Chapter 84 Yanhe Literature? Why is it in her hands? (Requesting monthly votes)
Cheng Xuemin simply stopped struggling and pretended to continue writing his script.
But a timed thunderbolt was about to explode next to him, so he could not calm down. His mind was racing, thinking about how to make excuses later.
"Xuemin, you look so nervous? What is hidden in this schoolbag?"
Feng Jiayou looked through it roughly and found nothing special. They were all review materials from the attached middle school.
"Isn't there a love letter from a female classmate hidden in these review materials?"
Feng Jiayou continued to ask jokingly.
"Uh..." Cheng Xuemin glanced at the schoolbag that Feng's young boy dug out. He was a little surprised and quickly said, "What kind of love letter!? There is no secret hidden in this schoolbag!"
"Then why were you so nervous just now!?" Feng Jiayou mumbled and asked non-stop.
"Did I!?"
"Maybe I was scared by that Teacher Chen just now!"
Cheng Xuemin quickly passed the blame to Chen Shumin. If he didn't pull him out to take the blame now, how long would it take?
I was also wondering, where did his sample issue of "Yanhe Literature" magazine go? !
It seemed like he had received it in his schoolbag just now, right?
"That Teacher Chen is looking for trouble again? Want your novella?"
As expected, Feng Jiayou was successfully changed the subject. He secretly glanced at the library workstation and asked in a low voice.
"I asked! But I told him that I handed it in to Yanjing Literature today, and he said it was too late!"
Cheng Xuemin nodded and started to clear away the materials on the table. He really didn't see the sample issue of "Yanhe Literature". Where was it?
Could it be that Chen Shumin took it to see just now?
Fortunately, Cheng Xuemin had already put the reply letter and manuscript fee slip in his pocket, not in the sample issue.
"Why did that scare you?"
Feng Jiayou was not that easy to fool, so he helped Cheng Xuemin clear the table and asked.
"Actually, it's nothing! It's just our business. Teacher Chen has guessed everything!"
"Didn't Dening come to the library to look for me several times before!?"
"In addition, rumors about Wrangler author Lao Xu here at Yanda have spread, so Teacher Chen has targeted me as the target of suspicion!"
"Today's novella made him reveal his identity as the author of Wrangler, Lao Xu!"
Cheng Xuemin was really surprised when he saw Feng Jiayou's expression, so he explained in one breath.
"Ah?! Teacher Chen has already guessed it!? Doesn't that mean that all the students of Yan University will know about it soon?!"
"Will Beika Kenying and the others know about it soon?"
Feng Jiayou was also frightened. How could Chen Shumin see through it?
"No, no! Teacher Chen is quite tight-lipped. He promised not to spread the word to others!"
Cheng Xuemin shook his head, packed his schoolbag, and found that the Yanhe Literature was indeed missing and could not be found!
I also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was gone. Otherwise, the private money in the small treasury had not been saved very much, and the Feng family discovered that Tun Mo had turned it over.
A meal of kneeling on the washboard is indispensable.
"As long as you don't spread it randomly! But actually, it doesn't matter. After watching the movie tonight, I won't be able to hide it anymore!"
Thinking of tonight's movie, the Feng family has been looking forward to it for a long time, waiting for it!
"Why hasn't Dening and Bai Ling arrived yet? Didn't we agree to meet at the library at half past five?"
Feng Jiayou had a watch and looked at the time. It was almost half past five!
"They won't go to the dormitory first, right?"
Cheng Xuemin reminded Feng Jiayou.
"It shouldn't be... coming!"
Feng Jiayou kept looking at the door of the library. When he saw Zhang Dening and Bai Ling coming in, he looked in this direction and quickly raised his hand to signal.
"Let's go, let's go to the cafeteria to eat first!"
Before Zhang Dening and the two came over, Feng Jiayou stepped forward to greet them.
"Classmate, your magazine!"
Just when Cheng Xuemin was about to follow, a female classmate sitting in the row behind them stood up and saw that Cheng Xuemin was about to leave, so she quickly handed it over.
"Yanhe Literature? Why is it in her hands?"
Cheng Xuemin was stunned. He didn't expect that the sample magazine Feng Jiayou had been looking for for a long time would be in the hands of another female classmate.
"I, I, I... I just saw you obsessed with writing. I didn't dare to disturb you, so I took the magazine on your table and read it without permission. I'm sorry!"
"It's okay, it's okay. I'll give you the magazine first. Let's talk about it later!"
