Backtracking to the Age of Literature and Art

Chapter 496 A Story Line (Second Change)

There are 250 books in total, and I just opened them one by one to see if there are any handwritten words in them. In fact, the workload is not too big.

However, Yu Dong hoped that the amount of tasks would be larger, because this would prove that there would be more handwritings of Mr. Chang to be found.

It's a pity that the reality is always very skinny. After spending more than an hour, Yu Dong turned over more than 100 books, of which only seven or eight were found in Mr. Chang's handwriting, and most of the seven or eight books were Some very common impressions after reading, or notes that I can't understand.

Taking out these books separately, when Yu Dong was about to continue reading, Cheng Yanqiu reminded from the side: "Sister Hong asked us to have dinner at night, it's almost six o'clock, it's time to go."

Yu Dong nodded, "Well, I'll put away these flipped books first."

He looked at the living room, there were books on the sofa and the dining table, and he sighed: "I still have to go to Luoyuan, otherwise it's really hard to use it."

Cheng Yanqiu said with a smile: "But this time I have added a lot of books to the Wangqiu Pavilion. I don't know when it will be filled."

"Wangqiu Pavilion looks big, but it can't actually hold too many books. The grids and shelves are scattered, and it probably won't take long to fill it up."

The two put away the books they had read, and then went to Yu Hua's house, where the meal happened to be ready and served on the table.

Seeing Yu Dong and the others coming, Yu Hua joked, "You two have good noses, you came over as soon as this dish was served."

Yu Dong ignored him, and said to Chen Hong who was still cooking: "Sister-in-law, how can I finish eating so many dishes, don't be so busy, come and have dinner together."

"How can there be any dishes? I'll fry two more vegetarian dishes. You can drink first."

Yu Hua also greeted, "Sit down, sit down, there's no one else, and I called Zhang Xian and Xiaohu, neither of them are free."

"It's a big weekend, why aren't they free?" Mo Yan asked.

Bi Feiyu smiled and answered, "Xiaohu has gone to Shanghai, Mr. Zhang, here is a friend."

The two of them didn't come, but Yu Dong had expected it. Ruan Xiaohu was now running to Shanghai every now and then, and Li Yu was a senior and busy, so he didn't have time to come to Jinling, so he had to go to Shanghai more often.

As for Zhang Xian, entertaining friends today is both a private and a business matter, and Huang Weiruo, a teacher of Chinese opera, came here.

Zhang Xian wanted to invite Huang Weiruo to Jinyi, but he couldn't figure out what Huang Weiruo was thinking, so he just invited Huang Weiruo to Jinyi, so he did not bring Yudong and the others.

In fact, Yu Dong was not very optimistic about this matter. Zhang Xian was able to come to Jinyi at that time because he was still young. He could not only get a high position by coming to Jinyi, but also build a department around his teaching philosophy step by step.

Huang Weiruo is different. Huang Weiruo is already in his early fifties this year and has been working in Chinese opera for several years. It is not easy for him to come from Chinese opera.Furthermore, since he came here, he was also subordinate to Zhang Xian, and it was impossible for Jin Yi to promise him more.

Jinyi has been in the limelight in the past two years, especially the drama creation major. Although it has only been opened for a few years, it has already produced many excellent works.Moreover, the development of Jinyi Xichuang is predictable, because Jinyi is backed by Deep Space Company.

But even so, Jinyi is not as attractive to these teachers as China Opera.

But whether it can be done or not, Zhang Xian is definitely going to try it, maybe it will be done?

At this moment, Yu Hua took out two bottles of Moutai from the cabinet, and put them on the table with a bang, quite imposing.

Everyone was surprised when they saw that he took out two bottles of Moutai. Bi Feiyu joked, "Why, have you made a fortune? Drinking such good wine, the days are numbered?"

"Not to mention, I really made a fortune." Yu Hua smiled and opened the wine bottle, "Didn't Yu Dong say that "To Live" sold well last time, I didn't believe it at the time, thinking he was fooling the reporters, today Yu Yu told me that the manuscript fee was due there recently, and I was shocked when I heard the figures. Damn, I’ve never seen so much money in my life.”

It could be seen that Yu Hua was really happy and swears a few times.

For Yu Hua's overseas works, due to various reasons, it takes time to settle the settlement, so it has been a long time since Deep Space has not settled for them.

During that time, "Xu Sanguan's Tale of Selling Blood" was published in some countries, and "Alive" sold very well, so this time the manuscript fee for Yu Huajie was very large, several million RMB.

To Dong, a few million yuan is of course not much, but to a poor writer like Yu Hua, this is already an astronomical figure.

Although his life became much better after signing with Deep Space, but it was the first time he got so much money all at once.

