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Chapter 5 Jealousy, Hatred, Sorrow, Hatred (please read more)

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The washed Hachiko anxiously circled around the small stove. There was white water noodles in the pot on the stove, exuding a faint fragrance of wheat.

Chen Shiping had no money and couldn't cook, so plain water noodles with a few drops of soy sauce were all he had for three meals a day.

The salary of two hundred and eleven was returned to Xiao Bing without even covering his head. Now he can only eat plain water noodles.

Even if he adds some green vegetables and chopped green onions, he doesn't have enough money to last until the end of the month.

Now I can only hope that the manuscript I sent to Contemporary will be accepted, so that in a few days I can receive the manuscript fee and take Hachigong out to have sex.

By the way, it will open the eyes of those colleagues in the office who like lemon.

The noodles in the pot kept rolling. Chen Shiping picked out one with chopsticks and threw it at the wall. The noodles flew out in an arc and hung firmly on the wall.

This is the following little trick. If it can be applied to the wall, it means you are familiar with it.

After picking out a bowl of white noodles for Hachiko, Chen Shiping added a little salt and a few drops of soy sauce to the noodle soup.

After Chen Shiping took a mouthful of noodles, he couldn't help but sigh. It tasted really bad. It was worse than the pigs of the pig bloggers on Douyin in his previous life!

If I had known earlier, I would have gone to Jiang Huaiyan’s house. His family must have good food! You should at least eat noodles with fried sauce and sugared garlic.

Chen Shiping smacked his lips, feeling like an emperor was using a golden hoe to farm the land.

After eating the noodles, Chen Shiping washed the bowl with boiling water, sat back at the desk and started writing a book.

Xu Sanguan's story about selling blood is over 100,000 words long. Chen Shiping has only written over 60,000 words in the past few days, and there are still more than 100,000 words left.

In the middle of writing, Chen Shiping suddenly slammed the table, startling Hachiko, who was sleeping on his stomach, and howled several times.

Chen Shiping realized that he shouldn't have been so anxious to send one-third of the manuscript to the magazine. This was not writing an online article!

The magazine must see the full text before it will consider whether to publish it, and it will not publish it if it is only half-read!

"There is no need to rush for quick success!"

Chen Shiping wrote this sentence on a blank piece of paper and pasted it in front of his eyes to warn himself.

It’s all because of debt!

Now that the manuscript is really going to be rejected, my colleagues in the literature department should probably be happy when I look back, and they will inevitably have to say some hypocritical consolations.

Chen Shiping didn't know what the fate of his manuscript would be. He was just waiting silently for the magazine's rejection.

Even ready to be laughed at and "comforted".

It was only a week later that Chen Shiping had not received a rejection, which made him wonder if his letter had been lost halfway.

Chen Shiping's doubts were only in his heart and did not show on the surface. However, such a calm performance made people in the office more and more sour.

We are all cultural people. Who has never written a novel or poem and submitted it to a magazine? Local magazines like Contemporary will reject your manuscript very quickly. Only if your manuscript is adopted will there be no news for several days.

It seems that Chen Shiping's submission has been adopted, and jealousy often comes out of the chat.

"Shi Ping, how many words did you write? For a long novel, it must be at least hundreds of thousands of words. The manuscript fee is two to three thousand yuan, which is much more than what we earn after working hard for a month."

"Those teachers only have this number of scripts at most, and they catch up within one year of working."

"It's so irritating that people are so popular. They don't miss out on eating, drinking, and having fun. They work for three days, fish, and spend two days drying nets. I have nothing to do at work, and I can still earn so much money."

"We can't compete. Just bear with it."

Chen Shiping didn't care much about these sour and malicious words. Not to mention that he didn't pass, he couldn't be proud even if he passed the manuscript.

No one likes ostentatious people, and Chen Shiping is not yet in a position where he doesn't care about other people's opinions.

Most of the people in the office were not nice to talk to. Only Xiao Bing came over and said a few nice words, but as soon as the conversation changed, he started to care about Chen Shiping. "Shi Ping, I see that you have been eating at home by yourself recently. Have you paid back my money and no more money to eat?" Xiao Bing said a little embarrassed: "Actually, I'm not that anxious. I still have fifty yuan. , how about you use it first, and then give it to me when you have money."