It turns out that this is the case, and it is actually very common in libraries, but now Cheng Xuemin does not dare to get this sample magazine again.
After saying something to this female classmate, she quickly chased Feng Jiayou. She couldn't let the woman look back and see that he was sneaking up on another female classmate, otherwise it would be really hard to tell!
“Huh?”
The female classmate watched Cheng Xuemin leave, very confused, because the book "Yanhe Literature" in her hand did not have the call number of the Yanda Library, so it was not a book in the library, but should be the classmate's own. of!
In addition, this seemed to be the latest issue of "Yanhe Literature" that had just been published, so she guessed that this might be a sample issue that Yanhe Literature mailed to the submitting authors.
In other words, there must be an article in this "Yanhe Literature" magazine written by the classmate just now!
Is he another hidden Wrangler Mr. Xu?
The female classmate’s eyes were filled with confusion. She seemed to have guessed something and became more and more curious.
OK!
It’s okay to leave it here for now, and then come back tomorrow to check on this slightly panicked classmate.
"Sister Dening and Bai Ling, you are here!"
Feng Jiayou happened to come up to him, said hello and asked: "You haven't eaten yet?! We just go to the cafeteria to eat first, the movie doesn't start until seven o'clock in the evening!"
"Jiayouxuemin!" Zhang Dening and Bai Ling also nodded and said hello to them, then looked at them and asked, "Where are Huang Beijia, Cha Jianying and the others? Aren't you all together?"
"The two of them had something to do and said they wouldn't watch it today and would watch it tomorrow!"
The young Feng family pursed their lips. Huang Beijia and Jianying had gone their separate ways after class just now, as if they were afraid that someone would come up to them and ask them out.
And it's not just the two of them. Anyway, after there is no class in the afternoon, they all have their own agenda!
"Ah!? How about... let's watch it together tomorrow?!"
After Bai Ling heard this, she couldn't help but said embarrassedly.
"It's okay, it's okay, you're here already, why do you have to wait until tomorrow to see it?!"
The Feng family waved their hands repeatedly and said, "Besides, I have already bought the movie tickets. Will it be wasted if I don't watch it?"
I definitely didn’t buy the movie tickets, but as she said, I will definitely waste a lot of movie tickets tonight!
No way, I have more than 30 movie tickets in hand. It’s not good to call more than 30 relatives and friends to watch it in order not to waste the movie tickets, right?
That won’t work either! One or two is okay, but if I use all the more than thirty movie tickets directly, then I will be self-inflicted without three hundred taels of silver!
"Then let's watch it tonight! It will save us a trip tomorrow!" Zhang Dening nodded after hearing this. The movie tickets have been bought, what else can he say!
"Okay, let's go to the cafeteria to eat first!"
They had already invited a big meal out for lunch, and had a simple meal in the evening. The Feng family was reluctant to invite them to the Changzheng Restaurant again.
"Okay, okay! Now that you have bought the movie tickets, Bai Ling and I will treat you two to dinner tonight!"
Because Zhang Dening had Cheng Xuemin, the author of The Wrangler, Lao Xu, in his hands, he could use the funds for the contract activities when he went out to watch movies, and he could ask Lao Zhou and Lao Li for reimbursement later.
It had been like this before. In order to get the novella from Cheng Xuemin's hand, she ran to Yan University frequently.
Every time I come here, Lao Li will specially approve funds for the activities, ranging from two yuan to five yuan.
The same thing happened today, knowing that Cheng Xuemin, the Feng family's youngest son, had invited them to watch a movie, he approved three yuan of funding.
"How can you be so embarrassed! Originally, I invited you two to watch a movie, so how could I let you spend money!?"
"Besides, in our Yanda cafeteria, students have meal tickets and meal subsidies, which is very affordable and doesn't cost a lot of money!"
After a final round of politeness, Zhang Dening and Bai Ling finally asked the Feng family to treat them to a meal.
"Xuemin, do you have any new inspiration next!?"
At the dinner table, Zhang Dening, as the editor-in-chief, still asked Cheng Xuemin about his next move as usual and kept an eye on his next move.
"De Ning doesn't want you to be like this? I just handed in this novella in the morning, and I started pushing for it again in the evening!?"
"No one in my family can handle animals like you!"
Indeed!
His wife and lover still feel sorry for him, so he should stop working so hard a year ago and just write the script of "Wrangler" with peace of mind.
But they, Yanjing Literature, are good at it. They hand in the manuscript in the morning and start rushing for the next article in the evening. No matter how awesome they are, they can't push it so hard!
