"Who? It's so early in the morning." Lin Xiaoguang rolled his eyes helplessly, got up and dressed, and then opened the door.
"Xiaoguang, it's me. This is the manuscript fee for "Kunlun", 27,000 yuan. In addition, this is the bank account you asked me to open. There are 426,000 yuan in it. I gave it to you. You go
Let's take a look at the bank." As soon as he entered the door, Zhong Wenzhang looked around the room and threw a lot of things on the table.
"Brother Wen, are you serious? As for running away so early in the morning?" He was helpless.
"If you let me go, I won't be able to sleep well."
Zhong Wenzhang took a breath and continued: "The agency issued a transfer order this morning, transferring me to the provincial newspaper Dongguang Daily, and I was required to report back within five days. I didn't want to go back, so I decided to get the Xiangjiang ID card today.
I’ll look for work in the afternoon.”
"How did you find this place?" Lin Xiaoguang was surprised.
"I went to your company, took out my work permit, and found a comrade in the organizational personnel department, and then I found out." Zhong Wenzhang sat down on the chair.
"Why do you need a Xiangjiang ID card?" Lin Xiaoguang started to put on his shoes.
"Xiaoguang, I told you not to look at me through colored glasses." Zhong Wenzhang hesitated before speaking.
"Tell me, you still don't believe my people?"
"I don't want to go back to the mainland. I want to stay in Hong Kong, get a wife and have children here. It's not that I like money, I just don't like being left behind. Economic backwardness can be tolerated, but ideological backwardness, I really can't stand it anymore," Zhong Wenzhang said.
As he spoke, he exploded.
"Let's just talk about my parents. They hold the idea of their parents' orders and matchmaking all day long. They are more feudal than the old feudal society. How can a socialist country be like them?"
"Brother Wen, do you like a local woman from Xiangjiang?"
Zhong Wenzhang was a little surprised, but nodded: "I like a mixed-race British woman. Her father is British and her mother is Chinese. She is an illegitimate daughter and cannot be on the stage. Now she is a policeman. I took her to see her.
Parents, but my parents don’t agree and insist that Qingtong and I get married. If I plan to marry Ruan Ruan, I must apply for a Xiangjiang ID card.”
"Let me put it bluntly, your parents are the ones who will always be good to you, and your wife is the only person who can spend your life with you. Your parents can't choose, but your wife can."
Lin Xiaoguang looked at him: "The only question is, have you identified her?"
"Of course, we have been living together for three years. The most important thing is that she is pregnant."
"You are awesome, I support you."
"Your words are enough. I am so lucky to know a brother like you." Zhong Wenzhang smiled and felt very emotional.
"Me too."
"Xiaoguang, do you want to apply for an ID card too?"
These days, it is still very simple to get a Xiangjiang ID card. Enter the city, that is, south of Boundary Street, go to the household registration department, and you can apply for a legal Xiangjiang ID card in an open and honest manner. The application process is also very simple, just take a photo and register the basic information.
, a local guarantees it, pays the money, and then waits to receive the certificate.
This was the hold-back policy implemented by the British Hong Kong government. It started in November 1974 and ended in October 1980. After that, it became a make-up-and-fix policy. If any stowaways were caught, they would be immediately repatriated to the mainland.
The current barrier policy will end in less than a month. If you want to become a Hong Kong resident in the future, the conditions will become very strict. For example, you must have lived in Hong Kong for more than seven years, have a stable and legal job, and three years.
More than one Xiangjiang local person jointly signed the guarantee.
At this time, the Hong Kong ID card is quite tempting. On the Guangdong-Hong Kong border, and even across the country, how many people want to sneak across, and how many people die on the border and on the sea trying to escape Hong Kong.
But Lin Xiaoguang still shook his head: "I'd better forget it and talk about it later."
"But, Brother Wen, if you want to apply for an ID card, go quickly. I heard that the British Hong Kong government's policy is going to change."
"Okay, then I'll go now." Zhong Wenzhang walked out, took a step and then turned back and said: "Xiaoguang, if you don't go to work, go out to play. Qingtong is not here, I will take you to visit Xiangjiang."
