chatting with him about "Dark War" for a while, Fang Yan noticed through the corner of his eye that Tian Zengxiang was playing with the jade quietly and not joining in the fun. "This jade is not bad."
"Why, you also know about jade?"
"A little bit about it."
Fang Yan's eyes lit up. , staring at his Hetian jade seed material.
"Then I'll give you Pinpin. What's so good about this jade?"
Tian Zengxiang handed over the jade.
“The skin is very beautiful and has few flaws.”
Fang Yan was also a jade player in his previous life. He touched it and said, “The shape is good and the quality of the jade is also good.”
"Isn't that right? I think so too. Let Teacher Tian not waste such good materials in vain and find a good master to carve them."
He Xin shook his head and laughed.
“Teacher Tian is treating this jade as a toy.”
Fang Yan returned the jade.
There is a saying that goes, "Toy materials cannot be carved, but good materials cannot be carved."
Original stone has strong plasticity. As long as it is not carved, it has infinite possibilities. Once it is carved, its value is limited.
"You know your stuff!"
As soon as Tian Zengxian heard "toys", he became close to him and opened the drawer. There were various jade stones of different sizes inside.
“Oh haha.”
Fang Yan was very interested and asked about the origin of the jade.
These days, Hotan and other jade are not allowed to be bought and sold privately by individuals. They can only be collected by jade purchasing stations. The current market guide price is first-grade Hotan white jade seed material, which is 100 yuan per kilogram.
Equivalent to 1 hair per gram.
In twenty or thirty years, the price per gram may exceed 10,000 yuan, or even 100,000 yuan. This yield is visibly high to the naked eye!
Through the time spent talking about Yu, the two gradually became familiar with each other.
From jade to literature, as Tian Zengxiang got acquainted with people, he began to talk about anything, with a literary spirit and burning passion.
“I’ll take you to have a look tomorrow.”
Tian Zengxiang took the initiative to extend the invitation.
Fang Yan responded, and just as he was about to open his mouth, He Xin cleared his throat and secretly reminded him that it was time to work.
“I’ll leave these submissions to you.”
“Yes!”
Fang Yan agreed neatly and looked at the mountain of letters in front of him without any rush. Read each letter one by one.
According to the experience taught by Zhou Yanru, these are classified first.
Usually, there are three categories, one is self-submission, that is, the author submits the manuscript himself, and the other is recommended manuscript, which is the manuscript recommended by other institutions and groups, such as the local Federation of Literary and Art Circles, or with "October" 》Journal editors and veteran writers with whom I have good connections.
The last category is manuscripts that editors make appointments with writers.
Often just by looking at the third category, you can see the current manuscript quality and manuscript organization level of the journal, and the result is a big surprise.
Although there are many manuscripts, the level is uneven. The novella by young writers can only barely become the card of "October", and the number of famous writers is too small to make up the space for two issues. .
This is true for a novella, but even worse for a long novel.
I searched over and over again, but only found 2 articles.
"Hey!"
Fang Yan then understood why Su Yu and Zhang Zhong'e wanted to recruit him into the novel group, and he couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.
Shame, this is too shabby...
But when you think about the fact that "October" has just been officially launched, and its reputation has not yet fully spread across the country, it is understandable.
Take out the Hero pen from your chest and slowly remove the cap.
The more this time is, the more time it is for him to attack!
It’s time to show off your network!
The pen tip is pressed against the paper, and the first line reads:
"Comrade Lu Yao, my brother..."
After writing one letter, there is the next one:
"My friend Zilong..."
"Old Mo... ..."
A cloud-piercing arrow, thousands of troops come to meet you!
Thanks to Maxim Xiaomianqiu for the 200 starting coins.
(End of this chapter)