Then, under the big loudspeaker broadcast by the third sister-in-law Wang Yufen, everyone in the Jin family knew that Xiang Nan had written a martial arts novel.
"Oh, our Jin family has a writer." Sister-in-law Wu Peifang said with a smile.
"Seventh brother, I read your book and it's really good." Second sister-in-law Cheng Huichang said with a smile.
Even Mrs. Jin knew what her son had written, "Write what you like. It's always a beneficial thing. But don't write about things that are taboo."
"I understand, mother." Xiang Nan nodded, "It's just commonplace and won't violate taboos."
After that, even friends such as Liu Baoshan, Wang Youchun, Kong Xueni, and Meng Jizu got wind of the news, and they all called Xiang Nan to ask for books to read, and even invited him to dinner to celebrate his becoming a writer.
Xiang Nan declined all of them. He really didn't want to deal with these gangsters. Spending a dime on them would be a waste.
He came to the Beijing Times himself.
The Beijing Times was one of the newspapers with the largest circulation in Peking at that time, with more than 60,000 copies sold per issue.
Xiang Nan wants to improve his reputation, so the platform is very important. The Beijing Times has such a large circulation, which suits his requirements.
When he came to the newspaper office, he went directly to the editor-in-chief Pan Shouchen.
"Hello, Editor Pan, I am Jin Yanxi. I took the liberty of visiting today to ask you to take a look at my manuscript." He said with a smile to Pan Shouchen.
Pan Shouchen, as the editor-in-chief of the largest newspaper in the capital, naturally knows a lot about the influential figures in the capital.
I know that Jin Yanxi is the son of Prime Minister Jin Quan, who has always been idle, eating, drinking and having fun. How can such a dandy write any good articles?
He deliberately kept Jin Yanxi out, but after thinking about it, he finally wanted to give Jin Quan some face. Otherwise, there will be a lot of inconvenience in filing reports in the future.
"Okay. But I've been too busy with work these days, so I may have to wait a few days before I can read Master Jin's masterpiece." Pan Shouchen said with a smile, just to delay the change.
If Xiang Nan is just hot-headed, if he delays it for a few days, he may forget about it; if Xiang Nan insists on publishing it, if he delays it for a few days, he may be impatient and choose another newspaper.
Xiang Nan was so smart that he immediately saw through his thoughts and hurriedly smiled and said, "Editor Pan, I will only delay you for five minutes. You can read my manuscript first. If it doesn't work, just refuse, and I won't give you a second thought."
Seeing this, Pan Shouchen couldn't help but nodded, took the manuscript, and started reading.
At first glance, he noticed Xiang Nan's words.
Honestly speaking, this handwriting is really good.
He originally thought that a dandy like Xiang Nan, who had no knowledge or skills, would be weak and boneless when writing, and might even crawl like a dog.
But I didn't expect that Xiang Nan's calligraphy was strong and powerful, penetrating into the wood. It was really good, and even compared with the famous names in the world.
This couldn't help but make his eyes light up and left a good impression.
…
Pan Shouchen then looked at the article and saw that it was about martial arts.
Since Pingjiang Buxiaosheng wrote "The Legend of Jianghu Qixia", martial arts have become popular all over the world, attracting many readers and becoming very popular.
Seeing this, many authors have followed suit. But well-written ones are rare.
Pan Shouchen originally thought that Xiang Nan's article was just a follow-up work.
But from the first glance until he finished reading the manuscript, his eyes never left the manuscript.
"Editor Pan, how did my manuscript go?" Xiang Nan asked with a smile.
"This...this...this...is this manuscript really written by Master Jin?" Pan Shouchen looked at Xiang Nan and asked in surprise.
"What do you call this? It's just a martial arts article. How can I plagiarize it?" Xiang Nan pretended to be angry.
"Yes, yes, yes, I made a mistake. Master Jin, please forgive me." Pan Shouchen waved his hand quickly.
"There's no need to say this. I just want to ask you, how is my book?" Xiang Nan waved his hand and looked into Pan Shouchen's eyes.
"Good, I have nothing to say, it's really good." Pan Shouchen praised repeatedly.
He has read more than ten thousand volumes, and has read countless good books. He was reading with gusto just now and couldn't let go of the volume. If he were an ordinary reader, he would be even more obsessed.
"In that case, if my article is to be published in your newspaper, there shouldn't be any problem, right?" Xiang Nan asked again.
"That's natural, I can't ask for it." Pan Shouchen said with a smile.
In order to boost sales, newspapers during the Republic of China often invited well-known writers to serialize their stories to attract people to buy them.
"Then how much royalties are you willing to pay?" Xiang Nan asked.
Pan Shouchen was stunned for a moment, then he calculated it and said, "To be honest with you, Master Jin, the current price of a thousand words for an ordinary manuscript is three yuan. With your status, Master Jin, and because your work is so wonderful, I am willing to give you a thousand words." How about the price of six yuan?"
Xiang Nan nodded after hearing this.
Today's literary giant Lu Xun's manuscript fee is only eight yuan per thousand words; Zhang Henshui, the number one writer in the Republic of China, is only ten yuan per thousand words.
Pan Shouchen was willing to offer him a new person at a price of six yuan per thousand words, which was indeed very kind.
"How many words can Mr. Jin write every day? Our Beijing Times is a daily newspaper, and the serialization cannot be interrupted. Each issue must be at least 3,000 words." Pan Shouchen added.
He was worried that Xiang Nan spent three days fishing and two days drying nets. If the young master lost his temper halfway through the series and refused to continue writing, they would be in trouble.
"Don't worry, I can write at least 20,000 words a day, and I will never leave you an empty window." Xiang Nan said with a smile, "I, Jin Yanxi, always talk about my words, so you don't have to worry about me lying to you."
"Yes, yes, yes, I have heard that Mr. Jin keeps his integrity and keeps his promises." Pan Shoushen nodded, then kept the manuscript and paid Xiang Nan a royal remuneration of three hundred yuan.
"Master Jin, here are the three hundred yuan. Please count them." He said with a smile.
"It's just a small amount of money. What else do you want? I can trust Editor Pan." Xiang Nan waved his hand and put the money into his pocket. "I'll say goodbye for now. I'll see you another day."
When Pan Shouchen saw that Xiang Nan was so understated about the huge sum of three hundred yuan, he couldn't help feeling that he was a rich man after all, and his courage was indeed extraordinary.
…
Xiang Nan left the Beijing Times and immediately took a foreign car to Liulichang.
In two days, it will be Jin Quan's birthday. He wanted to buy an antique to celebrate his father's birthday.
In the play, Jin Yanxi didn't take Jin Quan's birthday to heart at all. Not only did she arrive late, but she didn't prepare a single gift, and she didn't pay as much attention to it as Jin Meili.
Xiang Nan would naturally not do such stupid things.
While walking around, I suddenly heard someone shouting from behind, "Yanxi~"
Xiang Nan turned around and saw that it was the fifth sister Jin Minzhi and the sixth sister Jin Runzhi.
"Hey, Fifth Sister, Sixth Sister, why are you here?" He quickly went up to greet them and said with a smile.
"The day after tomorrow is my father's birthday, and we want to prepare a birthday gift for him." Jin Minzhi said with a smile, "I think, with your careless personality, you must have forgotten it."
"How is it possible? I came here to prepare a gift for my father." Xiang Nan waved his hand and smiled.
"Since you are filial, let's go together." Jin Runzhi said, and then the three siblings started shopping.
