1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 183 Contradiction, waiting, love letter single volume.

The next morning.

In the early morning on campus, the trees are shady, and the golden leaves are covered with crystal dewdrops in the sunlight.

A gust of wind blew in from afar, blowing down countless pieces of paper.

"call!"

On the playground, Cheng Kaiyan finished today's morning exercise and wiped the sweat off his body with a towel.

In July, only the morning sun does not have much heat.

Today's temperature is as high as 32 degrees, which is the hottest in this period and also the coolest in the next period of time.

The way people dress also changes with the temperature.

The men changed into sweatshirts that exposed their armpits, and the lesbians wore skirts. Of course, only a small number of them wore short-sleeved shirts and long pants.

First of all, I am thin-skinned and shy.

Secondly, not everyone can afford to wear a skirt.

"Shouldn't Auntie wear a skirt now?"

Cheng Kaiyan sat on the stone steps of the playground, wiping the sweat off his face and taking a rest, thinking with some curiosity in his heart.

Although Jiang Ting is usually cold, she loves beauty very much.

Wear a slim turtleneck sweater with a coat in winter to look like an elegant lady.

Some time ago, she mostly wore white shirts and black trousers, looking like a refreshing and abstinent beauty.

With such a tall and plump figure, she will definitely look beautiful in a skirt.

Thinking of this, Cheng Kaiyan's heart jumped with joy and he strode towards the office with his head held high.

On the path, several students were walking shoulder to shoulder or in groups of three or five.

The voice is vigorous and full of energy.

"Recently, CCTV has added a weather forecast column. Have you checked it out? It's very convenient. Today's temperature is 32 degrees."

"Is it so hot today? Summer is here."

"I haven't watched it. I don't have a TV at home."

"Hey, I heard that this year's Moscow Olympics is about to start."

"So what? We didn't participate, damn Soviet revisionists."

……

Moscow Olympics?

Cheng Kaiyan was stunned. To be honest, apart from the 2008 Olympics, he had not watched any of the subsequent Olympics.

The Moscow Olympics, the first Olympics held in a socialist country and also the Soviet Union’s last dance on the international stage, cost 9 billion and was truly stunning.

It’s a pity that because the Soviet Union sent troops to Afghanistan, it was boycotted by many countries and withdrew from participating in the Olympics.

Neither China nor the United States participated, and the next time they participated was in 1984.

He hurried back to the office.

Pushing open the door, Jiang Ting stood by the window, holding a teacup in her hand, looking quietly into the distance.

It seems like something is on his mind.

"You're back? Let's go to class."

Jiang Ting turned around, glanced at him calmly, and said.

"Ah."

Cheng Kaiyan nodded and found that she was not wearing a skirt today, but still in a shirt and trousers.

Her classes are in the first and second periods this morning.

The two arrived at the classroom together.

Many people had already come to the classroom. When Cheng Kaiyan and Jiang Ting walked into the classroom, the originally noisy atmosphere quieted down.

But thinking that it was not yet time for class, everyone continued chatting, but in lower voices.

"This way, this way."

Wang Anyi, her classmate, was sitting at her seat and waved to Cheng Kaiyan.

Jiang Ting frowned slightly when she heard that. She looked at him twice more and then relaxed after seeing his face clearly. She said calmly, "Go ahead. Don't whisper to each other when class starts."

"Oh."

……

Cheng Kaiyan found a seat and Jiang Ting sat down on the podium.

The arrival of these two people attracted a lot of attention.

"That guy is here. Ever since you exposed his affair last time, he has been keeping a low profile."

A dark and fat man named Gao Wen said with a smile.

Although we are all classmates in the writer class, it is ultimately just a scattered class. Everyone comes from all over the country, some from highly educated families, some from working-class families, and some from rural areas. In addition, the time we spend together is short, so there is destined not to be much friendship among classmates.

Most people are content with just appearing to be okay, and no one knows what they are thinking behind their backs.

Take the last time Cheng Kaiyan became famous in class because of the words of the children's literature master. Who in the class was not envious? Who was not jealous?
It’s just like nothing happened on the surface, but the fact is that being high-profile will attract attention, and the same goes for being forced to be high-profile.

"He's sensible, otherwise it would be humiliation at the least."

Li Zhi, a man with a black mole on his mouth, laughed. He felt a little proud that even such a person had succumbed to his plan.

He rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Let's go check on him later and see how he's doing. I haven't seen him start writing in the past few days. Could he have given up?"

Concern? I think it's sarcasm?
The fat black man frowned and thought to himself.

This guy surnamed Li is not a good person either. He kills people and destroys their hearts?
As the saying goes, forgive others when you can. After all, Cheng Kaiyan didn't offend them, so she wouldn't do this.

He didn't want to offend anyone easily, so he thought for a moment and said, "Forget it. I've been busy writing a novel recently and it's almost finished. I don't have time to dwell on these trivial matters."

When Li Zhi heard this, his eyes flickered and he felt a little sad.

