Lin Xiaoguang remembers a short story about Zheng Banqiao.
One day, Zheng Banqiao went to a teahouse to drink tea. The boss saw that he was wearing ordinary clothes, so he told him to "sit down" and then told the waiter to "have tea."
Zheng Banqiao was about to take a seat. A guest next to him saw it and chatted: "Looking at that gentleman's temperament, he should be a learned man!" When the boss heard this, he immediately changed his mind and said to him, "Please sit down!" and then said to the waiter.
: "Tea!"
At this time, a man who knew Zheng Banqiao came over and said hello to him. Upon hearing this, the owner of the teahouse realized that it was the famous Mr. Zheng and immediately came forward: "Mr. Zheng is here today. My humble house is really full of glory. Come on soon."
Hurry up! Mr. Zheng, please take a seat and serve good tea, the best tea in our store to Mr. Zheng." The waiter immediately understood.
After tea, the boss asked Zheng Banqiao to leave his calligraphy treasure.
So, after Zheng Banqiao smiled, he wrote a couplet. The first couplet is, sit down, please sit down, please take a seat, and the second couplet is, tea, serve tea, serve good tea.
Lin Xiaoguang felt that Zhong Wenzhang at this time was like a teahouse owner.
When we met for the first time, because we were not familiar with each other, we just called him Mr. Lin, without any intention of getting close to him. It was just a simple courtesy. After we got acquainted with each other, we called him Xiaoguang as a friend. Since we were equals, we were already quite close.
In the end, the two chatted happily, and they hated meeting each other so late, so they called them Chang'an brothers.
Since ancient times, literati have looked down upon each other, but once they become good friends or even confidants, they will cherish each other.
Lin Xiaoguang and Zhong Wenzhang just met over dinner and didn't know each other deeply. Although they didn't feel sympathy for each other yet, they respected each other and even appreciated each other.
It is too common for literati to be called brothers and sisters.
Chang'an Jun is Lin Xiaoguang's pen name, so Zhong Wenzhang respectfully calls him Brother Chang'an. This has nothing to do with age, but just his attainments in martial arts novels. Those who are masters come first, while the latter feel inferior, so they are humble.
The same goes for Lin Xiaoguang. While others are modest, he can't show off his nose and face. He also calls Zhong Wenzhang respectfully as Brother Lingyun.
Lingyun is Zhong Wenzhang’s pen name.
When Lin Xiaoguang saw the money, he was not polite and accepted it directly. He received a thick stack of banknotes and couldn't be more satisfied. He felt more and more comfortable: "Brother Lingyun, you really let me see through the eyes."
It has been almost a year since I was reborn, and I finally made my first money. It was only 1,800 yuan, which really embarrassed the senior reborn people.
Zhong Wenzhang shook his head and chuckled: "It's not about me, it's about the royalties."
On the side, Fu Qingtong watched Brother Chang'an coming and Brother Lingyun leaving. They were all very formal, just like the singers in Peking Opera. They were weird and quite funny: "Hey, can you two stop being like this? We are so tired of hearing this.
Well, others thought they were sour scholars in ancient times."
The two of them suddenly realized that they almost forgot that this was a public place and not at home.
Lin Xiaoguang thought about the truth-clarification discussions these days, and thought about Zhong Wenzhang's identity, and suddenly his heart moved: "Brother Wen, when you return to Peking this time, I'm afraid you are not just paying me the manuscript fee, right?"
"That's right."
Zhong Wenzhang nodded: "There is a second task, to get the manuscript."
"Isn't it? Three thousand words are not enough for you to serialize? Three thousand a day is enough for a hundred days?"
"Aren't you afraid that you will delay the manuscript?" Zhong Wenzhang was also a little embarrassed.
"This manuscript of yours is becoming more and more important. "Heroes" has been serialized for more than half a month, and the plot is gradually getting better. During this period, the sales volume of the newspaper has increased steadily. Although the increase is very small, compared with the past, it can definitely be "
The entire editorial department attaches great importance to the contribution of "Heroes", so..."
He didn't say anything else later, and Lin Xiaoguang could guess it, so Hong Kong Commercial Daily wanted to have a good relationship with him.
