Literary Master 1978.

How about Chapter 125 for Contemporary?
With the motivation to make money, Lin Chaoyang changed his previous habit of slacking off. Not only did he write articles very quickly at home, he also did not waste any time in the library. During the recent winter vacation, the library business was light, and he felt like a fish in water.

In just a few days, he had used up a whole book of manuscript paper.

That night, Tao Yushu discovered this astonishing situation and asked in amazement, "How many words did you write?"

"I haven't counted it." Lin Chaoyang changed to a new manuscript paper and continued to write his novel with his head down.

Tao Yushu had a large manuscript paper with 130 grids in his hand. It was pages long and even if the punctuation marks were removed, there should be about to words.

She did the math and found it incredible. Her husband had only been writing for a few days, but on average he wrote almost ten thousand words a day?

Tao Yushu was afraid that Lin Chaoyang was too eager to make money and was eager for quick success, so he put down the clothes he was going to wash and carefully read the unfinished novel.

After nearly an hour, Tao Yushu raised his head and looked at Lin Chaoyang who was still writing furiously.

There was a gleam in her eyes, which, besides being intoxicated by the contents of the novel, was mostly filled with curiosity and confusion.

Tao Yushu couldn't understand why her husband's writing efficiency improved so much recently. In the past, whenever he wrote a novel, his brows were furrowed and his face was full of painstaking thoughts. He was just short of "three years to write two lines, and tears flowed when he recited them".

Is it just because you want to buy a house?
But she also felt that this idea was unrealistic. If writing a novel could be done simply by relying on pressure, then writers would be worthless.

So after thinking about it, she could only attribute it to the fact that her husband was naturally gifted, but his potential had never been discovered before. This time, the idea of ​​buying a house forced his potential to come out.

Thinking of this, Tao Yushu began to reflect on himself.

It seems that she did not do enough to supervise her husband in the past, which was her dereliction of duty as a wife. In the future, she should fulfill her duties as a wife and let Lin Chaoyang focus all his energy on creation.

Life is only a few decades long. For writers, the creative period when their ideas flow is even shorter, so it must be cherished.

Lin Chaoyang, who was buried in his writing, had no idea what his wife thought about his efforts to buy a house.

Tao Yushu poured him a cup of tea and rubbed his shoulders. After being tired, he enjoyed the happiness of having a beautiful woman by his side. He said: I can write another 10,000 words tonight!

After going to bed that night, Tao Yushu asked Lin Chaoyang: "Hey, do you think we should go talk to that Lin Fugui?"

"Are you afraid that he will sell the house to someone else?"

After Lin Chaoyang revealed her thoughts, Tao Yushu blushed and said, "The house in Huaqiao Apartment is really nice."

Lin Chaoyang smiled and said, "Of course the house is a good one. But don't worry, if he could sell it so smoothly, he wouldn't have lowered the price at a loss and started installment payments."

Lin Fugui is an overseas Chinese, so he doesn't need to worry about anyone defaulting on his payments when he makes installment payments. If someone really dares to default on their payments, the country will help him.

Du Feng helped the couple look for a house for several months. Although he screened out many houses that did not meet the requirements, he had to admit that the current situation was that although private housing transactions had improved significantly compared to the past, sellers were still in a passive situation.

The huge inertia formed by the welfare housing policy over the past few decades has made the Chinese people accustomed to "waiting", "relying on" and "asking". In this environment where no one has extra savings and there is no market regulation, 99% of the Chinese people would not even think about buying a house, not to mention that the selling price of the houses in Overseas Chinese Apartments has already screened out the vast majority of customers.

If you want to sell a house like this, you absolutely rely on your connections.

Who is the richest person these days?

Overseas Chinese are a group, but since Lin Fugui can get in touch with Du Feng, it means that he doesn't have many connections in the overseas Chinese community, or no one among the overseas Chinese wants to buy a house.

Among the Chinese people, the richest are not the small speculators, but the intellectuals.

For example, the vast majority of savings in the postal savings office located in Tiger Cave at the south gate of the school were contributed by professors from Yenching University.

Many professors not only receive a salary of two to three hundred yuan a month, but also receive royalties for published books and hourly fees for lectures given outside... They can easily earn several thousand yuan a year.

For example, Wu Zuoren, who was mentioned by Du Feng before.

When was 1972? Not only did people dare to buy overseas Chinese apartments, but they also did it easily.

How could Lin Fugui, an overseas Chinese student, meet intellectuals who were capable of buying a house?

