Started as an independent producer in 1988

Chapter 12 Debt-free (please read it!)

Early the next morning, Chen Shiping took a leave of absence and went to the contemporary magazine office.

After Chen Shiping arrived at Contemporary Magazine, he chatted with Qin Zhaoyang for a while and found that the editor-in-chief had a really good personality, was very supportive of newcomers, and taught Chen Shi many writing issues.

"You are very talented. I rarely see someone write a long novel for the first time, and you are so good at it. It seems that another talented person is about to emerge in the literary world."

Qin Zhaoyang is really very optimistic about Chen Shiping. To be able to write such a good novel at the age of twenty-five is not an exaggeration to describe him as a genius.

Chen Shiping modestly said that he still needed to learn and would work harder in the future, and was praised by Qin Zhaoyang.

After chatting for almost an hour, Chen Shiping said goodbye, collected his royalties, and left.

With more than 3,000 yuan in hand, Chen Shiping felt like he was floating when he walked.

Although I could only hold it in my hand for a short while, I still couldn't help but feel happy.

This is the first money I have earned since arriving here, and it also solves a big problem for me.

While it was still early, Chen Shiping went to Zhejiang Teahouse with a huge sum of money to settle his worries so that he could happily eat ribs at night.

Chen Shiping came to the door of Zhejiang Tea House, went in, reported his name, and was taken in by the waiter.

The Zhejiang Tea House has four floors and is very luxuriously decorated. The people in the Wenzhou Gang are quite capable.

The first group of people who came to the capital in the late 1970s have been here for more than ten years now, and those who are brave enough have managed to get ahead.

Chen Shiping was taken to the door of a private room. When he pushed the door in, he didn't see his creditor, Brother Yong. He only saw a little girl with a ponytail sitting there drinking tea.

Chen Shiping was stunned for a moment, suspecting that he had entered the wrong private room.

"You're not wrong." Xin Meihua put down the tea cup in her hand, looked at him and said, "Your name is Chen Shiping. You owe my brother three thousand two hundred yuan."

After hearing his name and the amount of debt owed, Chen Shiping walked in, took the money out of his pocket and said, "Here is the money, where is the IOU?"

Xin Meihua didn't even look at the money, poured a cup of tea and said, "Sit down, have a cup of tea."

Chen Shiping didn't know what she wanted to do, but he wasn't afraid. How could a little girl beat him?

"Those who cheated people out of money were caught two days ago." Xin Meihua looked at the money Chen Shiping put on the table, paused and said, "But it's not because of fraud, it's because of reselling foreign exchange certificates. I heard that there will be heavy sentences." .”

Chen Shiping asked in confusion: "Why are you telling me this?"

Xin Meihua looked at Chen Shiping's seriousness, but did not see the happiness of getting revenge. She was a little surprised. It seemed that he was not the kind of gangster.

No matter who Chen Shiping was, Xin Meihua didn't care and just said seriously: "Don't touch this in the future, and don't come to my brother to borrow money. We won't lend money in the future. We don't want your interest this time, but you must be strict with your words."

Chen Shiping thought about it, no wonder Brother Yong was missing, he was probably hiding.

Chen Shiping pushed the money forward and said, "Thank you for reminding me, there won't be a next time. Take the money and pay me back the IOU."

Xin Meihua took out the IOU and handed it to Chen Shiping, who also pushed the money over.

Xin Meihua did not take all, only two thousand six hundred, and returned the remaining six hundred to Chen Shiping.

"Let's clear it up." Chen Shiping put the IOU into his pocket and said.

Xin Meihua nodded and said, "If we have any serious business to cooperate with in the future, I wish you smooth sailing in the future."

Chen Shiping looked at Xin Meihua and paused for a moment before saying, "I hope we have the opportunity to work together again in the future. You are more suitable for business than your brother. I wish you a successful transformation!"

After the two shook hands, Chen Shiping turned around and left. Now he is really debt-free!

In the afternoon, there were no bustling pedestrians on the street, only a few vendors riding three-wheeled scooters along the street.

When Chen Shiping passed by a bookstall, he was attracted by the stall owner's slogan.

"The latest master of sexual desire literature, Junichi Watanabe, is another masterpiece - Hungry Eros."

Chen Shiping bets that although Watanabe Junichi is a erotic novelist, he has never written this book!

However, the passers-by around him didn't know that, and they all gathered around and looked at the books on the bookstall.

"A new book has arrived, an eighteen-year-old nanny, passionate love, and a lost woman!"

Chen Shiping couldn't help but feel curious when he looked at the unusually colorful illustrations of beauties in the books, let alone the passers-by.

A group of people gathered around the bookstall to select novels with exciting titles and colorful illustrations. Chen Shiping was very curious and bought a copy of Hungry Eros.