It’s not like there aren’t smart people in the office. Chen Shiping looked at Xiao Bing and smiled and said, “Don’t bother, I don’t like to owe people money.”

After declining Xiao Bing's offer, Chen Shiping began to work seriously. Writing scripts was also a way to make money. If he was selected by the factory, he would get at least one thousand yuan.

The above policy stipulates that the standards for manuscript fees for literary scripts are very high, with original novels ranging from 1,500 to 4,000. As for how much royalties you can get, it depends on the final approval of the literary department and the factory committee.

However, 15% of the money must be allocated to the script editor. After the script is written, an editor must be found. This editor is the leader of the literary department.

Although he doesn't quite understand why the screenwriter needs an editor, Chen Shiping understands why the editor needs to be paid, and it must be his leader.

Lord Buddha has said that sutras should not be passed down lightly, nor should they be taken in vain!

Chen Shiping has written a new script these days, and it will be finished today. If we don’t write it quickly, our scribbling puppy will grow up and will no longer be a star dog. We still expect Hachiko to earn some performance fees to support himself.

After Chen Shiping finished writing Hachiko the Faithful Dog and handed it in, he thought about the situation of his manuscript submitted to Contemporary. Logically speaking, it should have been in the hands of the magazine a long time ago, so why was there no movement at all.

Xu Sanguan's Blood Seller has indeed been in the hands of Zhou Changyi, the editor of Contemporary Magazine, for several days now, but Zhou Changyi only saw Chen Shiping's manuscript today.

However, I am currently struggling with what to do with this manuscript.

According to his own philosophy, this manuscript will definitely be rejected, but thinking of the lessons learned two years ago, he decided to save it and bring it to the agency tomorrow to show other editors.

Zhou Changyi felt extremely upset when he thought about rejecting Ordinary World two years ago, but on the surface he would not admit it.

What he was upset about was not that he was too arbitrary and rejected Ordinary World after only turning a few pages, but that he didn't expect Ordinary World to be so popular and put himself in an embarrassing situation.

A lesson learned. This time, even if he didn't like Xu Sanguan's Blood Seller, he still wanted to show it to the editor-in-chief.

Xu Sanguan's Story of Selling Blood, which had also been turned over a few pages, was reinstalled and put aside, without even knowing that it was an unfinished novel.

Sometimes reality is much more interesting than fiction, and the human heart cannot bear to ponder, otherwise you will find that it is more dizzying and nauseating than a maze.

In the editor-in-chief's office of Contemporary Magazine, Qin Zhaoyang couldn't help but said after reading the 60,000-word Xu Sanguan's Story of Selling Blood, "This novel is good, but why is it just this small? Where are the rest of the manuscript?"

Zhou Changyi was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously: "Editor-in-Chief, what did you say?"

"Huh?" Qin Zhaoyang frowned and looked at Zhou Changyi and asked, "You haven't finished reading? Where are the later manuscripts?"

"It's all here." Zhou Changyi came to his senses mid-sentence, and immediately changed his words: "The author just sent these, so I can't make up my mind and let you take a look."

Qin Zhaoyang didn't think much, and said with a hum, "I thought you hadn't finished reading it, or had lost it to the later manuscripts."

Zhou Changyi laughed awkwardly and said nothing. He couldn't help but blame Chen Shiping for submitting half of the manuscript! He almost made a fool of himself!

"This is well written. Find out the address of this writer, see if there is a phone number or paging number, and ask about the situation."

Qin Zhaoyang gave instructions and turned over Xu Sanguan's Blood Seller's Notes to read it again.

Zhou Changyi responded and went out. After closing the door of the editor-in-chief's office, he couldn't help but muttered a curse.

In the literary department office of Beijing Film Studio, Chen Shiping suddenly sneezed.

"Shiping! Come on, come on, your script is very touching!" Jiang Huaiyan had just finished watching Hachiko, the loyal dog, and couldn't help but call Chen Shiping over.

Wang Ruitao, who was sitting opposite, couldn't help but said: "I thought he would only reveal the 'humble and dark side' of human nature. This script can be filmed!"

When the people in the office heard the words of the two leaders, their hearts began to sour again, and they looked at Chen Shiping with jealousy and hatred.

envious? I’m not envious at all, I just hate why he wrote a good script again!

　Foster fathers, throw your money at me, please read the first sentence of this chapter!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)