Recently, a large number of people in the class have been inspired by Cheng Kaiyan's new work some time ago. They are all writing novels, and some even stay up late to write until eleven or twelve o'clock at night.

Li Zhi was no exception. He just had nothing in his head and no ideas. He sat in the dormitory for a long time but couldn't come up with anything.

When he thought that Lao Gao, who was similar to him, had almost finished writing an article, he became even more anxious and felt depressed for a while.

It was luck that he got to the literary institute. He was recommended by the county just because he wrote a short story of less than 10,000 words. He was just there to make up the numbers.

Li Zhi pretended to be cheerful and said, "So fast? Of course, congratulations, Lao Gao! If you win, you have to treat us!"

"It's easy to talk about."

Lao Gao waved his hand and said casually.

Seeing his perfunctory and distant tone, Li Zhi felt angry but had no place to vent.

Turning around and seeing Cheng Kaiyan not far away, he suddenly felt angry and slowly moved over to her, saying loudly, "Hey! Xiao Cheng, you're here. Why haven't I seen you writing a paper in the past few days?"

Since the class had not started yet, everyone in the classroom fell silent when they heard this and all looked over here.

Seeing that everyone was looking at this place, Li Zhi became more and more arrogant. He just wanted everyone to hear it.

Even though these people seem to be friendly on a daily basis, as long as someone makes a fool of himself or herself, they might become sarcastic and take advantage of others' misfortune behind their backs.

Moreover, he felt that everyone just wanted to see Cheng Kaiyan make a fool of herself.

He had seen a lot of things like this when he was in the countryside.

Seeing that Cheng Kaiyan ignored him, Li Zhi snorted complacently.

Just as I guessed, this Cheng Kaiyan really can’t be written.

So he smiled and reached out his hand, patted Cheng Kaiyan on the shoulder, and teased: "Could it be that you gave up because you couldn't write anymore? Tsk tsk! You are indeed a great talent favored by Mr. Ye Shengtao and Ms. Bing Xin!"

He said this in a teasing tone, shaking his head.

"Are you sick?"

At this time, Wang Anyi slammed the table, stood up, and shouted with a very unhappy look on his face.

She was partly responsible for this.

But the sudden appearance of Li Zhi made her realize at once that this person must have fanned the flames and deliberately leaked the news.

Wang Anyi said coldly: "You are the one who spread rumors everywhere, right? It's really shameless!"

"Rumors? What does it have to do with me? I'm just concerned and asking. Have I done anything wrong?" Li Zhi suddenly felt guilty about what the famous young lady in the class said. He touched his nose, rubbed his hands with oil, and argued: "Besides, what rumors are there? If Xiao Cheng doesn't write a paper, won't these things happen?"

"What does it have to do with you whether they write or not? You should just finish your homework. Everyone in your dormitory is writing novels and articles at night. What about you?"

Wang Anyi sneered and asked.

Li Zhi gritted his teeth and said, "I'm writing an article too!"

"Tsk, don't think I don't know. I heard everything from your roommates. You can't even say a few words for a long time, and yet you have the nerve to criticize others!"

Wang Anyi was blunt and hit right where he felt hurt.

"You! You stupid girl! What are you talking about?"

Li Zhi's face turned red because he couldn't argue with her, so he pointed at Cheng Kaiyan and said, "What's your ability to hide behind a woman? You act so pretentiously every day, and people who don't know you would think you are an expert.

You're still writing papers and doing research, why are you pretending to be so high and mighty?

Everyone knows that you only have a high school education. Do you think you are lost just because Ye Shengtao and Bing Xin praised you a few times?

Do you really think you are the future master of children's literature?"

Cheng Kaiyan shook his head. He turned his wrist, pointed at the pointer on the dial and said calmly: "Are you done? It's already eight o'clock. Class is about to start."

Everyone in the classroom was puzzled to see him so calm.

But everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If a fight really broke out, Li Zhi would be defeated with one punch from Cheng Kaiyan.

"He scolded you, and you still went to class?"

Zhang Kangkang said speechlessly, this boy is such a proud person, how can he be so calm?

"If a dog bites you, are you going to bite it back?"

Cheng Kaiyan said with a smile.

"That's right."

Zhang Kangkang thought about it and realized that this was the truth.

When Li Zhi heard this, he was so angry that his eyes turned red. He didn't care that the class bell rang at this time, "You really have no manners at all..."

"Bang bang bang!"

"Class begins!"

At this time, Jiang Ting looked at everyone on the podium with a cold face and slapped the podium heavily.

"I'll settle the score with you later!"

Li Zhi left a sentence and was about to leave, but was stopped by Jiang Ting with a cold shout.

"Stop! Go stand at the back!"

"I?"

Li Zhi pointed at himself blankly.

"The teacher dares to cause trouble in the classroom, and is still making noise when the bell rings. Do you still respect the teacher?!
From now on, you will stand at the back of my class. Of course, you can choose not to come, and I will consider suggesting to your Director Xu that you be kicked out."