Lin Xiaoguang shook his head: "Let's go shopping after we finish our business. Brother Wen, I have something I want to ask you."
"What's up?"
"If you don't work at the Xiangjiang Commercial Daily anymore, I'll contribute articles to other newspapers. That's no problem, right?"
"This? Although I don't think there is any problem, but if you still submit articles under the name Chang'an Jun, it will be difficult for the editor-in-chief to explain. If he knows that you submit articles to other newspapers, he will definitely go crazy."
"But the supplement of Xiangjiang Commercial Daily is already serializing "Kunlun". Are there other pages that will serialize my other novels?"
"Of course not."
"Is it possible for Wen Wei Po and Ta Kung Pao to serialize my novel?"
"Definitely not, they are so strict."
"Then it's over." Lin Xiaoguang smiled: "Just wait for me, I'll pack up right away, and then we go out together."
"Then hurry up!"
Lin Xiaoguang went to wash up, get dressed, took the manuscript with him, and went out with him.
When they reached the intersection, they went directly to the taxi stand, waited for the taxi to arrive, opened the door, sat in the back seat, and then said: "Go to Oriental Daily."
Not far away, Cai Wenjing looked at the two people in front of her and thought they looked familiar. She suddenly remembered that the person on the right was the person who handled the reporting formalities yesterday. She was about to ask him to join the bus to work, but unexpectedly he got into a taxi.
"Taking a taxi is so rich."
In the car, Lin Xiaoguang was thinking about how to interview people from Oriental Daily.
At this time, there were many newspapers in Xiangjiang. There were dozens of newspapers in a land as big as a palm, such as Ming Pao, Oriental Daily, and Sing Tao Daily, and the middle ones also included Ta Kung Pao, Wen Wei Po, and Xiangjiang Commercial Daily.
", there are also small ones like "Zi Lin Xi Bao" and "Hua Zi Daily", and there are even more half-dead ones.
Jin Daxia of Ming Pao was very stingy. He decided how much the manuscript fee would be and could not negotiate. Moreover, writers looked down upon each other. Although Lin Xiaoguang was a copycat, he did not want to lose his prestige as a later writer.
The first choice is, of course, Oriental Daily, which is run by businessmen.
When he arrived at his destination, he paid the fare, got off the bus with Zhong Wenzhang, and went straight to the office building where Oriental Daily was located.
After entering, after briefly asking about the location of the editor-in-chief's office, a male staff member asked: "Sir, what do you want to see the editor-in-chief?"
"I am Chang'an Jun, the author of "Heroes", and I want to contribute."
The man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly woke up, his eyes were shining, he grabbed his hand and said: "Really, are you really the Lord of Chang'an?"
"A man can change his name or surname. I am Lord Chang'an. This is Zhong Wenzhang, the editor of Xiangjiang Commercial Daily. It was he who discovered my book. If you don't believe it, you can investigate."
"Hello, Mr. Chang'an, I am a fan of your book, Mingbo." Mingbo's face turned red and he was very excited. After speaking, he ran to the office not far away, ran two steps and came back, grabbed Lin Xiaoguang and walked forward:
"I'm sorry, I lost my temper. Mr. Chang'an, Chief Editor Xu is here. Please follow me."
This scene left Zhong Wenzhang stunned.
"Editor-in-Chief, this is Mr. Chang'an. He came here today to submit articles. Next to him is Zhong Wenzhang, the editor of Xiangjiang Commercial Daily. He can testify." Mingbo didn't knock on the door, but pushed it open. No one was seen when he opened the door.
Just speak directly, which shows how urgent I feel.
Editor-in-chief Xu Jixin immediately frowned when he said this.
But the next moment, when he heard Mingbo's explanation clearly, the expression on his face suddenly changed, and he looked in disbelief. He looked at the two people at the door and walked over quickly.
"Hello, Mr. Chang'an, I'm glad to meet you! You are very welcome to contribute."