Moreover, with the communication and work efficiency of this era, the process of private house transactions often requires several rounds of pulling and taking a long time, and it is impossible to complete it overnight, so Lin Chaoyang is not in a hurry to contact Lin Fugui.

As he expected, less than a week later, Du Feng came to him and said that Lin Fugui had contacted him.

"He shouldn't be short of money, right?" Lin Chaoyang asked.

That day at the Overseas Chinese Apartment, Lin Fugui behaved very calmly, and with his shrewdness, he should have known that if he took the initiative to contact Lin Chaoyang and others, he would definitely be haggled down.

"I guess he has a house he likes."

Du Feng's words won Lin Chaoyang's approval. The Overseas Chinese Apartment is located on the West Third Ring Road. If Lin Fugui wants to buy a house, he must go to the courtyard houses in East City or West City.

What he wants is the future investment potential. There are only so many houses in the core area, and it is not easy to find one that suits his taste. His urgency is certainly stronger than that of the couple who want to buy a better home.

Lin Chaoyang actually wanted to hoard some courtyard houses like Lin Fugui did, but at this stage, he should focus on solving the most basic housing problem. It would not be too late to invest when he has spare money in the future.

Lin Fugui proposed the installment payment condition, perhaps because he wanted to get some money first to buy the house he wanted.

"Tell him that we are also hesitant now and are worried that we won't be able to pay back the money after buying the house."

Du Feng nodded, "I understand, let's keep him hanging for now."

In a flash, half of a month has passed, and Lin Chaoyang has received two more bills for royalties these days.

One was a 270 yuan royalty for the script of "The World's Number One Restaurant" published in "Yanjing Literature and Art", and the other was sent by "Harvest", which was the royalty for the novella he wrote. Li Xiaolin promised to pay him according to the new regulations on royalties, and she kept her promise. This time the royalty amounted to 1210 yuan.

Tao Yushu happily accepted the money. After a careful calculation, they found that their savings had exceeded 4100 yuan.

She turned her gaze to the man who was concentrating on writing, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Done!"

While Tao Yushu was stunned, Lin Chaoyang threw away his pen, leaned back in his chair, and shouted.

"Did you finish writing?"

"Ah."

Lin Chaoyang stretched and stood up. Tao Yushu walked forward, grabbed the manuscript paper and looked at it carefully.

Tao Yushu read Lin Chaoyang's new novel from beginning to end because she was afraid that her husband would write a hasty work just to make money.

However, after so many days, she has gained great confidence in the quality of the new novel. This is by no means a perfunctory work written to make money, but rather something very new.

The origin of modern Chinese literature is the popularity of vernacular writing, which is not based on traditional Chinese literature but on Western literature. Traditional Western novels require imitating nature and reflecting life truthfully.

The writer is in a dominant position in the work. The novel uses a series of storylines arranged in chronological order as the clue of development. It may be a single-line structure, or it may be a double-line or multi-line structure. Finally, the novelist summarizes all the clues to form an ending.

In the late 19th century, this traditional novel began to change, and writers such as Dostoyevsky and Henry James began to innovate in narrative perspectives.

In their writings, novels are no longer copies of nature, but independent organic wholes that develop according to their own internal laws.

Henry James believed that "human nature is infinite, and reality has countless forms."

Therefore, he advocated that writers should withdraw from the novel and let the characters in the book act as narrators. The narrator and his supporting characters can reflect various forms of reality from different perspectives. This theory provided an aesthetic basis and creative motivation for the development of Western stream-of-consciousness novels in the 20th century.

Stream-of-consciousness novels were introduced to China very early. In the 20s and s, a large number of Chinese students studied in Japan. It was at that time that Western stream-of-consciousness novels flowed into Japan.

These people brought their understanding and knowledge of Western literature and stream-of-consciousness novels back to China.

However, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, our country promoted socialist literature. In introducing foreign literature, it focused on introducing classical literature, revolutionary romantic literature, and realistic literature, with an emphasis on introducing Soviet literature and the literature of weak countries, such as Vietnamese literature and Korean literature.

There is a strong rejection of literature that belongs to the category of Western modernism. After the 1960s, the criticism and denunciation became more severe. As an important genre of modernist literature, "stream of consciousness literature" was naturally not immune.

It was not until the Buzz Buzz ended that the literary world finally welcomed spring, and the stream of consciousness genre was able to see the light of day again in China. In the past December, several representative stream of consciousness novels from abroad were published in "Foreign Literature and Art".

However, after the suppression in the past few years, stream of consciousness has been ignored in the domestic literary world.

As a student of Chinese major, Tao Yushu is well-versed in the development and spread of stream-of-consciousness novels in China. The reason why she thought of so many things is because the novel written by Lin Chaoyang this time has a strong stream-of-consciousness color and technique.

