Chapter 257 Is acting interesting for your family?
At the broadcast station of the General Iron and Steel Plant, Lu Xiaorong was writing a manuscript with a pen in his hand.
However, what she is writing now is not a broadcast script, but the three-body story she heard from Shen Lin, and then she processes it herself.
Lu Xiaorong has already sent the 200,000-word opening chapter of The Three-Body Problem to Fantasy World Magazine, but the magazine has not yet responded.
Lu Xiaorong is not in a hurry, she is confident in her own skills. No, it should be said that she is confident in the story she wrote.
Originally, Lu Xiaorong felt that her novel The Wandering Earth was powerful enough, but after Shen Lin wrote the three-body story, she felt that this novel was more attractive.
I don’t know how Shen Lin’s head grew, and how he could have so many fantastic ideas.
As if to match her good mood, the sunshine today was particularly good, warm and exuding the smell of new cotton.
Lu Xiaorong, who was infinitely satisfied in his heart, his whole face was filled with a kind of love that could not be concealed. That kind of love is like the warm sunshine, making people comfortable and peaceful.
Letting his thoughts run wild, Lu Xiaorong suddenly thought of last night and her husband's performance. He smiled unconsciously, his face suddenly turned red, and he blurted out involuntarily: "Bad guy!"
"Xiaorong, who are you scolding here!" A teasing voice sounded in Lu Xiaorong's ears.
Looking at Li Xiaoli who was walking over with a cup, Lu Xiaorong said with a smile: "I didn't scold you, hehe, I... I wrote a bad guy, so I couldn't help scolding you!"
Li Xiaoli looked at the pile of manuscript paper written by Lu Xiaorong, touched her forehead and said: "Oh, I have written so much, let me look at it later."
"No problem, I will write it for you in a while." Lu Xiaorong stroked his somewhat hot face and secretly told himself that he could not lose his composure like this again.
Just as the two people were talking, Leng Qingguang walked in. He was holding a large envelope in his hand.
"Lu Xiaorong, your letter is from Science Fiction World." Leng Qingguang handed the envelope to Lu Xiaorong as he spoke.
Although his expression was dull, he looked at the big envelope closely, obviously expecting Lu Xiaorong to open it.
Before Lu Xiaorong could take it, Li Xiaoli had already snatched it up and said: "Xiaorong, you are so good at writing articles, so let us do the rough work like opening things."
While talking, Li Xiaoli picked up the scissors on her desk and cut open the large envelope. The first thing that caught Li Xiaoli's eyes was an issue of Science Fiction World magazine.
The first line of the magazine cover reads in red letters: The latest masterpiece by the author of The Wandering Earth!
"Xiao Rong, your work has been published again, it's amazing!"
When Leng Qingguang got the mail, although he had already made some assumptions in his mind, he still admired the beautifully printed magazine.
These days, he has been secretly working hard to turn his handwriting into printed characters. Unfortunately, his efforts these days have not had any obvious results.
Lu Xiaorong took the magazine and saw that his own works were clearly written on the first line of the catalog page, and Lu Xiaorong and Shen Lin were written in the author column.
Lu Xiaorong was stunned when she saw these two names. Because when she sent the manuscript behind Shen Lin's back, the author's section clearly stated that Shen Lin was the first author.
Why is Shen Lin behind him instead?
"Xiao Rong, you and your wife are so loving. When you write something yourself, you have to add your husband's name in the author column, tsk tsk." Li Xiaoli also saw the author's name on the magazine and said with emotion.
Leng Qingguang, who was standing on one side, had also woken up from his annoyance.
He immediately coughed and said, "Xiao Rong, originally I shouldn't have said this."
"As a big brother, I still want to remind you that although you wrote this work, what I want to tell you is that you must respect this work."
"I know you want to share your fame with Shen Lin, but aren't you destroying the seriousness of literature?"
Lu Xiaorong looked at Leng Qingguang who came online, and really didn't know what to say at this time.
She quickly explained: "Webmaster Leng, Shen Lin and I really came up with this story together, and Shen Lin is the main..."
"Xiao Rong, it's not like I don't know about Shen Lin's situation. Let me tell you, I have no doubt that Shen Lin can make money."
"But if you want to say that Shen Lin can write these things, let alone me, if you ask anyone in our factory, they won't believe it."
Li Xiaoli chuckled and said: "The deputy webmaster is right, Xiao Rong, you don't have to put a halo on your husband. Shen Lin is a man of great influence!"
While talking, Li Xiaoli picked up the list again, glanced at it, and screamed.
"Li Xiaoli, can you stop making such a fuss!" As the deputy station director, Leng Qingguang leads few people, but he is one of the leaders of the radio station after all.
Li Xiaoli's blustering behavior made him very dissatisfied. Whenever big things happen, you need to be calm and have an attitude when dealing with others.
Li Xiaoli couldn't care so much and screamed: "One thousand yuan, Webmaster Leng, look, this is Xiaorong's royalties."
"One thousand yuan! It's true, twenty for a thousand words, this..." Leng Qingguang looked at the remittance slip in front of him, not knowing what to say.
One thousand yuan, this figure, was like a sledgehammer hitting his head firmly.
As one of the talented people of the main factory, it is not that Leng Qingguang has never published anything, but most of them are tofu pieces of less than a thousand words.
The most he ever received in royalties was ten yuan.
And Lu Xiaorong has now received thousands of yuan in royalties.
"Xiao Rong, how many manuscripts have you sent over there? Why are the manuscript fees so high?" Li Xiaoli asked curiously.
"I...I sent about fifty thousand words." Lu Xiaorong said softly.
Li Xiaoli looked at the remittance slip in her hand and seemed to suddenly think of something. She quickly handed the remittance slip to Lu Xiaorong and said: "Xiaorong, put it away quickly. If you drop it, you won't be able to compensate me even if you sell me." rise."
Looking at Li Xiaoli who looked cautious, Lu Xiaorong smiled and took the things over.
At this moment, I heard someone shouting from below: "Xiao Rong."
Hearing this voice, Lu Xiaorong hurriedly said: "Stationmaster, Xiaoli, Shen Lin is here to take me home."
While talking, Lu Xiaorong packed up his things and walked downstairs with his handbag in hand.
"One thousand yuan, my monthly salary is only forty-six, and I can't save this amount in three years. Xiaorong's income is so enviable!" Li Xiaoli lay on the table, looking deeply shocked. .
"She is a ray of light. I find that I can't catch up with her!"
Leng Qingguang didn't answer, but he sighed in his heart, the money Lu Xiaorong earns now is nothing, the money her husband earns these days is enviable!
