Literary Master 1978.

Chapter 58 Only a big fool would sprain his ankle
The silence at this moment is deafening!
Liu Xinwu looked at the young man in front of him and was silent for a long time. He always wanted to say something, but he felt that he couldn't grasp the point.

In the end, all he could say was, "How high is the high price?"

Lin Chaoyang smiled unusually kindly, as if he was treating a customer.

"I am very happy to be asked to write for such a good magazine as October. But as you can see, I only have one manuscript now, and I can only give it to one..."

Liu Xinwu interrupted his beating around the bush and asked, "You mean it should be higher than the 7 yuan per thousand words of Yenching Literature and Art?"

Lin Chaoyang looked calm and said with a smile: "It would be best if your magazine could exceed this standard. If the manuscript is really given to you, when the editor of Yanjing Literature and Art asks about it, I will have something to say, right?"

After Lin Chaoyang finished speaking, Liu Xinwu fell into deep thought.

The year before last, the State Press and Publication Administration issued the “Notice on the Trial Implementation of News and Publishing Remuneration and Subsidy Measures”, and the era of no remuneration for literary and artistic creation during the period of buzz is finally over.

The notice stipulates that a low remuneration system will be implemented, and remuneration will be paid in one lump sum based on the quality and word count of the work. The remuneration for a manuscript is 2 to 7 yuan per thousand words, and the remuneration for a translation is 1 to 5 yuan per thousand words.

The price that Yanjing Literature and Art paid Lin Chaoyang was seven yuan per thousand words, which was already the maximum according to national standards, but he actually asked himself to add a little more.

After the initial difficulty in accepting and surprise, Liu Xinwu had a vague idea in his mind.

Could it be that he is using this method to make me give up?

The more Liu Xinwu thought about it, the more it made sense.

Yes, Yenching Literature and Art is the journal where Lin Chaoyang’s debut work was published, and it is willing to pay him the maximum fee of 7 yuan per thousand words. How much they think of him!

How could Lin Chaoyang betray the trust of the publication?
He must have felt it was difficult to reject me, so he came up with such a lame excuse.

It's already 7 yuan per thousand words. No editor-in-chief will agree to increase the price further.

He believed that Lin Chaoyang would understand this, so he made this seemingly unreasonable request.

Thinking about Lin Chaoyang's thoughts, Liu Xinwu felt a little regretful, knowing that the novel he was writing would definitely not be handed over to "October".

What a pity. Just now, his eyes became wet several times just by listening to Lin Chaoyang's story. If this were to be written down, how tear-jerking would it be?
Although excessive sensationalism in literary works is not a good thing, Liu Xinwu believes that he has the ability to distinguish, and he feels that Lin Chaoyang's work must be correct.

Pity!
"Chaoyang, I didn't expect that Yanjing Literature and Art Magazine thinks highly of you. The standard of seven yuan per thousand words is indeed the best nowadays. I'm afraid that's the best we can give in our editorial department."

Liu Xinwu's tone was very tactful, and Lin Chaoyang couldn't help feeling regretful.

Add some more!
Even just a little bit?

I gave you this novel!
It’s insincere, really insincere!

Lin Chaoyang secretly complained.

Zhang Dening had asked him to write an article before, but Lin Chaoyang had always refused because he was afraid of encountering this situation.

Now that he had finally gotten a customer, he actually complained that his quote was too high.

Since the royalties are the same, he would of course give priority to Yenching Literature and Art. After all, he is now quite familiar with Zhang Dening.

However, after all, "Yanjing Literature and Art" had published "The Horse Shepherd" and the Creative Talk before, so there are also connections there. If they really want the manuscript, wouldn't it be enough for me to write a novel for them?

You can't push away big clients just for the sake of personal relationships.

This goes against the ethics of workers.

Don't think that he writes slowly now; that's because he's slacking off. He's afraid of raising Tao Yushu's expectations of him too high, which would make him feel uncomfortable in the future.

If he really gets up quickly, the pen holder will be worn thin and the manuscript paper will be punctured. Seeing that Lin Chaoyang didn't say anything, Liu Xinwu thought he guessed Lin Chaoyang's thoughts.

"It's my fault this time. I came here without any prior communication with you."

"No, it's also a learning experience for me to be able to communicate with a senior like you."

"We learn from each other. I just heard you talk about the work you are writing, and I am very optimistic about it.

There is no chance this time, but next time, when you have a manuscript, you must think of us, October."

Liu Xinwu left the opportunity to be commissioned for Lin Chaoyang's next work, but he did not promise anything.

Commissioning an article is like signing a contract. Everything may change until the last minute. He doesn't want to leave an impression of being fickle, so he will not give positive feedback to any editor who asks for an article.

After seeing Liu Xinwu off, Lin Chaoyang went back upstairs and started writing a reply to Li Xiaolin of Harvest.

Through Liu Xinwu's attitude, Lin Chaoyang also knew that this was probably the current standard for manuscript fees in the editorial department.

It is better to do something familiar than to make a living. I might as well give this novel to Yanjing Literature and Art.

We will communicate with "Harvest" first and talk about it later.

Two days later, Lin Chaoyang asked his colleagues for help in the morning and prepared to go to the Chinese Department to attend classes.

I saw a hunched figure running on the east side of the library. At this time, students were rushing to class, so this figure was very conspicuous.

Lin Chaoyang took a curious look, felt it looked familiar, and took another look.

Isn’t this Old... Zhu?
The old man was not tall and had a hunched back. He staggered when he ran, and Lin Chaoyang was afraid that he would stumble or trip.

"Uncle Zhu, why are you running here?" Lin Chaoyang asked.

Zhu Guangqian saw that it was Lin Chaoyang and slowed down his pace. "I run here every day, but you were at work and didn't see it."

It turned out to be the case.

Lin Chaoyang thought about it carefully and felt something was wrong. Was this old man mocking me for being a corporate slave working from nine to five?
It’s all because the old man is so mean-spirited. Every time he says something, Lin Chaoyang can’t help but imagine it.

"Take it easy and don't sprain your ankle."

"Only a fool would sprain his ankle!"

Hey! You old man, you are just a dog biting Lu Dongbin!
Old Zhu was less than 160cm tall, and now that he was older, he was hunched over and even shorter. Compared to him, everyone else looked like a big fool. Lin Chaoyang couldn't help but put himself in the role of the "big fool" because he was only 179cm tall.

Forget it, I won’t bother with this old man.

After saying hello, Lin Chaoyang went to class. Today's class was Qu Yude's "Folk Literature".

When it comes to Qu Yude, many people are unfamiliar with her, but many people must have heard of her husband - Jin Kaicheng.

In addition to Zhu Guangqian, there is another peak in the field of Chinese aesthetics.

Before Qu Yude married Jin Kaicheng, she was known as the most beautiful woman in Yan University. The old lady in front of him no longer looked the same as she did in the past, and because of the unfortunate experiences she had in the past years, her health did not look very good, and her voice was very nasal.

The folk literature class taught by Qu Yude is a course that covers a wide range of content, including myths, epics, folk legends, folk tales, folk songs, folk narrative poems, folk dramas, storytelling, proverbs, riddles, and opera...all of these can be included in the concept of folk literature.

Any creator with a little creative knowledge knows that these things are excellent nutrients for creation, so Lin Chaoyang listened very carefully.

(End of this chapter)