"Hehe, no, no, I'm just asking casually. I really don't mean to rush you to write the manuscript!"
Zhang Dening also felt that he was pushing too hard and waved the chopsticks in his hand repeatedly, denying that he did not mean to urge the manuscript.
"Sister Dening, Xuemin may be focusing on scripts recently and won't be able to write manuscripts!"
The Feng family on the side helped Cheng Xuemin to excuse himself, and at the same time felt a little proud.
"Concentrate on writing scripts? Stop writing manuscripts?! Why?!"
When they heard that Cheng Xuemin stopped writing the manuscript, Zhang Dening and Bai Ling were as shocked as a bolt from the blue.
How can they, the leading figures in Yanjing literature, not write manuscripts? What kind of script are you working on? Isn’t that not doing your job properly?
"Isn't our "Wrangler" going to be adapted into a movie? Xuemin wants to take it upon himself to write the script!"
Feng Jiayou continued.
"I heard from Lao Zhou and the others that "Wrangler" is indeed in the process of being made into a movie, but isn't that a matter of Beijing Film Studio? Don't they have professional screenwriters?"
Zhang Dening knows a little more than Bai Ling. He knows that the film production of "Wrangler" is already under preparation at Beijing Film Studio!
There are professional screenwriters to write this script, so why let Cheng Xuemin, the original author, write it himself? !
Besides, Cheng Xuemin, who writes manuscripts and novels, can write scripts?
"Yes, there is, but we still want to try it ourselves!" Feng Jiayou looked around again, and when he saw that no one was paying attention, he muttered in a low voice, "If the script is well written, Xuemin will have this Countless adaptation fees!”
Feng Jiayou secretly stretched out two fingers and signaled!
"Two hundred yuan for the adaptation manuscript? Why would you spend so much money to write the chapter yourself? If you have the time to write one more manuscript, you'll have it!"
Bai Ling looked at Feng Jiayou and stretched out two fingers mysteriously, and asked how much the adaptation fee was!
Only two hundred yuan!
Which of the manuscripts Cheng Xuemin is writing now does not receive a casual fee of one or two hundred yuan?
Especially for the novella handed in today, Lao Zhou and the others estimated that they would have to pay more than 1,600 yuan in royalties to get this novella by Cheng Xuemin!
More than 1,600 yuan!
Good guy, I'll give her Bai Ling's salary for more than three years!
That’s it!
Why do the two of them still care about the two hundred yuan in script adaptation fees? Are the two of them totally incapable of settling scores?
"Two thousand?!"
Zhang Dening on the side really didn't know much about the goings-on in the studio. When Bai Ling said this, she nodded repeatedly. If she didn't have the time to write, it would be better to write another novella like today, casually. The royalties are a few thousand dollars.
How could the two of them care about the two hundred yuan in adaptation fees?
Seeing Feng Jiayou's face shaking his head slightly, Zhang Dening's heart pounded hard and he asked tremblingly.
"Sister Dening, you know the market! Two thousand yuan for the adaptation fee, who do you think will get it if we don't do it ourselves?"
Feng Jiayou restrained himself from being too proud and nodded.
"How much? Two thousand yuan?!"
This time, Bai Ling, who was already curling her lips, was frightened!
Two thousand yuan? !
If a "Wrangler" novel is adapted into a screenplay, the original author Cheng Xuemin can get 2,000 yuan in adaptation fees?
Oh my god!
How many years of salary does this cost Bai Ling, a small editor? !
“Sister Bai Ling, please lower your voice, please!”
Seeing Bai Ling's reaction, Feng Jiayou quickly stepped forward to cover the woman's mouth. Can you stop shouting like this and calm down? ?
"Two thousand yuan! My dear, two thousand yuan for the adaptation fee! You... you... you are rich!"
Bai Ling felt she had lost her composure, and hurriedly got down, exclaiming softly, and her eyes almost melted when she looked at Cheng Xuemin!
In fact, she, Bai Ling, had discovered such an outstanding man a long time ago!
But when we were in northern Shaanxi, why didn’t we strike first and take advantage? ?
It’s fine now!
It's all the Feng family's children in front of her, and she can be as proud as she wants!
Two thousand yuan!
In addition to the morning novella and the previous two short stories, how long has it been since Cheng Xuemin came to Beijing?
You will earn a total of four thousand yuan in royalties!
And what does four thousand yuan mean to these little editors?
The astronomical figures are no exaggeration!
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(End of chapter)