"Youth Digest" has grown bigger and stronger, developing into more than 20 cities across the country where dozens of universities are located.
The representatives were more convinced of Lin Xiaoguang on two points.
First, his literary talent is relatively good. Even literature majors in the Chinese Department of Peking University, such as Zha Jianying and Huang Ziping, admit that Lin Xiaoguang is very talented and is no worse than them.
Secondly, he does things strategically and tactically, and at the same time he is able to seek common ground while reserving differences, uniting so many people together.
One bad thing is that he is timid and cautious in reviewing manuscripts, and only selects articles that are not too out of the ordinary.
This made some students who wanted to cause trouble feel a little unhappy.
However, the representatives have a consensus that "Youth Digest" is still very weak. If it wants to become bigger and stronger, it must keep up with the Youth League Committee's ideological pace to avoid some regrettable things, so it is relatively strict in this aspect.
But recognition is one thing, testing the bottom line is another.
That’s why the December issue focuses on political lyric poetry.
This is a little trial.
Lin Xiaoguang knew this, and since Ding Kangmei, a big brother in the courtyard, had the whole story, he reserved his objections. Seeing that he could not stop it, he just went with the flow.
However, he felt that these people were seeking death, and he wanted to quit.
But it’s not certain when to quit.
After the December issue is released, the January issue needs to be prepared and edited.
He was busy creating and filling the holes he had dug before. At this moment, Zhong Wenzhang came to visit again.
"Xiaoguang, I have to leave."
"Brother Wen, you come and go in a hurry." Lin Xiaoguang suddenly remembered the song "Swords Are Like Dreams". He came in a hurry and left in a hurry. When will we meet again.
"There is nothing I can do. If the leader just talks, the subordinates will lose their legs."
Lin Xiaoguang felt that this guy was very suspicious. He went back to Peiping twice, too deliberately. The first time he came, in May, the All-China Federation of Literary and Art Circles was about to hold a plenary session. This time, in December, the Central Committee Plenary Session of the Party was about to be held.
This can't help but make people think too much.
He thought deeply and said, "Although I know that you did not come here just for me, but that you have a very important mission, I still thank you for coming to Tsinghua to see me and tell me the good news."
He stared into Zhong Wenzhang's eyes, very sincerely.
Zhong Wenzhang had no choice but to stop and said, "Xiaoguang, please stop testing me. I won't tell you."
Lin Xiaoguang narrowed his eyes.
When Brother Wen came to Tsinghua to look for him a few days ago, he tried to test him out, but unfortunately the slippery Brother Wen dropped the subject. Today he tried again, and unexpectedly he admitted it directly, but still refused to say anything.
But this was enough for him, so that was enough.
"Okay, I won't ask anymore." He chuckled lightly: "Brother Wen, as I said last time, let's forget about publishing for the time being. I'll worry about the radio broadcast copyright."
"Yes, I know." Zhong Wenzhang nodded: "Do you have anything else to explain?"
"Gone."
Lin Xiaoguang walked along the road and heard the buzzing of pigeons flying in the sky. He suddenly turned around and said to him: "I can rest assured that you are doing something."
Zhong Wenzhang was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
After a long time, he stopped laughing, regained his composure, and said seriously: "Actually, I have good news to tell you."
"What's the good news?" It was a bit cold, Lin Xiaoguang tightened his scarf.
"It's a long story."
Zhong Wenzhang sighed: "There was a dispute in the newspaper office before. At that time, the Commercial Daily was desperate and proposed to restore the supplement. Many people opposed this matter, but the editor-in-chief fully supported it and finally restored it. Many people are worried. Now the policy
It is clear that it is right to restore the supplement."
"So? My good deeds have something to do with this?" Lin Xiaoguang listened carefully.
"In the past seven months, the sales volume of Commercial Daily has tripled, which has expanded the influence of Commercial Daily. Everyone at the newspaper is very grateful to you. The editor-in-chief asked me to convey my gratitude to you, so I decided to increase your remuneration." Zhong Wenzhang said with a smile.
