the longest dream

Chapter 12 Hope
One meal solved the problems in the dormitory.

Early the next morning, Zhang Qing had to put on Liu Long's suit, Li Qiang's new leather shoes, and Zhang Wei's tie under the combined (violent) force of seven people, and went out to meet with the people from the magazine. negotiation.

The seven even covered him up, bragging with people in the hallway of the dormitory, saying that he was going on a blind date.

They all agree with Zhang Qing's words, this news really cannot be spread outside, otherwise Zhang Qing's entire senior year of high school may never be peaceful.

……

"Hello, Mr. Jin Yong, my name is Zhao Qiang, and I am the reviewer, proofreader and editor of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes."

In a breakfast restaurant in Hubu Lane, Zhang Qing met the editor-in-chief who had been appointed in the letter, but he didn't expect it to be such a young girl.

Of course, Zhao Qiang never thought that Jin Yong would be so young, even though he deliberately dressed up... so old and rustic.

Zhang Qing smiled and said, "I'm actually not that old, you can call me Zhang Qing. You are older than me, so I'll call you Sister Zhao."

Zhao Qiang had already sized Zhang Qing up many times, and now when he heard him speak, she felt a little uncomfortable, because although Zhang Qing was young, she spoke decently and was confident, such a person might not be easy to negotiate. .

She came from a family of civil servants, so she knew more or less about these methods.

Zhao Qiang asked with a smile, "Zhang Qing, are you too early?"

This is what Jiangjing City calls breakfast. Zhang Qing smiled, called the waiter, and said, "I want a hot dry noodle." Then he asked Zhao Qiang, "Sister Zhao, what do you eat?"

Zhao Qiang smiled and said, "When you come to Jiangjing City, you must eat hot and dry noodles."

The waiter went to prepare, Zhao Qiang praised: "There are waiters in the breakfast shop in Jiangjing City? It's amazing. Only the bigger restaurants and hotels in Shanghai are like this."

Zhang Qing shook his head and said, "I don't know these things."

Zhao Qiang smiled and said: "You are a writer, of course you have to concentrate on writing. Zhang Qing, did you make it clear in the letter? "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has [-] words, enough to publish a book. It's a good thing, do you have any request?"

Zhang Qing shook his head and said, "No."

"..."

Zhao Qiang laughed and said, "Did you not ask for royalties? Also, do you have any ideas about the print run?"

The money the writer gets is the number of prints multiplied by the royalty rate and then the price, which is the writer's pre-tax income.

Zhang Qing smiled and said: "Sister Zhao, I don't understand these things. Maybe the extension of the negotiation will allow me to get more money, but I really need the money now, so I can do whatever I want, as long as I get the money earlier."

Looking at Zhang Qing's sincere eyes, Zhao Qiang was a little dazed for a moment, not knowing whether he was the one who knew it or the one who couldn't. After hesitating for a while, Zhao Qiang asked, "Can I ask, what do you need money for urgently?" ?"

Aren't all literati shy about making money?
Zhang Qing took out the letter Zhang Lan wrote to him from his pocket, pushed it in front of Zhao Qiang, and said, "My family member is sick, a very serious illness, and I need a sum of money for treatment."

Zhao Qiang hesitated and picked up the letter. You can see the date on the envelope, which is in the middle of last month, not a random idea.

After taking out the letter, seeing the green words on it, it shouldn't be like finding someone to cheat...

And when she finished reading the letter, she was obviously shocked. She didn't expect that Zhang Qing's family would be in such a difficult situation.

In order to save money, his father was unwilling to go for dialysis, and even secretly prepared pesticides...

She was a little suffocated by the tragedy that came from her.

Zhao Qiang looked up at Zhang Qing, and asked after a while, "If you don't have this book, then you..."

Zhang Qing shook his head and said: "Without this book, I would probably have gone home for the funeral by now, and then started to prepare for autumn plowing. So I am very grateful to you, you saved our family's life and changed my destiny. No matter what conditions you offer , I won’t even talk back.”

Zhao Qiang smiled wryly when she heard the words, and said, "Zhang Qing, what do you want me to talk about when you're like this?" After a moment of silence, she said, "Can you show me your teacher? Don't get me wrong, this will involve many things. , I will also explain to my superiors, and my superiors’ superiors will also account to the editor-in-chief. If possible, I will try my best to fight for your interests."

After thinking for a while, Zhang Qing nodded and said, "Okay, I'll make a call now."

Zhao Qiang picked up the bag and said, "Let's go together...after eating."

