Literary Master 1978.

Chapter 98 Does the Master Love Money So Much? (2 monthly tickets plus more)
With the National Day less than a week away, "The Wreath under the Mountain", which was published a month ago, is becoming more and more popular and its influence is growing. The visible impact is that when Lin Chaoyang is working at the front desk of the library, he is always the focus of students' attention.

In addition, public opinion in the media is also fermenting.

Unlike "The Shepherd" and "The Little Shoes", which were popular among readers but the public opinion was mainly expressed in the literary community, after "The Wreath under the Mountain" became popular, readers enthusiastically submitted articles to various local newspapers and magazines.

In just one month, dozens of local newspapers and magazines, including the Yenching Daily, Shanxi Daily, Shenyang Daily, Lian Chi, and Shuofang, published reading notes and reader reviews on "The Wreath under the Mountain."

Most of these articles are contributed by people who are not related to literature, but they are all the readers' true feelings from the bottom of their hearts.

The spark spread like wildfire, further boosting the popularity of "The Garland under the Mountain" across the country.

Compared with the emotion-driven reading experience feedback from ordinary readers, the literary world was slower to evaluate "The Garland under the Mountain".

Professional literary review articles are usually published in influential literary magazines and literary review magazines, which are usually monthly, bimonthly, or even quarterly. Therefore, compared to the feedback speed of readers, reviews in the literary world are always slower.

Especially the sudden outbreak of "The Garland under the Mountain" caught the literary world off guard.

As a result, all the criticisms that were aroused some time ago by the article "The Inevitable Rise and Fall of Scar Literature" were completely suppressed by this trend, leaving no room for fightback at all.

For this reason, Tao Yushu's main focus has recently shifted from writing comments to refute articles criticizing Lin Chaoyang to collecting all kinds of positive comments about "The Garland under the Mountain" and the author Lin Chaoyang.

That weekend, she went to the Yenching University Library to look through newspapers and magazines. In less than an hour, she found four articles about "The Wreath under the Mountain".

She looked for the articles that criticized Lin Chaoyang before, but she didn't find any.

This discovery made her feel frustrated.

When her husband was being criticized endlessly, she was full of energy and ambition, hoping to change the public opinion on her own and save her husband from those criticisms.

Unfortunately, although only three articles have been published in the past two months, their influence is basically negligible, and the critical voices from the literary community are still heard.

Originally, Tao Yushu was planning to continue fighting, but after "The Garland under the Mountain" became popular, those critics who used to hate "Xu Lingjun who eats and smashes the pot" seemed to have tacitly stopped their attacks, and articles of this kind seemed to have disappeared overnight.

After working hard for a long time, the situation did not change at all. Her husband was carefree all day long, but he relied on the strength of his work to block the criticism from the public.

Tao Yushu really didn't know whether he should feel happy or disappointed.

That night before going to bed, she stared at her husband's profile.

Feeling her gaze, Lin Chaoyang, who was reading a book, turned his head.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Tao Yushu stared at him closely, his eyes suspicious, "Did you expect this a long time ago?"

"What did you expect?"

"Play dumb!"

The more Lin Chaoyang behaved like this, the more suspicious Tao Yushu became, and there was a hint of stubbornness in her tone.

"Those articles criticizing you have been silent recently. Did you foresee that The Garland Under the Mountain would become a hit, and that the influence of your new work would completely suppress those critics?"

Lin Chaoyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Do you think I'm Zhuge Liang? Whether a novel is popular or not is up to the readers. They have been scolding for such a long time before, maybe they are tired of scolding?"

"I do not believe!"

Since the two of them fell in love, Tao Yushu has always fought against the outside world's cold eyes and rumors for him, so she gradually developed the habit of keeping him in front of her and facing and solving difficulties alone.

Now, without her noticing, Lin Chaoyang has grown to the point where she needs to look up to him, and the waves he has to face have evolved to a level that she cannot resolve with her personal ability.

Lin Chaoyang held Tao Yushu in his arms lovingly, knowing clearly that her little awkwardness came entirely from the feeling of loss in her heart.

"Thank you for your hard work during this period. There are fewer people criticizing me now. Stop writing all day and take a good rest."

"That won't work!" Tao Yushu broke free from his arms, "I still have to earn royalties!"

"Good for you!" Lin Chaoyang pounced on his food like a hungry tiger, "It turns out that you either feel sorry for me or want to use me to earn royalties!"

"Ah, help..."

The next day at work, Master Xie from the message room suddenly found Lin Chaoyang.

"Chaoyang, someone called you."

Nowadays, people either meet in person or write letters, and it is rare for them to communicate by phone. It requires both parties to have a job and be able to use the company's phone.

Lin Chaoyang was not surprised that someone called him. When he went to Renwenshe to discuss "Little Shoes", Li Shuguang specifically asked him to leave a phone number and said that he would contact him later.

Lin Chaoyang answered the phone, and it was indeed Li Shuguang calling.

