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Chapter 119 Children's Literature Going Abroad (3 more thanks to readers)
Yang Hao did not disturb Wei Ming while he was writing. When Wei Ming put down his paper and pen and started to drink tea, Yang Hao handed him a manuscript.

"Writer Wei, do you want me to review your manuscript?"

Wei Ming pointed at himself and asked: "Am I qualified to judge?"

"You take a look first."

Wei Ming took it and looked at it. The title was "Warmly celebrate the successful holding of Wei Ming's "The Shepherd" literary seminar!"

He spat out a mouthful of tea leaves and continued reading. This was a submission from a Chinese major student who was present at the entire event, the contributor was "Liang Zuo".

Through his nephew's humorous writing style, Wei Ming finally understood how brilliant Old Wei's performance was yesterday, although he, as a son, felt a little ashamed.

But it doesn't matter, he has a thick skin inherited from his ancestors.

"That's great. Just publish it if the editor has no objection." Wei Ming handed it back.

Yang Hao smiled and said, "It's a pity that I didn't go to the scene yesterday and didn't get to take a picture of my uncle's heroic figure."

Soon, the morning was over. After lunch, Yang Hao didn't want to go back to the office. He asked Wei Ming: "How about we go and cover the news?"

Wei Ming: "You and me? Two photographers?"

Yang Hao: "Since you are here, I can stop being a photographer and become a writer. Actually, I also graduated from the Chinese Department, but I am a worker-peasant-soldier college student. But I can recognize a few words. Let's go?"

"Let's go!"

Wei Ming thought this position was pretty good. He could sit in the office when he wanted to, and go out and play when he wanted to.

Yang Hao also taught Wei Ming: "If you want to take a certain professor's class, you can take a photo after the class and write a few paragraphs of academic overview or class anecdotes. It doesn't matter whether it is accepted or not."

Wei Ming's eyes lit up: "Brother Yang, it has to be you!"

Yang Hao waved his hand: "It's just a piece of experience that is not worth mentioning."

In the afternoon, Yang Hao wanted to go to the library, so they went there to catch the news.

Yang Hao wasn't running around aimlessly, he knew there was news to be caught here today.

As expected, in the reception hall of the library, they saw school leaders and a group of Japanese people. The leader was Vice President Wang Lubin, with whom Wei Ming had interacted before.

These Japanese are from the Japan Foundation and Panasonic Corporation delegation, so we can also see a few serious reporters following this matter.

Now that China and Japan are in a period of friendly relations, there is relatively much communication between the two countries. Of course, the ultimate goal of these seemingly friendly exchanges is still transactions.

China wants their high-tech, and they want China's market.

In the conference room, the Japanese delegation demonstrated the audio-visual teaching equipment they donated.

Of course, the number of gifts is not large, but after using them, the professors at Peking University felt that they were really good. They can make teaching more intuitive and help students understand some difficult problems.

What to do if there are not enough instruments? You can only spend money to buy them, which is a marketing trick that has been overused by later generations.

Finally, Peking University Academic Committee held a meeting and decided to select 16 types of instruments and equipment for purchase, with a total amount of US$200 million.

Wei Ming and Yang Hao whispered: "We at Peking University are still rich!"

Two million dollars can be used to build hundreds or even thousands of houses. Of course, from the overall perspective of the school, updating teaching equipment and improving teaching quality are definitely more important than building houses.

Yang Hao: "Whether you say you have money or not, you have money. I spent the 200 million with gritted teeth. Didn't you see how serious Principal Wang's expression is?"

Wei Ming: "I saw it. I also captured his painful expression when he heard the total price was 200 million US dollars."

I used my own camera and the film was provided by the school magazine.

Yang Hao looked at Wei Ming and blinked.

Wei Ming: "Ah, can't we adopt it?"

Yang Hao was happy: "Then I'll give it a try and see if the editor-in-chief will approve it."

Wei Ming had a very fulfilling first day at his new job. Not only did he slack off and write a novel of more than 2,000 words, he also learned a lot of tricks for slacking off in the office and participated in news reporting for the first time.

When he got off work and returned to Nanmengang, Aunt Xiaoyan was waiting for him with joy.

Seeing the magazine in her hand, Wei Ming knew that the January issue of "Children's Literature" had been released, and he gave her the magazine and the royalties at the same time.

"This time we directly printed 50 copies for the first time, breaking the record again, but we shouldn't have any trouble selling it." Lv Xiaoyan said proudly. She was proud of her magazine and even more proud of her nephew Wei Ming.

She also urged Wei Ming to open the manuscript fee slip.

When Wei Ming opened it, he was surprised to see that he was paid 10 yuan per thousand words as the manuscript fee!
In the end, this manuscript of more than 130 words earned him yuan.

Although the standard of manuscript fee has been raised since this year, Wei Shen is considered a popular author in the children's literature circle, but he is not a senior author. He thought the salary would be 90 cents per thousand words.

Lv Xiaoyan smiled and said, "Thanks to this "The Legend of Heavenly Book", our year-end benefits should be very generous, so we will increase your salary. There are two more things."

The first thing, of course, is to continue to commission articles. Wei She has already established a certain brand and is one of the most popular fairy tale writers at the moment.

However, the only children's literature Wei Ming has written recently is "Jumanji", and he has no time to write anything else for the time being.

