After Song Wen got the manuscript, he found Balao in Yanjing. After explaining the situation, Balao also took it seriously.
After spending three days reading the manuscript, I discussed the issue of royalties with Song Wen. In the end, with Song Wen’s strong suggestion, the royalties were raised to 5% for the number of print runs.
After confirming the remuneration, Song Wen contacted Jiang Yulou again.
"Teacher Jiang, after my repeated insistence, Mr. Ba agreed to increase the proportion of royalties for each print run to five percent."
"Five percent of the print run?"
"Yes, are you satisfied with this number?"
“Very satisfied and a pleasure to work with.”
As long as the contract is signed, there will basically be no problem. Then the release time will be determined. Jiang Yulou has not been short of royalties recently and has no special requirements.
August 3rd arrived in a blink of an eye.
On weekend mornings, the rooster crowed, the sky lit up, and the sleeping city gradually became noisy.
One after another, commercial vehicles drove on the spacious avenue and arrived at the international airport. As soon as the car door opened, Feng Xianzhi, who was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, got out first. This old man was the vice chairman of the Writers' Association and the leader of this trip to Hong Kong.
The old gentleman had a smile on his face and was in a good mood. Obviously going to Xiangjiang was a good thing. There were many people who wanted to be the team leader. Unexpectedly, the Writers Association finally chose him.
Think about it, there are twelve vice-chairmen, and the people inside are either older or have higher status. That is to say, he is only sixty-one years old now and does not hold an important position. He is the most suitable person to be the team leader.
Furthermore, although Mr. Feng has gray hair on his temples, he also followed Liu and Deng's army back then. His physical fitness is very good, and his temperament is even more outstanding. Just standing there is intimidating.
Just four words: Extraordinary bravery!
Then a writer came down and said with a smile: "Mr. Feng, you didn't bring your family with you this time?"
"The children all have jobs, and the construction of the motherland is inseparable from them."
"Look, he is indeed an old sad artist, with high integrity and integrity!" Jiang Yulou said.
"Haha, when Xiangjiang returns, everyone can go there at any time."
Feng Xianzhi smiled a little sheepishly.
Wang Meng glanced at it and said: "You look good, but your leather shoes are too old. If you don't mind that I still have a new pair in my suitcase, why don't you try them on?"
Feng Xianzhi lowered his head and looked at the leather shoes. He had been with him for five or six years. No matter how well maintained they were, they were no longer as smooth as they once were. "Isn't this bad?"
"It's okay, it only costs a few dollars. I heard that all shoes in Xiangjiang are imported and they are cheap. I was thinking of changing to a pair of imported leather shoes." Wang Meng quickly took out the leather shoes from the suitcase before Feng Xianzhi refused again. .
Feng Xianzhi smiled and pointed at him, "You."
He stopped insisting. After putting it on, he felt much more comfortable and felt more energetic.
Jiang Yulou saw everything in his eyes and thought that Lao Wang was still very powerful, otherwise he could become a high official in the future.
Apparently no one in the Writers Association has ever flown on an airplane, they are all old haters. There are not many people at the airport, everyone is reserved, and they feel that flying is a very honorable thing.
However, Jiang Yulou heard something from Wang Shuo. In order to write the work "Stewardess", he actually did an on-the-spot investigation. Somehow he got to know the people at the airport, and by virtue of his status as a military writer, he even got free seats. Went on a few flights.
Even though it was just a short trip, it already made him extremely proud.
As boarding approached, Feng Xianzhi went up and Tang Yuewen went down, and everyone was extremely excited.
Jiang Yulou is the calmest one among them. In his previous life, he took a lot of flights and didn't think it was a problem. In other words, I have some concerns about air safety in this era.
At this time, he was looking at the schedule of this Hong Kong literary exchange. During the week, the itinerary was fully arranged:
Arrive in Xiangjiang on the first day. After arriving, have a day of rest.
The next day there was a press conference in the morning and a tea party hosted by the publishers in Hong Kong in the afternoon.
The third day is a tea party for the cultural and artistic circles, and the fourth day is a symposium between teachers and students of the Chinese University, etc.
Looking at it this way, time is quite tight.
Wang Meng saw that he was in a state of wandering mind and couldn't help asking: "What is Yulou thinking about?"
"I was wondering how the British Hong Kong government would think of inviting us over for exchanges. Brother Wang, do you know the inside story?"
"Haha, young people should pay more attention to current affairs."
"How to say?"
"At the beginning of the year, the top leaders proposed three things that our country should do in the 1980s. Do you know?"
"I know, first, in international affairs, oppose hegemonism and maintain world peace; second, achieve the reunification of the motherland; third, step up economic construction." Jiang Yulou's eyes were solemn, "Brother Wang, it's not that long since 1997 , do you think they are testing you over there?"
"Not really. 1997 is the general trend and cannot be controlled by a British Hong Kong government." Wang Meng said calmly: "However, the current Hong Kong Governor MacLehose has been in office for nine years. In these nine years, Hong Kong's economic development has become more and more rapid." The better, he may be afraid of unpleasantness during the handover, so he wants to strengthen cross-strait exchanges."
"That's it." Jiang Yulou nodded thoughtfully.
"This exchange was obviously initiated by the literary and art circles in Xiangjiang. When we get to Xiangjiang, if we don't say unnecessary words, there will be no problem."
"Thank you, Brother Wang."
Wang Meng smiled and said: "Haha, thank you for nothing. I'm just a few years older than you and I've eaten a few more bowls of rice."
Just a few years older?
Seeing that Wang Meng had just talked a lot, he would not refute.
After chatting for a few words, Wang Meng came to the other side again, not knowing what to say.
Just when Jiang Yulou laughed, his sleeve was pulled by someone. He turned around and saw that it was Tang Yuewen.
Her face was as pale as snow, her palms were sweaty, and her fingers were tightly intertwined, as if silently expressing her nervousness.
"Yuewen, why are you nervous?"
"Well, the closer I get to getting on the plane, the more nervous I get."
"Isn't it just taking a plane? The process is not much different from taking a train."
"It's not that I'm afraid of flying, it's just that... I've never been to Xiangjiang and I'm afraid of making a fool of myself there."
"That's it, then let me tell you..."
The voices of the two people were not too quiet. Several big brothers and sisters next door stopped talking and pricked up their ears to hear what was going on here.
Jiang Yulou didn't take it seriously and said seriously: "Xiangjiang is the same as our Guangzhou. The main language is Cantonese. But they also speak English. After all, Xiangjiang is still a Hong Kong-British concession.
People don't call them comrades there, they call them sir or miss. They don't call their spouses my lovers, they call them wives. For example, Mr. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang, like this...
In addition to the title, there are also habits, such as..."
Jiang Yulou talked a lot. At first, some people listened carefully, but after hearing it...
WTF?
Are you sure you mean Xiangjiang?