Mainly because I want to understand the street stall literature of this era, definitely not because I want to read Emperor's Uncle! Chen Shiping knew very well that all these novels with the names of foreign writers were written by domestic writers.

All are pirated novels published by pirated writers and pirated booksellers.

The sales volume of these novels is higher than that of many genuine novels, and Chen Shiping is a little excited.

As far as he knew, a group of "foreign novelists" who wrote street stall literature were arrested in 1992. According to statistics, each of these writers was a wealthy man worth hundreds of thousands.

Street stall literature is also literature, as long as it can make money.

Chen Shiping asked himself that he did not have any literary character, otherwise he would not have written the story of Xu Sanguan selling blood.

Who would be a serious person and copy the text?

Chen Shiping touched his shriveled pocket and began to think about how to write street stall literature.

Earn more money and you will need it in the future. The factory is having such a difficult time with funds now, so I might have to go out and attract investment one day.

Chen Shiping went home with a copy of Hungry Eros under his arm and bought five kilograms of ribs and one kilogram of tea. He ate three kilograms and eight kilograms of ribs and two kilograms!

Well, Hachigong can eat one catty, and he can eat four catties!

I sent tea leaves to Mr. Xie, and took the opportunity to ask for advice to revise the script to solidify the teacher-student friendship!

Carrying the ribs and returning to the dormitory, Chen Shiping had just gone upstairs when he saw Liu Xiaoqing leaning at the door of his dormitory and chatting with his neighbors.

"Are you here to find me?" Chen Shiping asked strangely.

Liu Xiaoqing nodded and said, "I saw your original script and I think I am very suitable for the heroine in it. What do you think?"

"No, I'm just an author. You have to ask the director about this." Chen Shiping took out the key and prepared to open the door, but there were too many things in his hand, which made it a little inconvenient.

Liu Xiaoqing took the initiative to help take the book from his hand and said: "It's not that we haven't decided on a director now, and the author's opinion is very important. I hope you can recommend me to the director after I decide on it."

Chen Shiping looked at the book taken away by Liu Xiaoqing and coughed awkwardly, fearing that she would find out that he bought it from the emperor's uncle.

"What about that, let's wait until we go to Mr. Xie's house in the evening. I'm going to see Mr. Xie to revise the script tonight." After Chen Shiping said quickly, he opened the doorknob and put down the things in his hands, then turned around and took out the book from Liu Xiaoqing's hand.

Liu Xiaoqing saw that Chen Shiping had no intention of inviting him in, so he stood at the door and did not move. He smiled and said, "Okay, I'll see you in my hometown tonight."

After Liu Xiaoqing left, Chen Shiping breathed a sigh of relief. His newly transformed image could not be ruined because of being an imperial uncle, so he hid it quickly!

In the dormitory, Chen Shiping stewed pork ribs in water, and soon the small single room was filled with the aroma of meat.

Chen Shiping smelled the meat with satisfaction and expectation, and Hachiko also stared at Chen Shiping with his tail wagging.

I really wanted to drink some wine, but I had to go to Xie's hometown in the evening, so Chen Shiping could only endure it.

The soup in the aluminum pot on the stove kept boiling. Chen Shiping couldn't wait to poke a piece of ribs with chopsticks. It was still not cooked through, but Chen Shiping could hardly bear it anymore.

Just as he was about to take out a piece to try, he heard a knock on the door outside. Chen Shiping put down his chopsticks helplessly and ran to open the door.

The person outside the door was Li Shaohong. This time he got straight to the point and said that he wanted to treat him to dinner and talk about Xu Sanguan, the director of Blood Seller.

Chen Shiping looked back at the pork ribs that were about to be cooked, and decisively refused, not giving them away!

After sending Li Shaohong away, Chen Shiping looked at the ribs in the pot and suddenly smiled. Isn't this the pot of ribs that everyone wants to try?

Xu Sanguan's Blood Seller was first taken away by Contemporary, so it was considered an adaptation, and the studio really had to ask for the author's opinion.

Directors who were interested in Xu Sanguan's Story of Selling Blood would definitely come to him, and he suddenly became in demand!

Never mind them, let’s eat the ribs first!

Chen Shiping directly scooped up several pieces, cooled them and threw one to Hachigong. Then he took the ribs and dipped some soy sauce into his mouth.

"Fufufu" Chen Shiping was so hot that he blew out his breath, but he couldn't bear to spit out the meat in his mouth.

The smell of meat in his mouth made Chen Shiping shed tears of happiness from the corners of his mouth.

Mom, the ribs are so delicious!

After eating, go please the boss! I don’t know if Mr. Xie would like the tea that costs ten yuan a pound.

　Today I had something to do and I went out to eat. I was an hour late. Sorry, I will definitely be on time in the future.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)