In fact, Bi Feiyu and Mo Yan also settled royalties this time, although not as much as Yu Hua, but it was definitely a lot of money.But compared to Yu Hua, the two of them were much more low-key.

Seeing Yu Hua so happy, Yu Dong joked with a smile: "Making money is making money, and you can't be constipated in your creation. You can't just rely on "Living" to live in the future."

Yu Hua smiled and said, "Now it's not difficult to live by "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood".

Yu Dong was actually just teasing, he wasn't worried at all that Yu Hua would become lazy in his creation because of the money he made - because, even if he didn't make money, he wasn't too diligent in his creation.

Before "To Live" made him any money, among them, Yu Hua was the poorest, and Yu Hua was the laziest.

Since I have never been diligent, how can I become lazy?

……

When the wine was halfway through, Bi Feiyu suddenly mentioned another matter, "Shall we go to this year's Saint-Malo International Literature Festival? Wang Shuo asked us about it when he was here a few days ago."

"Has he also received an invitation letter?"

Mo Yan nodded: "Well, I got it, listen to what he said, if we go, he will go, if we don't, he will forget it."

"Maybe I want to play cards with you."

"If you don't play cards, what else can you do? During the two days you were away, he lost a lot, thinking about getting back."

Mo Yan shook his head and said with a smile: "If you play this card with us, you won't lose much. His current situation is not about these few hundred dollars."

"I know." Yu Hua nodded, and stopped teasing Wang Shuo.

In fact, they already knew about Wang Shuo.Although Deep Space gave him a copyright fee last time to solve his urgent needs, the foreign debts have not been settled. He now has a lot of creditors in China looking for him.

During the last chat, he also said that he would go to the United States to stay for a few days, saying that he was going to have fun, but in fact it was also to avoid debts.

Wang Shuo's debt is not small, but for such a great writer as him, it is not too much.

If Wang Shuo can be ruthless and stop spending money for a period of time, his books can still receive a lot of royalties and copyright fees, which can definitely cover his own debts.

Yu Dong didn't talk much about Wang Shuo, and brought the topic back to the Saint-Malo International Literature Festival: "It's not yet March, and there are still two or three months before the festival, so who can decide. But I really think that if Feiyu and I don't have time to go, you guys can go there, and it's enough to make a deal."

Yu Hua rolled her eyes, "You really think we're here to play cards, and it's really meaningless because it's just us. By the way, have you started writing that book? When will it be finished?"

"Which book?"

"Which one else could it be, isn't it the one related to semiotics?"

"Oh, that book, it's coming soon."

"Almost finished?"

"We're about to start writing the text."

"Hey." Yu Hua shook his hand at Yu Dong, "Why are you getting slower and slower now?"

"Isn't it because those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black?"

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Bi Feiyu chuckled: "He is scolding us for being inefficient, especially you, Yu Hua, who can't hold a book in a few years. How dare you say that others are slow? He just uses his feet. I can write faster than you, but you still use a computer to write books."

Mo Yan nodded, and also looked at Yu Hua: "Yes, Yu Hua, you are a complete disgrace to modern technology. You can't write anything, so what do you have to buy a computer for? Isn't it a waste of money?"

Yu Hua rolled her eyes, raised her glass, "Drink, drink, why are there so many nonsense."

……

Two bottles of Moutai, four men drank half a bottle, Fu Jing and Chen Hong drank half a bottle together.

After three or two drinks, Yu Dong felt that it was not bad, not even enough for Bo Zui.

After returning home, he looked at the books that hadn't been packed, then sat down and flipped through them one by one.

Cheng Yanqiu didn't come up to help either. She was outside all this time, so she hasn't done any lesson preparation work. Starting tomorrow, her new semester class will start, so she has to hurry up to prepare lessons tonight.

One of the couple is inside and the other is outside, neither disturbing the other, each doing its own thing.

To Yu Dong's surprise, among the remaining more than 100 books, Mr. Chang's handwriting was found in more than a dozen books, and many of them were very useful.

He even found Mr. Chang's account of the woman who gave him "The Besieged City" in "Letter from an Unknown Woman". It turned out that Mr. Chang didn't even know who gave him this book.

At first, when Mr. Chang received "Fortress Besieged", he felt a little happy when he saw the words behind it.Although he loves his wife deeply, being appreciated by the opposite sex makes him feel his own charm.

He even thought hard about who would give him this book, but he couldn't figure it out no matter what. In the end, Mr. Chang laughed at himself, since he was destined to disappoint the other party's love, why bother to find her.

Yu Dong put aside the more than 20 books he had written, and put away all the other books. Then he sat on the sofa and copied Mr. Chang's handwriting word by word.

After finishing writing, he will write the time, number and corresponding book on each manuscript.

When he finished all this and looked at the manuscripts in front of him, something was suddenly connected in his mind to form a story line.

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(End of this chapter)