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Chapter 13, Pseudonym

Tang Jianhong's sarcastic remarks really hit the nail on the head. He was of course very happy. Being able to stand on the moral high ground and look down upon his former competitors was much more refreshing than drinking Arctic Ocean soda in the middle of summer. It was like taking an ice bath in a bathtub, refreshing from head to toe.

At this moment, a postal worker not far away glanced at Wang Duoyu and the others, then walked over in surprise:

"Comrade writer, are you here to send a letter again? What good articles have you written recently? When will they be published? I'll buy it and read it. The article you wrote last time, "When Happiness Knocks on the Door," was really great and very touching."

Shuanghe County is not big, and there are even fewer people who can become writers. They are so rare that they can be described as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. In any case, in my many years of work as a postal worker, I have only seen the writer Wang Duoyu.

In the early years, there were many writing enthusiasts like Sun Shouyi who often submitted articles to those magazines, but all of them received rejection letters. However, whenever an article was published, their post office would definitely be the first to know about it.

Facing this familiar postal worker, Wang Duoyu smiled and prepared to say a few pleasantries, but Tang Jianhong next to him had already sneered:

"Comrade, you must be mistaken, right? He failed the college entrance exam last year and didn't even get into university. And you say he's a writer? And he wrote the novel 'When Happiness Knocks on the Door'? This novel was written by a writer named Yu Wang, not you, Wang Duoyu."

"How could there be a mistake?" the postal worker retorted. "Others might not know, but I do. I was there the last time this writer submitted his article. He sent it to People's Literature, Capital Literature, and Yangtze River Literature. All three magazines have replied. We can confirm that his article has indeed been published, and the remittance slip for the manuscript fee has been sent back."

"Well, judging by the reply from Yangtze River Literature and Art, it's likely they rejected the manuscript, right? He's also a writer from Shuanghe County. There's a postal courier in Qingshan Township, I think his name is Sun Shouyi. He mentioned this himself. It seems he received two payments: one for 33.90 yuan, the other for 7.5 yuan."

The postal worker's seriousness in speaking was enough to indirectly prove that Wang Duoyu was a writer.

Xie Zhenbiao looked at each other in bewilderment, his face a little embarrassed. He was so embarrassed that he dug his toes into the ground and wished he could dig a hole and bury himself. He was so embarrassed!

Just now he was lecturing Wang Duoyu as a teacher, but he turned around and was slapped in the face by the latter. The two royalties added up to 41.4 yuan. This salary level is not very high, but it is definitely not low.

What's more, this was just an article Wang Duoyu wrote in early May. Look at him now, he has six or seven envelopes on hand. These should all be submissions, right? Even if only three of them are accepted, the income would be dozens of yuan, right?
With such an income, even if Wang Duoyu failed to get into university, he could still support himself with his royalties. Moreover, Wang Duoyu was so successful now, Xie Zhenbiao would definitely not look down on him anymore and think that he could not get into university.

Tang Jianhong, who was standing on the other side, had a completely distorted expression at this moment. Although he still didn't want to believe that this was true, it seemed that the facts were right in front of him and he couldn't say anything more.

He remembered that he had previously praised and admired the novel "The Pursuit of Happyness" and even wrote two letters to the author Yu Wang. Although he did not receive a reply, he was still looking forward to it in his heart. He never expected that Yu Wang was actually his mortal enemy Wang Duoyu, whom he despised?

Wang Duoyu couldn't help but laugh when Tang Jianhong shut up, then said with a smile: "Teacher Xie, now you should believe that I really reviewed seriously, right? Writing a book is just a way for me to review, it won't delay my college entrance exam, hehe."

"Tang Jianhong, you're right. I'm really hopeless. Even if I don't pass the college entrance exam this year, I can still support myself by earning royalties from writing books. You don't have to worry about me."

"It's not logically possible for me, a college entrance exam fail, to become a writer. But I believe that as a college student, Tang Jianhong, you are definitely qualified to be a writer, right? I heard that the current payment for royalties is three yuan per thousand words. If you work hard, you might even be able to support yourself with your royalties."

After saying these sarcastic words, Wang Duoyu lowered his head and continued to deal with his letters. He believed that Tang Jianhong would most likely try to write after today, but there was a high probability that he would be smoothed over by life and give up the path of writing.

Although Wang Duoyu didn't know whether Tang Jianhong had a talent for writing, in this era, to become a writer, one really needed a certain level of skill. You have to know that even people like Lu Xinhua had their manuscripts rejected, and many aspiring people had their manuscripts rejected as well. This shows how difficult it is to create.

Unless you are working in a cultural center or a literary museum with a fixed salary, generally speaking, few people can stick with it and become full-time writers.

Wang Duoyu quickly put stamps on the letters and handed them to the postal staff to mail them out. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he said to Tang Jianhong:
"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, Yu Wang is my pen name. I originally wanted to call it Yu Wang, but that name was too arrogant, so I changed it to Yu Wang. Haha, so Yu Wang is not someone else, it's just my pen name."

His full name is Wang Duoyu. If you remove the word "Duo", it becomes Wangyu. The two words reversed mean Yuwang. So being low-key and modest becomes the ordinary Yu Wang. Tang Jianhong, who has never written a novel, certainly would not understand.

However, if Tang Jianhong really became a writer, would he name himself Hongtang or Hongtang?
Looking at Wang Duoyu's departing back, Tang Jianhong's face turned pale. He was really fooled by this guy. It was so hateful!

"I didn't expect Wang Duoyu to become a writer. That's great! Even if he doesn't get into university, he can still support himself with his writings. Maybe he can even remarry his ex-wife."

Xie Zhenbiao was filled with emotion and his eyes were very complicated, while Tang Jianhong did not say anything, but his heart was twisted to the extreme.

He originally thought that Wang Duoyu, his former mortal enemy, had never recovered after failing the college entrance examination and getting divorced. He didn't expect that he had become a writer and it seemed that his income was not low. Otherwise, Wang Duoyu would not have come to the county town today to mail six or seven letters at once.

There is only one truth: Wang Duoyu must have become a writer and can really support himself with his royalties. When Tang Jianhong thought of this, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)