A widower's entertainment

Chapter 19 [Shock of the Editorial Department]

Lin Youcheng didn't know what Lin Youcai was thinking. If he knew, he wouldn't think that it was my brother who had just grown up or finally grown up, but that my younger brother had finally grown up.

"Brother, that's okay. I'll take the child back first."

When Lin Youcai heard Lin Youcheng's words, he also knew that Lin Youcheng and his children had eaten at a state-owned hotel, and it was not easy to stay any longer. He stood up and said, "I will find a solution about the milk."

Lin Youcheng once again had to carry two-year-old Lin Zhaohuan on his back and carry Lin Zhaole back when he was still a baby.

When she took the money from Lin Youcheng to Fang Mei, Fang Mei felt quite embarrassed. She had quarreled with Lin Youcheng before because of the separation of the family, and she had also quarreled with Lin Youcai more than once because of Lin Youcheng's matter. Had a dispute.

Looking at the money in her hand now, she felt a little uncomfortable.

Fang Mei once again saw Lin Youcheng squatting down to carry Lin Zhaole and holding Lin Zhaohuan. It was really hard to take care of the child alone. She couldn't help but said to Lin Youcai: "Youcai, you send Zhaohuan Please let them go back, the road back is not short either."

"It's okay, sister-in-law, I can do it alone."

With that said, Lin Youcheng had tied Lin Zhaohuan on his back, picked up Lin Zhaole, and said, "No need to trouble brother."

Lin Youcai didn't find it troublesome, but when he looked at Lin Youcheng's back, his desire to help Lin Youcheng stopped a little. His younger brother could now rely on himself.

Lin Youcai was about to say something, but Lin Youcheng had already called Lin Zhaoxi and Lin Zhaoqing to go home together.

When Fang Mei saw that Lin Youcai really didn't intend to send Lin Youcheng's family back, she couldn't help asking, "Why don't you send him off?"

"he can."

Hearing Lin Youcai's words, Fang Mei couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, glanced at the dishes on the table, then at the money in her hand, nodded and said, "He can do it."

Lin Youcai glanced at the money in Fang Mei's hand and said, "The money he gave to Youfeng should be sent to Youfeng later. As for our money, let him keep it."

Lin Youcai had no intention of using Lin Youcheng's money and wanted to save it for Lin Youcheng. After all, Lin Youcheng still had six children to raise.

Fang Mei hesitated and wanted to say something. She glanced at the money in her hand and said, "Don't say that I care about using his money. This is also the intention of his younger brother. No. Talking about the previous medical expenses, the funeral expenses for my younger siblings, and the money for ordering milk, Zhaoping Zhaoan and the others have never tasted milk."

"This is not because Zhaole lost his mother and had no milk to drink, so he ordered milk. Besides, he has been drinking rice soup all the time."

When Lin Youcai heard Fang Mei's words, he thought of his two children and what Lin Youcheng had just said. He waved his hands and said, "Forget it, you are right, that is also his intention."

Fang Mei felt relieved when she heard Lin Youcheng's words, and sighed: "How come Youcheng can write so many words? How many words are there?"

Lin Youcai replied: "More than 200,000 words!"

Yes, more than 200,000 completed words.

Fang Mei is still shocked by this number.

Of course, the number that shocked her the most was the number eighteen hundred.

……

Lin Youcai and Fang Mei were shocked by the word count and manuscript fee of Lin Youcheng's manuscript. They did not know that the "Novel Monthly" magazine in Jincheng would be even more shocked than they were.

Because Lin Youcheng replied to them.

In an era where writers can easily become stars and editors who discover them are honored, editors care very much about the authors they discover and will always keep in touch with them.

You must know that in order to win over good authors, major editorial offices across the country often engage in "manufacturing" wars. If this is an oversight, other editors may be the first to publish.

Although Lin Youcheng is still a newcomer, Dong Zhao is very concerned about this new author Lin Youcheng. After all, which new author directly commits to a long novel from the beginning.

No, it seems that Zhu Wei, the editor of "People's Literature", first wrote a 400,000-word novel and then submitted it to "People's Literature" and was invited to revise the manuscript. However, unfortunately, the later 400,000-word novel was not published, and Zhu Wei became the editor instead. .

Speaking of which, if it weren't for Lin Youcheng's absence in Jincheng, Dong Zhao would have visited Lin Youcheng from time to time to ask if he had any ideas for a new draft.

"What did you say?"

Lin Hongxia was a little stunned when she heard Dong Zhao's words, suspecting that she had heard wrongly. “He is a sanitation worker from the street office?”

A sanitation worker from the street office can actually write articles?
  This really made Lin Hongxia a little stunned.

How can such good intellectuals and literary writers do the job of sweeping the streets?

Dong Zhao nodded and said, "Yes, he is a sanitation worker from the street office."

"I didn't expect that he would be a sanitation worker who sweeps the streets?"

"Who would have thought of this!"

"Yeah, I never thought a street sweeper could write novels."

The editor-in-chief Ma Jinghai on the side heard this sentence, frowned, and realized that this sentence meant to belittle the sanitation workers who swept the streets, and immediately said: "This shows that people regardless of profession have a heart that loves literature."

Obviously, as soon as the editor-in-chief Ma Jinghai said this, the editor who had just said that the street sweeper could actually write novels immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing and said quickly: "Yes, yes, the editor-in-chief is right, this Lin You Comrade Cheng also has a heart that loves literature."

Although the other editors did not say such politically incorrect things, it was obvious that they were all shocked that the author of "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" was actually a sanitation worker who swept the streets.

This really didn't occur to them.

The editor who said the wrong thing thought for a moment and couldn't help but ask: "Editor Ma, do you think you should write a letter of praise to Comrade Lin Youcheng's unit? Although the position of sanitation worker is also very important, But there is also a lot of training and emphasis on literary authors.”

After hearing this, editor-in-chief Ma Jinghai did not answer directly, but seemed to be thinking about the question seriously.

Lin Hongxia didn't care about this, but asked: "Lao Zhao, is this "Love at the Hawthorn Tree" written by Lin Youcheng a true story?"

Dong Zhao shook his head and said: "I asked him in the letter whether he had experienced the story of the third child and Jingqiu, or if it really happened. He also replied in the letter. Although he is the third child in the family, he is not Third child."

Another editor on the side intervened and said: "Of course he can't be the third child. The third child has died of leukemia."

"Did he say the story was true?"

Dong Zhao shook his head and said, "He said this story may have happened, or it may not have happened."

"What an answer."

Lin Hongxia was a little unhappy. Such an answer was the author's favorite trick, deliberately allowing readers to imagine on their own, that is, to think blindly.

"Then he shouldn't be too old to be able to write this novel."

Dong Zhao said: "He is married and has six children, so he cannot come to Jincheng because he has to take care of the children."

Dong Zhaoyou mentioned in his letter
  "Why, where is his wife?"

"His wife passed away."

"Died of leukemia?"

This was asked by another editor.

Dong Zhao shook his head and said, "No, he died in childbirth unfortunately."

Hearing Dong Zhao's words, the entire editorial office was shocked and silent for a moment. The sanitation worker sweeping the street, a middle-aged widower, and six children...

Unexpectedly, the new author Lin Youcheng had such a story.

When editor-in-chief Ma Jinghai heard this, he was silent for a few seconds. He looked at Dong Zhao and said, "Lao Zhao, later you send him the latest issue. This is also his debut."

"Don't worry, I know."

(End of this chapter)