Tao Yushu has not read many stream-of-consciousness works, and his experience in judging this type of work is also limited.

But she knew that the most basic technique of stream-of-consciousness writing was that some objective thing triggered the subjective associations of the characters in the book, releasing a series of consciousness processes and forming the character's inner monologue. The new novel written by Lin Chaoyang had typical characteristics of this kind.

Tao Yushu put down the novel and asked Lin Chaoyang: "Why did you think of writing a stream-of-consciousness novel?"

Of course, Lin Chaoyang couldn't say that it was all stream-of-consciousness nonsense, just to cheat for royalties. He said, "I just read a lot of novels of this kind and wanted to give it a try."

“My novel is about a journey full of hope and humanity, and it takes place in the summer.

The sun is hot and dazzling. Under the strong light, the story is not only warm, but also has a certain psychedelic and fairy-tale color. I think the stream-of-consciousness writing method is very suitable for this style and atmosphere. "

Tao Yushu couldn't help but nodded after listening to Lin Chaoyang's words. It turned out to be a well-thought-out decision.

"I can feel the atmosphere you're talking about when I read the novel."

Lin Chaoyang smiled and said, "That means this novel is successful."

Tao Yushu was not only happy about the quality of the novel, but also that her husband was able to complete the novel in such a short time. She said in amazement: "It's only been more than half a month, and your novel has 200,000 words, right?"

These days, whenever Lin Chaoyang finishes writing a part, she will read along. This has become her daily routine.

Although she hasn't counted the number of words in the ending she wrote today, the overall number of words shouldn't be much different.

"More words would be better, so I can earn more royalties."

Tao Yushu laughed and said, "But this kind of novel has a certain reading threshold. If it is published, I'm afraid the response may not be so good."

"It doesn't matter, as long as there's royalties." Lin Chaoyang said nonchalantly.

The next day, when Lin Chaoyang was thinking about which publication to send the manuscript to, Li Shuguang from Renwen Press found the library.

He was responsible for the publication of the single volume of "Little Shoes" by Renwen Press, and he also attended the symposium held by "Yenching Literature and Art".

Lin Chaoyang was curious about why Li Shuguang came to see him today. After asking, he found out that Li Shuguang came to give him time to go to Renwen Press to sign a new publishing contract.

"What contract?" Lin Chaoyang asked.

"Regarding the contract for "Little Shoes", haven't the new regulations on royalties been announced? In the future, royalties will be paid based on the number of copies printed," Li Shuguang explained.

Lin Chaoyang didn't expect there would be an unexpected surprise. Renwenshe was really honest.

After talking about re-signing the publishing contract, Li Shuguang said, "I read your novel The World's No.1 Restaurant. I didn't expect you to be such a good script writer. Such a script is not something that ordinary people can write."

At this time, the Yanjing Normal University version of "The World's Number One Restaurant" had already stopped performing. Li Shuguang was talking about the script of "The World's Number One Restaurant" which was just published in "Yenching Literature and Art" this month.

Lin Chaoyang made a few polite remarks, and Li Shuguang asked again: "I heard that you have given this script to the People's Art Theatre?"

"Correct."

Li Shuguang nodded and said, "When this play is performed in the Capital Theatre in the future, I will definitely go to see it."

"Thank you."

"Have you written anything new recently?" Li Shuguang asked casually.

“Just finished writing a novel.”

Li Shuguang's eyes lit up. He didn't expect to have such an unexpected gain today. "What is it about? A novella or a long novel?"

"It's a long novel. It's a story about summer."

Li Shuguang wanted Lin Chaoyang to show him the manuscript, but Lin Chaoyang was a little hesitant.

He planned to submit the novel to a literary magazine first, so that it could be published after it was published, and he could earn two royalties.

If the manuscript was given directly to Li Shuguang, it would be equivalent to losing the publishing fee.

"I'm going to submit this novel to a magazine." Lin Chaoyang said vaguely.

Li Shuguang immediately understood what he meant and laughed, "That's no big deal. I guarantee you'll earn the publishing fee."

Lin Chaoyang thought he was going to give the novel to People's Literature, and said, "Last time, I promised Lao Liu from October to give The Wreath under the Mountain, but in the end, I had no choice but to give it to People's Literature. I can't give it to them this time."

"Don't give it to them." Li Shuguang also echoed.

Lin Chaoyang looked at him in confusion. What did he mean?
"How about giving it to Contemporary Magazine?" Li Shuguang asked.

(End of this chapter)