Just when the waiter came to deliver the noodles, Zhang Qing finished a bowl in a few mouthfuls. Northwesterners are good at eating noodles.

Zhao Qiang was just what she looked like, she seemed to like it very much, but after two mouthfuls, she couldn't swallow it anymore.

Hot and dry noodles are noodles boiled with sesame paste. Those who are not familiar with it are really hard to swallow.

Seeing that Zhang Qing's food was delicious and sweet, but he didn't seem to be full, Zhao Qiang smiled and said, "If you don't think it's dirty, I'll eat it too."

Of course Zhang Qing would not dislike it. It didn't take long for him to eat enough. After he took a few bites and finished eating, he went to the boss to pay the bill.

"I'll come, I'll come, Zhang Qing, I'll..."

Although it was only two yuan, Zhao Qiang, who hadn't snatched Zhang Qing, felt guilty. Zhang Qing shook her head and smiled, "Sister Zhao, it won't be of much use to save these two points now."

The treatment of uremia requires a large amount of money, and a small amount of money is not meaningful, just like yesterday's meal money.

Zhang Qing's family is very poor, but his parents never stingy in doing things. They never think that being poor can take advantage of others with peace of mind. They would rather be stingy with themselves than treat others stingy.

Zhao Qiang was startled when she heard the words, and then put down the wallet in her bag. She was going to give Zhang Qing the meal money...

……

The two went directly to the family building community of No. [-] Middle School in Jiangjing City. Zhang Qing called in the small shop below. Yang Fengmei was dazed when she received the call, and then hurried downstairs.

She didn't listen to Zhang Qing's suggestion to go outside to talk, and asked the two of them to go back to her home.

The house with two bedrooms and one living room is very tidy. Yang Fengmei's tall and thin husband is also there. His surname is Wang and his name is Wang Zhi.

Zhang Qing took the initiative to call "Sir", which made Wang Zhi laugh for a while, and sighed: "Your teacher teaches mathematics, and you poured out this martial arts book, how dare you let her read it?"

Zhang Qing was embarrassed, and Yang Fengmei hurried away: "Go, go, pour us tea." She also disliked Zhang Qing's messy clothes: "What are you wearing messy!"

Wang Zhi had a good temper, and poured tea with a smile on his face.

Yang Fengmei asked Zhao Qiang, "What's going on? Isn't it already published in your magazine? Why are you publishing a book again? Do you want to give you money or..."

Eyes vigilant, scrutiny.

These days, there are too many liars.

Zhao Qiang hurriedly explained: "No, no, there is no need to give us money, we have to give him money, and it will be a big sum. There are many contents in the magazine, and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is only a part of it, so the manuscript fee is not Not too high. Now I am publishing a book for him alone..."

Yang Fengmei was greatly surprised when she heard the words, and said, "Really?!"

Zhao Qiang smiled and said, "The book written by your students is the best work that our magazine has published in the past ten years! This is what our editor-in-chief said."

"Zhang Qing, Zhang Qing!"

Yang Fengmei yelled twice, and tears fell.

Although Zhang Qing didn't cry, he lowered his eyes.

This can be regarded as a survival from a desperate situation.

Thanks to that dream, there is still a sense of unreality in the dream.

Zhao Qiang was also a little touched when she saw such a scene, and she knew it in her heart. She smiled and said, "I'm here to trouble you this time. I mainly want to confirm Zhang Qing's situation. He said he won't negotiate, but just told me about the situation at home. Listen. It’s not that I don’t trust him, the main thing is that I have to explain to the editor-in-chief and the editor-in-chief. If I can get your confirmation, preferably in writing, then I will try my best to get the best royalties for him, maybe more than [-]% Eighth. There may be tens of thousands of differences in a single point.”

Yang Fengmei nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, please worry about it. Xiao Zhao, what he said is true, and he has a strong self-esteem, so he only speaks lightly. This child... Sigh. In this way, I write... …No, I asked our Chinese teacher to write it, and then the teachers of all subjects signed it. If there are fake ones, you can come to us in your agency and expose us. Editor Zhao, I really trouble you. This child is really suffering. .It is his only hope, his last hope!"

Zhao Qiang was also quite moved, looked at Zhang Qing who was still bowing her head, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will do my best. In this way, I see that you have a phone at home, so I will call the agency right now!" "

Wang Zhi on the side looked at the slightly excited editor, smiled slightly, and thought, this is also a young man, his blood is not cold yet...

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(End of this chapter)