With.
The impact of this incident was big enough, and it took three seconds for Lin Xiaoguang to come back to his senses.
It was a good thing to increase the remuneration. He really never thought that the Commercial Daily would take the initiative to mention this matter, but his attention was not on it. He looked at Zhong Wenzhang blankly: "Brother Wen, the editor-in-chief of your company knows about me.
Yes? When did you tell him?"
"Just these two days."
"Brother Wen, you are trying to kill me."
"Xiaoguang, I'm not afraid of the reform and opening up, so what are you afraid of?" Zhong Wenzhang was not worried at all.
"Can that be the same?"
Seeing that his face turned pale and he was so frightened, Zhong Wenzhang couldn't stop joking and said: "Actually, the editor-in-chief wanted to see you, but I didn't agree. I just said that Mr. Chang'an is from the mainland and it is inconvenient."
, he didn’t ask for anything more, he just said he would give you an increase in your royalties.”
After listening, Lin Xiaoguang breathed a sigh of relief: "I was scared to death."
Then, he asked: "How much will it increase?"
"It's not much, so I'll double it, sixty per thousand words, and I'll settle at this price this time." Zhong Wenzhang looked at him with interest.
Lin Xiaoguang immediately began to settle accounts. He had submitted the manuscript three times with a total of 900,000 words, and there were still 2.3 million words left. Sixty thousand words, which is 138,000 Hong Kong dollars, nearly 70,000 Hong Kong dollars more than before.
"Your editor-in-chief is quite courageous." He gave a thumbs up and had to sigh that it was really hard for the Business Daily to win over him.
"Okay, don't sigh. Just remember our Commercial Daily, the editor-in-chief, and how good I am to you. Cooperate with us more in the future. Don't think about going to Mingpao to find Daxia Jin all day long. He is very picky." Zhong Wenzhang said.
Wave your hands.
"Brother Wen, don't worry, I know we are our own people." Lin Xiaoguang smiled.
"Okay, give me the manuscript. I will contact you via telegram regarding the copyright. The next time we meet is after the new year. I wish you a happy New Year and goodbye!" Zhong Wenzhang waved his hand and left with a thick stack of manuscripts.
"Happy New Year to you too, goodbye!" Lin Xiaoguang watched him leave.
Entering the twelfth lunar month, 1979 has arrived.
A few days after Zhong Wenzhang left, Lin Xiaoguang went to the bank to collect the remittance, which was RMB 3,600. This was the fourth draft fee of 300,000 words, which was 18,000 Hong Kong dollars, converted according to the official exchange rate.
After receiving the royalties and waiting for new news, the final exam was approaching and he began to review.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and the air is very dry. It may be that he has been eating better recently and his body is stronger, so he often gets nosebleeds.
He completed the three-day final exam with toilet paper stuffed in his nostrils.
The same goes for editing the January issue of Youth Digest.
After the exam, the students put down their books and got into intense editing work to prepare for publication.
However, it is still difficult to determine the main work.
On New Year's Day, two major events occurred. The first was the establishment of diplomatic relations between China and the United States, which had an unprecedented impact. The second was the country's "Message to Taiwan Compatriots" issued to Taiwan, proposing the policy of peaceful reunification and advocating the implementation of three direct links across the Taiwan Straits.
Not to mention the former, the students have different opinions on the latter, but without exception they all want to join in the fun.
Seeing that he couldn't find any works that caught people's attention, Zha Jianying suggested focusing on the poem "Nostalgia" written by Yu Guangzhong.
There are also objections.
Lin Xiaoguang could not think of any other poem that described the homesickness of Taiwanese travelers that was more touching than "Nostalgia", so he could not copy the poem but could only copy other novels and prose.
He then thought of such a novel, "Nuan Nuan" by Cai Zhiheng.
Although it is a novel, it is still feasible to adapt it and write a short story of several thousand words.
The background of the era is at the turn of the millennium. When written now, it has a kind of association and science fiction color, such as the summer camp for students in the two provinces and cities of Peking, Taiwan.