Jiang Ting didn't even bother to look at him. After the announcement, she turned around and went to write on the blackboard.

The last sentence chilled Li Zhi's angry heart.

If he is kicked out of the Institute of Literature, he will be finished.

He took the book dejectedly and went to stand in the back as punishment. He dared not make any sound for fear of being kicked out.

For a moment, the classroom was eerily quiet and no one dared to whisper to each other.

Only Cheng Kaiyan had a smile on his face, which showed that his aunt loved him.

As for this Li Zhi, he is just a clown and nothing to worry about.

"Once the paper is published, all doubts will be resolved."

In the blink of an eye, the bell rang for the end of get out of class. Cheng Kaiyan left the classroom with her book in her hand without looking back. She walked briskly, not caring at all about the discussions behind her.

At noon, Kaiyan had lunch with Jiang Ting in the cafeteria. Since she had no classes in the afternoon, she planned to go back and rest.

When I got home, there were not many people in the courtyard.

He went straight into the room, lay on the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

I don’t know how long it had been, but I could faintly hear the cry of the cat next door and the sound of banging on the window.

"Cheng Kaiyan wake up, it's me. I have something to ask you."

Cheng Kaiyan opened her eyes and saw a familiar middle-aged man standing by the window. It was Cui Daoyi, the editor of People's Literature. He was knocking on the window and calling her outside.

"Editor Cui?!"

……

"Why are you here? Come and have some tea to cool down."

In the main room, Cheng Kaiyan asked Cui Daoyi to sit down and poured him a cup of cold tea.

Cui Daoyi also rode a bicycle for more than ten minutes. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He grabbed the herbal tea and drank it down. He felt better when his stomach cooled down.

He lifted his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his face and explained, "This time it's mainly about one thing. After discussions with People's Literature, we plan to publish Love Letter as a standalone book."

"Single volume?"

"Yes! Generally speaking, works that are qualified to be published as single-volume books are of high quality and have a certain influence.

Since your Love Letter was published in May, the cumulative sales of People's Literature have reached more than one million copies, and readers have given it rave reviews. Some time ago, the editorial board unanimously decided to publish a separate volume of Love Letter. I came here this time to ask for your opinion. "

When talking about work, Choi Do-yi's eyes became serious.

Single volume = money.

Cheng Kaiyan understood this principle, and her mood improved immediately. She laughed, "Of course there is no problem on my side. You guys can handle it. By the way, how do you calculate the single volume with me? Will it be calculated according to the royalties?"

"Are you dreaming? I'm still calculating royalties for you. Do you know the current situation?

It would be good if the publishing house calculates your royalties again according to your royalties standard."

Cui Daoyi said unhappily.

Since the reform of the manuscript fee standards this year, manuscript fees have increased across the country.

There are four types of royalties: basic royalties, royalties based on print run, royalties, and one-time royalties.

But in this era, most writers only receive basic royalties, which is about a certain amount per thousand words, and that’s it, once calculated.

Royalties based on the number of copies printed rarely appear, just like Cheng Kaiyan's "Fragrant Grass" was paid based on the number of copies printed. This was luck, as "Jiangcheng Literature and Art" happened to be renamed "Fragrant Grass" and needed a writer to take the lead, otherwise it would not have been his turn.

Royalties were almost non-existent in that era. They were only gradually restored after Wang Shuo had a dispute with a publishing house.

Originally, things like single volumes should be calculated based on royalties.

But given the current situation, there is nothing you can do if the publishing house doesn’t give it to you.

The most common way to deal with the royalties for single-volume books is to pay them again according to the basic royalties.

"Okay, a few hundred dollars is still money."

Cheng Kaiyan nodded with some regret.

When Cui Daoyi heard this, she glared at him in surprise. What do you mean a few hundred dollars is also money?
This is 1,100 yuan, not a small amount.

"Sign it and I'll send out a subscription notice to the publisher. I'll notify you of the specific subscription quantity and sales volume once we've collected all the information."

Cheng Kaiyan signed the letter and suddenly thought of something, "Hey, why hasn't anyone asked me to publish a separate volume of "Fragrant Grass"? Obviously, "Fragrant Grass" is also very popular."

"Is it possible that the New Year special issue published by Fangcao is a disguised single volume? Do you think there is only one of your works in the book? Have you been paid for the number of copies printed?"

Cui Daoyi thought about it and explained.

"makes sense."

After talking about the matter, Cui Daoyi handed him the manuscript fee list and the prepared royalties. "Love Letter" had a total of 110,000 words, and the royalties were 1,100 yuan.

I am only one thousand yuan away from becoming a ten thousand dollar household!
Before leaving, Cui Daoyi pulled Cheng Kaiyan aside and asked, "Have you written any works recently?"

"No, I've been busy writing my thesis lately."

Cheng Kaiyan answered truthfully.

"Thesis? You can write this?"

Cui Daoyi looked at him in surprise, and then teased: "But not only will you not get any royalties for this, you will also have to pay for the publication fee."

"There's nothing we can do about it."

(End of this chapter)