1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 145 Three Random Inspirations
When the news came, Teng Wenji was in the toilet.

"Director Teng, the adaptation rights of "The Chess King" have been given out." A staff member of the Xi'an Film Studio shouted outside.

Teng Wenji felt very disappointed.

"To whom?"

"I gave it to Xie Jin from Shanghai Film Studio. I heard that Shanghai Film Studio invited him to adapt the script and offered him 2000 yuan as a fee."

Hey!
After "The Chess King" was taken away by someone else, Teng Wenji lost all mood to take a shit.

Yesterday he specifically gave Jiang Xian the most generous offer and waited for it all night, but in the end he was still not impressed.

After wiping his butt and standing up, he suddenly froze and realized something.

2000?

2000 yuan in royalties?

The more Teng Wenji thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. His face turned purple as if he couldn't poop. He immediately figured it out, and then kicked the toilet partition fiercely. Dust fell down and covered his hair and clothes.

"What does this grandson take us for?!"

"Director Teng?" The staff at Xi'an Film Studio were frightened by him.

Teng Wenji patted the dust off his body in embarrassment, his face looking grim.

"He didn't even think about giving us a last chance and even came over to ask for a price."

"Not only did he not give us the adaptation rights, he also used our offer as a bargaining chip with other film studios!"

"This kid is stepping on us like a shoe insole!"

The weather has turned warmer.

"Traffic" switched to location shooting, and the filming location was located in the suburbs of Beijing.

As for the shots in the yard, you can just use the yards of the local villagers’ homes.

At that time, filming a movie was a national task, and the leaders of the local commune also attached great importance to it and accompanied the crew along the way to select a yard.

Jiang Xian chose a yard full of flowers and plants. It was not a siheyuan, but a standard rural house, facing south. The main gate was on the south, and there were several main rooms and side rooms on the north. It was very spacious.

"What? Filming a movie in our yard?" The owner's family was overjoyed. "Of course, no problem!"

"Uncle, aunt, don't worry, the crew will help you find accommodation for the time being." Wang Haowei said with a smile.

The first exterior shot was of Zhu Lin riding a motorcycle. We chose a country road to shoot, and there were villagers standing around to join in the fun.

The theater staff and the commune leaders worked together to maintain order.

Before the filming started, Jiang Xian went over to touch the three-wheeled motorcycle, a Changjiang 750 motorcycle. The so-called three-wheeled motorcycle was an ordinary two-wheeled motorcycle with a sidecar on the right side. Such motorcycles are extremely rare in later times. He had seen them ridden by the Japanese in anti-Japanese war movies.

"I'll get on and drive it." He sat on it without any hesitation.

"Please don't break it." said the stage manager nervously.

Zhu Lin came over like a teacher, "Let me teach you how to drive. The right handle is the accelerator, the left handle is the clutch, and the left pedal is the gear. Press the front pedal one, two, three, and the back pedal three, two, one, empty."

Chen Hong also came to watch in curiosity and sat down in the sidecar, looking very majestic.

Motorcycles are not popular these days, but they will be the mainstream means of transportation in a few years.

"Come up, I'll play with you." Jiang Xian waved at Zhu Lin.

"How dangerous it is, you don't even know how to ride."

"You have taught me this, Chen Hong has already sat on it."

"Go slowly and don't bump into others." Zhu Lin lifted her legs and sat on the back seat.

Jiang Xian pretended to be unskilled in riding and rode a long distance in a panic.

He, who "didn't know how to ride", rode faster than Zhu Lin, who had learned how to ride, and scared Zhu Lin and Chen Hong so much that they screamed.

Jiang Xian smiled slightly when he noticed Zhu Lin hugging his waist from behind with her head pressed against his back.

Isn't this the joy of riding a motorcycle? When they stopped at the roadside, Zhu Lin got off the back seat with lingering fear, holding her chest, "You are quite talented in riding this. It's so hard for me to learn this. I have to recite it before going to bed at night: throttle on the left, clutch on the right."

Jiang Xian thought she was cute and couldn't help but touch her head.

"Yeah~"

“No one saw it.”

Chen Hong: Yeah.

No. 2, North Beach Street.

Jiang Xian came to the new editorial department of People's Literature.

Wang Fu brought him a chair. Jiang Xian glanced around and couldn't help asking, "Teacher Wang, the conditions here are really tough. Are you used to working here?"

"Alas, it's definitely not as comfortable as the literary society, but since we are here, we should make the best of it. The comrades from the Federation of Literary and Art Circles have been sticking here all the time."

This time he came mainly to confirm the publishing royalties for the 1979 National Excellent Novels Award-winning Collection.

"I've already calculated it here. You have three works in total. 'Ferocious Animals' has 10 words, 'Brown Lychees' has words, and 'Fuxi Fuxi' has words. Together, they total words. Our basic remuneration is yuan per thousand words, which is yuan."

More than two thousand yuan!

Wang Fu was so surprised when he saw the number that he was speechless. This was just a selection of short stories and novellas, but Jiang Xian's royalties were almost as much as those for a novel.

After carefully confirming and checking, Jiang Xian signed his name on a form.

The form also records the royalties of other writers, but none of the figures are as exaggerated as his.

"Your remuneration is truly unique."

"Thank you for the love from readers and judges." Jiang Xian smiled.

"2% of the print run per copies. I'll pay you three months after the collection is published. You'll get the most."

The editor next to him also chirped, "Writer Jiang, you deserve this award. It's no different from publishing a novel."

Jiang Xian thought about it and realized that was true. This was the only amount of money he earned from publishing "Furong Town".

By the way, "Furong Town" has been on sale for a month, but I still don't know how the sales are.

After confirming some details of the publication with Wang Fu, Jiang Xian stood up and said goodbye.

"Teacher Wang, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first."

"Hey, don't leave yet."

Wang Fu stopped him again, "Jiang Xian, do you have any inspiration recently? We at People's Literature would like to ask you to write an article."

"inspiration?"

Jiang Xian is really inspired here.

He has already opened the extra reward for the fifth synthesis sequence, and received three random inspirations:
[Famine refugees], [rice], [preferring sons over daughters].

Three random inspirations, arranged and combined, have three different synthesis methods.

Among these three synthesis methods, Jiang Xian prefers.
[Refugees] + [Rice]

He felt that it should be possible to synthesize them together, as he seemed to have such a novel in his memory.

However, he also had to write the script for "The Chess King" and had no free time for the time being, so he had not yet taken care of these two inspirations.

And there is no need to take unnecessary risks. Maybe by the time the script of "The Chess King" is written, the sixth synthesis sequence will have been unlocked.

"Teacher Wang, I don't have much time recently. I'll provide you with articles when I have the chance." Jiang Xian declined.

"Ah, okay."

Wang Fu sighed regretfully, "Why is our People's Literature not attractive to you?"

At the same time, Zhanjiang, Guangdong.
(End of this chapter)