When Yu Min and Xu Xiangdong asked Jiang Yulou why he suddenly started writing plays, he glanced at Wei Guoping, who was standing aside as much as possible to minimize his presence.
The two of them looked at Wei Guoping belatedly.
Hey, Wei Guoping, who usually likes to shout, is so quiet this time. It doesn't look like him.
Something is wrong, something is going on.
The two of them sandwiched Wei Guoping, one on the left and the other on the right, and said with a ferocious smile: "Old Wei, you will be lenient if you confess, and strict if you resist. I think you should tell the truth honestly. What is going on?"
Wei Guoping saw that Jiang Yulou had no intention of speaking out, so he could only say helplessly: "Oh, this is all my fault..." He told the cause and effect of the incident, "It's all my fault, it's my fault. To the Jade Tower."
Xu Xiangdong looked regretful and couldn't help shaking his head: "Old Wei, you are not kind!"
Yu Min also nodded repeatedly, "Yes, writing a play is so difficult, Yulou's reputation may be affected this time."
The two of them exchanged words with each other, which made Wei Guoping so ashamed that he almost knelt down to admit his mistake.
"Ahem." Jiang Yulou saw that the heat was almost over, and the criticisms from the two people should be enough to alert Wei Guoping, and it would be over if he continued, so he coughed and attracted a few people's attention to himself.
He said in a joking tone: "I said, do you have too little confidence in me?"
"Yulu, this is different!"
"Yes, you are a celebrity after all."
Wei Guoping lowered his head, wanting to say something but not daring to say it.
Sure enough, you can't make mistakes. If you make a mistake, your status in the dormitory will plummet!
Jiang Yulou stood up, walked to Wei Guoping, put his arms around his neck, and said with unprecedented seriousness: "Although Guoping made some mistakes this time, his starting point was good. Because he believed in me and my strength. This time I have to write a drama to make them wiser and not to underestimate the talented heroes!"
"Yulou..." Wei Guoping was so moved when he saw Jiang Yulou speaking for him.
The matter is over for the time being, but it is not over yet.
No matter what, we have to wait until Jiang Yulou finishes writing the script and has a conclusion before we can understand it.
During this time, he became quite ruthless. Except for class, eating and sleeping time. The rest of the time, he was either in the library or in the dormitory, doing nothing but writing.
However, I have just started writing "Famous", and I have never written a script before, and I have to ask Teacher Sun for guidance, so the progress is not very fast.
On the contrary, the work "The Conspiracy" is finally completed.
The first draft of the plot was completely completed, which made him breath a sigh of relief.
Teacher Yuan also knew that he wrote this novel and borrowed it to read it. After reading it, he praised it repeatedly.
Teacher Yuan studied classical literature, but his literary quality was not impressive. Even he said it was good, and Jiang Yulou was a little proud.
After a final check, he was ready to submit the article, and the magazine he submitted it to was still successful.
Just when he was writing the envelope and affixing the stamp, the editor of contemporary literature came to his door.
"Teacher Yuan, this is..."
When people arrived, Jiang Yulou was dumbfounded because the editor of contemporary literature was accompanied by Teacher Yuan.
Teacher Yuan said apologetically: "I'm sorry Yulou, this time it was my own decision, teacher, and I didn't tell you in advance."
"Lao Meng and I are old friends. He has to help me when he asks for help. Besides, the novel you wrote is really good. It hasn't been published yet, so I thought of recommending it to Lao Meng. "
Jiang Yulou opened his mouth, alas, he was tricked by Teacher Yuan this time.
Lao Meng said helpfully: "Comrade Yulou, this is also our fault. Obviously your first work was submitted to our contemporary literature. Unfortunately, we had less contact after that, so we became estranged."
Lao Meng is Meng Weizai, and he is also an old revolutionary. He met Teacher Yuan 6 years ago.
Although they have only known each other for a short time, their friendship is deep.
Jiang Yulou hesitated and said: "But, my new work is a spy novel, and it is in the style of your company..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lao Meng patted his chest and said, "Our contemporary literature pays more attention to diversity in terms of subject matter, style, and expression techniques."
Eh? Is that so?
Why is it different from the contemporary literature I know?
In fact, Lao Meng had his own reasons for doing this. After all, Contemporary Magazine is a newly established magazine. It was founded not long ago and has not made many author friends yet.
In addition to soliciting manuscripts from many writers in the first issue based on their appearance, the quality of submissions received thereafter deteriorated. It’s not that no one voted, but the quality is not high.
There are few famous people and many literary lovers.
This was a huge blow to the editorial staff who were determined to make Contemporary China the largest literary magazine in the country.
Just when they were struggling for high-quality submissions, Jiang Yulou's "Yellow Earth" suddenly became popular.
Then they checked, eh? Isn't this guy the one who submitted articles to them in the first issue?
If I had known to contact him earlier, wouldn't "Yellow Earth" be published in contemporary times?
Then, they found out that Jiang Yulou was a student of Yan University and a poet with quite a reputation. The people in the contemporary editorial department are even more upset at missing out on such a talented writer.
It is also the road of heaven and earth. Lao Meng had a close friend in Yanda, and after he went out of his way to ask for help, this meeting took place.
"Have you seen the work?" Although Jiang Yulou asked Meng Weizai, his eyes glanced at Teacher Yuan.
Meng Weizai praised: "I read it, it's very well written."
Despite Jiang Yulou's young age, his writing techniques are very sophisticated, and the plot design is so clever that even he couldn't help but marvel at it.
Especially the war involved in it brought back his distant memories...
In his opinion, although this book describes the Kuomintang, it does not cross the line and is very positive. There will be no problem in publishing it in "Contemporary".
"Can it be published?"
"I guarantee with my personality that it will definitely be published!" Editor Meng said categorically.
After receiving the guarantee, Jiang Yulou became hesitant.
"Comrade Yulou, do you have any worries?"
Jiang Yulou opened his mouth and asked shyly: "Um... Editor Meng, how are the royalties for our "Contemporary" calculated?"
"a ha ha ha!"
Meng Weizai and Teacher Yuan laughed.
After working on it for a long time, he was worried about the royalties.
Meng Weizai said nonchalantly: "Yulou, the royalties you can get are definitely the first in our magazine."
"That's right, Editor Meng, what I got from other magazines was the remuneration for the number of print runs." Jiang Yulou said calmly.
Meng Weizai was stunned: "Remuneration for the number of prints?"
This...these other magazines don't follow the rules.
The state clearly stipulates that you cannot... Wait, Meng Weizai suddenly figured out why he couldn't get a manuscript from a well-known writer.
Damn it, it turns out that other magazines have been raising writers’ remuneration behind their backs!
"We can also pay you for the number of copies you print!"