He told Lin Chaoyang that the content of the single volume of "Little Shoes" had been edited and would be accepted immediately. He asked Lin Chaoyang to find someone to write a preface. If he didn't have any connections, he could help make the contact.

"Okay, I'll send it to you then."

Accustomed to same-day and next-day delivery in later times, Lin Chaoyang is not used to the postal efficiency of this era, so most of the time he would rather make the delivery himself.

Li Shuguang asked Lin Chaoyang to find someone to write a preface for the single volume of "Little Shoes". Although he is not involved in the literary world, it is not difficult for him to find someone to write a preface.

The first person Lin Chaoyang thought of was Zhang Dening, who was the editor-in-chief of "Little Shoes", but unfortunately she was not very famous.

When writing a preface, it is better to find someone who is famous and has something to do with literature. After thinking about it, Lin Chaoyang thought of his neighbor who lived upstairs. "Professor Wu, smoke!"

That night, Lin Chaoyang happened to run into Wu Zuxiang who was smoking downstairs. He handed the old comrade a cigarette and chatted for a while. He said, "Professor Wu, I have a small favor to ask you for."

Wu Zuxiang said, "Is there anything I can do to help you, old man?"

"My book 'Little Shoes' is going to be published as a single volume, and the publisher asked me to find someone to write a preface. I'm a rookie, how can I know those literary predecessors? So I came to you for help."

"Oh." Wu Zuxiang nodded and said with a smile, "A book is going to be published so soon? Lao Tao has found a good son-in-law!"

"It's just a single volume, a pamphlet, how can it be considered a book!" Lin Chaoyang said modestly, and then he asked: "What do you think..."

"Okay." Wu Zuxiang said happily.

Lin Chaoyang immediately said happily: "Thank you Professor Wu, thank you very much..."

At this time, Wu Zuxiang stopped him and said, "Don't be in a hurry to thank me, let's talk about business."

Um? What's the business?
Lin Chaoyang looked confused.

Wu Zuxiang rubbed his fingers together and said, "Look at this fee..."

He also raised his eyebrows at Lin Chaoyang. Do you understand what I mean?

Lin Chaoyang understood what the old comrade meant and was immediately heartbroken.

The world is becoming more corrupt and people’s hearts are no longer the same as before. Does the master also love money so much?

If I had known earlier, I would have gone to find Old Zhu. Even though he has a sharp tongue, at least I don’t have to spend money from his own coffers!
"Oh! I beg you for help, but I can't let you work for nothing!" He gritted his teeth, ready to spend a lot of money from his coffers, "Just tell me the amount!"

Wu Zuxiang didn't say anything. He reached out and took Lin Chaoyang's cigarette box. "These cigarettes are pretty good."

"I'll give it to you."

Wu Zuxiang laughed and scolded, "How dare you, kid, give away half a pack of cigarettes?"

"Well... I'll give you one. You don't know that I only have a limited amount of pocket money for a month." Lin Chaoyang began to cry poor.

"Okay." Wu Zuxiang agreed reluctantly, and then reminded: "Keep the cigarettes with you first, and send me a pack every two days."

Lin Chaoyang immediately understood that this person was being controlled at home and came to him to make up for it.

"You too, you should stop smoking so much at your age."

Wu Zuxiang glared at him, "That's not what you said when you handed me the cigarette just now. Do you feel bad about asking you for a few cigarettes? Forget it, forget it. I won't write it anymore, I won't write it anymore!"

"Don't worry, don't worry. Isn't this also for your health?"

"I don't know what my health is like, why should you worry about it?"

"Oh, oh, I'm wrong. You won't lose a single cigarette."

"That's pretty much it."

Wu Zuxiang finally understood what was going on. He smoked two more cigarettes and went home.

The next morning, Lin Chaoyang was about to go to work. As soon as he reached the door of the building, he saw Wu Zuxiang squatting there.

"Give!"

The old man took out a few pages of letter paper from his bosom, looked around, and acted like an underground party member holding a meeting.

Lin Chaoyang didn't bother to pay attention to Wu Zuxiang's expression. He had just made the request yesterday evening, but the old man had taken out the things early in the morning, and he didn't even respond.

"You earn 36,000 yuan per acre. Can you at least pay more attention?"

Wu Zuxiang stuffed the letter into his arms and said, "It's just a cigarette, and you still want a masterpiece?"

Who is Party A after all?
"That's not very kind of you."

Lin Chaoyang expressed his disgust but did not argue with Wu Zuxiang. He flipped through the letter.

I found the content was not too confusing, and the author and the book "Little Shoes" were praised highly, which was quite conscientious.

"Where are the cigarettes? Did you buy any?"

"We just decided on this last night, where can I get you cigarettes?"

"Tomorrow night, I'll pay you for one pack first."

Wu Zuxiang nodded, "Alright, I also want that ardian."

"understood."

Lin Chaoyang walked towards the library, feeling very regretful.

When will my brother-in-law fall in love next time?
He also has to earn some writing fees.

(End of this chapter)