Wei Ming asked her to wait for a moment while he went back to the dormitory to get Biaozi's handwritten version.

Because of his date with Yan Zi, Biaozi's expenses have been quite high recently, so he took over Mei Wenhua's job this time. However, the handwriting is a bit horrible, and Wei Ming also outlined and modified some content, making it more like a story with a Chinese background.

Lü Xiaoyan was disgusted and asked, "Where is your manuscript?" Wei Ming: "I gave it to Melinda."

"what?"

Wei Ming: "I asked her to help me translate it and see if it can be published abroad."

"what!"

Lu Xiaoyan's eyes suddenly lit up. Right now, there is no domestic children's literature writer who can make a name for himself abroad.

Of course, there are some Chinese children’s literature works translated into foreign languages, but they are basically quite old. As for sales, we can only say that it is a success as long as it can be translated into foreign languages.

Moreover, they basically have a certain influence in China, and then are promoted by the government for overseas translation. It is rare for someone like Wei Ming to do this.

It seems that having a foreign girlfriend does have its benefits. I guess Xiao Ming has learned a lot of English.

"Then I'll have to look carefully when I turn around!" Lu Xiaoyan's interest increased sharply.

The second thing, she said, "You and your classmate A-Long should come to our agency when you have time to discuss publishing a book. It will involve some issues related to royalties."

Wei Ming's eyes lit up. It had been almost half a year since he came back, and he was finally going to publish a book!

When they got home, Lu Xiaoyan asked Director Wei to cook while she reviewed the manuscript first. After reading it, she found that although the novel was written with children as the protagonists, it seemed to contain some horror and adventure elements, especially when bats appeared in the first crisis, the two little protagonists and she were all frightened.

Then I was deeply fascinated by it. Whatever was on the grid I jumped to would suddenly pop up, but I had to play it. If I was scared, I would be swallowed up by the game, so I had to move forward bravely and also had to be smart. It was so interesting!

This was something she had never seen before in Chinese children's literature!

Wei Pingan came out with a plate: "Why, what amazing masterpiece did Xiao Ming write again?"

Lü Xiaoyan: "Take a look. I think adults will like this story, and maybe foreign readers will like it too."

"Oh?"

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These two couples were reading novels, while another couple had returned to Gouzitun after a day of travel.

When he opened the door, he saw that the pigs and chickens were still alive, and the sewing machine was not lost. Then he heard Fan Chunhua calling out her cousin's name from outside the yard: "Wei Jiefang!"

Fan Chunhua also brought her son Qi Delong with her, looking very aggressive.

Lao Wei directly took out a small bag of crispy candies he brought back from Yanjing and handed it over: "I brought this for you, take it."

Fan Chunhua, a well-known fierce woman in the surrounding area, immediately became docile: "Brother, sister-in-law, are you tired? I will help you carry the luggage. Oh, why is it so heavy!"

Wei Jiefang: "These are all New Year's goods bought by your eldest nephew. Chunhua, it's a little late for us to light the fire now. I guess you haven't eaten yet. Why don't we go over there and have a meal?"

Fan Chunhua said: "Oh, we have finished eating."

Wei Jiefang: "That's unfortunate, Shufener, make a fire, we can just deal with the two of them."

Qi Delong was eating delicious crispy candy when he suddenly shrugged his nose: "What's that smell?"

Wei Jiefang laughed and took out another bag. "I bought some pork elbows in Beijing. They seem to be from a time-honored brand. But they are cold now. I need to heat them up. They will be more fragrant when heated up. Shufener, give them to me."

Qi Delong immediately swallowed his saliva. Although he had eaten, it didn’t mean he was full!

Fan Chunhua sat at the stove and said, "Sister-in-law, take a rest. I'll help you light the fire."

Wei Jiefang was very satisfied with her performance: "Sit down and have a bite later, and listen to your nephew's lost love."

"Ah?" Fan Chunhua was stunned. "What the hell? Who died?"

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After Qi Kexiu finished his meal, he was waiting for Fan Chunhua to prepare water for him to wash his feet, but she went out for a long time and didn't come back, and even her son was missing.

What did she say before she left? Oh, Wei Jiefang is back from the capital, and she is going to settle accounts with him.

Otherwise, she would be illiterate. It would take her so long to calculate such a big account.

Qi Kexiu was getting a little impatient, so he got up and went out, ready to call her back to boil water.

However, he stopped at the door of Wei's house. According to past experience, when Wei Jiefang came back from the capital, he would definitely brag about what delicious food he had eaten in the capital, how capable his son was, and then embarrass himself.

Humph, I won’t fall for it.

So he shouted directly at the door: "Chunhua, it's so late, go home!"

Wei Jiefang really invited him: "Kexiu, come in and sit down."

"I won't sit down anymore. I have things to do at home. Fan Chunhua and Qi Delong, hurry up. If you don't come back, I will lock the door!"

The two came out reluctantly, and Qi Delong's mouth was still greasy.

Qi Kexiu snorted: "What a delicious food."

Qi Delong gave a greasy thumbs up: "Spiced pork elbow, from Tianfuhao, hey, it's so authentic!"

Qi Kexiu, who was walking out, suddenly changed direction and said, "Brother, you are so enthusiastic. I will come in and sit for a while~"

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