You know, it is not uncommon for a newspaper to rise because of a novel or a writer. For example, Ming Pao became well-known to the people of Hong Kong because of its serialization of Jin Yong’s martial arts novels. Later, it was even more so because of the middle ground of running the newspaper.
He stood out and is now a giant in the Hong Kong newspaper industry.
"Okay, you can come and get it from me another day." Lin Xiaoguang nodded directly and agreed.
"Great." After completing a task, Zhong Wenzhang was also a little happy, and said another thing: "I don't think I have time to come here next time. I will remit money from Hong Kong to Peking. Then you can go directly to the bank to collect the money and overseas remittances.
certificate."
"OK."
Overseas remittance certificates are rare, but there are quite a few in Dongguang.
A family of several people, forced to make a living, has elders who go to work in Hong Kong and earn Hong Kong dollars. They then remit money from Hong Kong. The family members can go to the bank to collect RMB and receive a remittance certificate for the corresponding amount.
When Hong Kong dollars are converted into RMB, there is an exchange rate standard, which changes every year.
Overseas remittance certificates are, to put it bluntly, somewhat similar to foreign exchange certificates.
However, there are differences. The circulation of the former is very small, not in the same order of magnitude as the latter. The eras in which the two live are even more different. The former was active before the reform and opening up, and was later replaced by the widely used foreign exchange coupons that began to circulate in 1980, and eventually
It was discontinued in 1995.
After everything was said and done, the meal was already finished and it was time to leave.
When I was checking out, an interesting thing happened.
Zhong Wenzhang boasted that he was the host and took the initiative to pay the bill, but Fu Qingtong asked Lin Xiaoguang to pay. The reason was that he made money today, a lot of money, more than everyone sitting here combined, so he must
He asked.
Lin Xiaoguang was very surprised that he hadn't made Teacher Fu angry recently, why did she act like she was beating up the rich?
He suddenly thought of the strange look in her eyes and inexplicable smile she had given him before coming here today, and he suddenly realized that she had planned it before.
"Just pay the bill, I made money today, it doesn't matter."
But in the end, Zhong Wenzhang insisted on settling the bill. In his words, he was a clerk with a formal job and a petty bourgeoisie, while Lin Xiaoguang was a poor student without a job and a proletariat. There was no reason for the proletariat to hire the bourgeoisie.
Have a meal.
"Next time, next time, next time please."
Seeing him being so polite, Lin Xiaoguang felt helpless and felt quite comfortable. As expected, Brother Wen was very polite and thoughtful and had emotional intelligence.
This meal costs more than 30 yuan, which is higher than some people's monthly salary. In other words, in future generations, this meal will cost more than 5,000 to 6,000 yuan.
This made Lin Xiaoguang secretly click his tongue.
I thought I was a rich man just now, but I am so rich that I can't survive even a month with 1,800 yuan and eating Peking roast duck every meal.
So, he made up his mind and kept working hard to make money by copying books.
When we returned, it was already dark and the four of us were walking together.
After arriving at the east gate of Peking University, Lin Xiaoguang wanted to send Yang Lan back to his dormitory and had to say goodbye to Brother Wen and Teacher Fu.
Seeing the two of them leaving together and disappearing into the night, Lin Xiaoguang's heart ached. As the saying goes, you can't have your cake and eat it too, and the same seems to be true for women and brothers.
He had a pleasant chat with Brother Wen, but now he felt a little sad as he watched Brother Wen send Teacher Fu back.
The man is unmarried and the woman is unmarried. No matter whether they are dating or not, who knows whether Brother Wen is interested in Teacher Fu or whether Teacher Fu is interested in Brother Wen. No matter who of the two has this idea, it will not matter to him.
Not a good thing to say.
Time waits for no one. It is hard to say whether Mr. Fu will get married in the next four years.
"You can't date someone in college. At least I have to wait for more than three years!" Lin Xiaoguang looked up at the bright moon, feeling very sad.
In the dark night, Yang Lan grabbed his sleeve and walked side by side, very close to each other. Suddenly she heard him sighing in a low voice, so she asked: "Cousin, what did you just say? Why wait three years?"
"I said I'd wait for you for three years and we'd go to the United States to study together."