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Chapter 6 Really jealous! (Please follow up and read)

Next to the steaming stove, Chen Shiping picked up the aluminum kettle, and the hot boiling water fell smoothly into the thermos bottle along the spout.

The big red thermos bottle has large peonies printed on it, which looks very festive.

The smell of boiling water is mixed with the carbon smell of briquettes, and it smells like a burnt smell, very winter-like.

Chen Shiping was carrying a thermos to refill the cups of several teachers in the office, but the thermos was out of water. He found that Wang Ruitao still had half a cup of tea left, so he put down the thermos and sat down.

Wang Ruitao looked at his half-filled cup and then at Jiang Huaiyan's full cup. He felt a little unhappy. This boy Chen Shiping really holds a grudge!

To be precise, Jiang Huaiyan, a cunning old thief, really knew how to pretend to be a good guy, and let himself be the bad guy!

Chen Shiping really didn’t mean it. What should I do if I run out of water? Let’s talk about the script first.

The version modified by Chen Shiping is basically the same as the one played by Feng Xiaogang. The localization of that version was very successful, but the current background and the movie are different, so Chen Shiping still changed a lot of content.

After chatting for a long time, Jiang Huaiyan said regretfully: "This script may not be approved even if it is submitted. The factory does not have much funds, so it will be difficult."

"That's right, the Red Mansion is still short of money. It takes too much film to shoot animals." Wang Ruitao glanced at Chen Shiping and felt really sorry for him. He wrote two scripts and couldn't use any of them.

Jiang Huaiyan smiled and said, "How about giving it a try? Just in case."

Cunning old thief! Fooled again! Wang Ruitao cursed in his heart.

Chen Shiping really wanted to hit a wall. Why did he forget that animals were difficult to photograph, and he still wanted Hachiko to make more money.

When he went to work the next day, Chen Shiping didn't have much to think about. He saw that the novel manuscript had been handed in for several days, but there was still no result.

Eating noodles every day makes me vomit, and I don’t make any money writing scripts, so I can only rely on novels.

As soon as noon passed, Chen Shiping and Jiang Huaiyan took leave and went straight to Contemporary Magazine.

Can't wait any longer, just go to the door!

"Jiangjang! Watch out for the car!"

Chen Shiping rode his bicycle and rang the bell frantically in front of the film studio, fearing that the two blind men at the door would bump into him.

If you hit someone, you have no money to pay for it.

Chen Shiping rode past the two men in a hurry, and stood up and pedaled directly after getting on the road.

Qin Zhaoyang and Zhou Changyi at the factory gate watched Chen Shiping leave before turning around and heading inside the factory.

Within a few minutes, they found Qin Zhaoyang and Zhou Changyi from the Literature Department and heard from Jiang Huayan that Chen Shiping had gone to the magazine office, and he had just left.

Is that the one riding a bicycle just outside the door? Fate is really wonderful.

Qin Zhaoyang suddenly had a very special feeling. This time Xu Sanguan's Blood Seller might become a classic like Lu Yao's Ordinary World!

The last time Zhou Changyi's manuscript was rejected by some strange combination of circumstances, Ordinary World, he won't make that mistake again this time!

In the office of the Literature Department, Chen Shiping's colleagues were all in shock. His writing was so good!

Are the editors here? ! This is the treatment of a well-known writer!

Various emotions of envy, jealousy, and hatred lingered in their hearts, and they couldn't help but go over to talk to Qin Zhaoyang.

"Editor Qin, please sit down for a while. With Shi Ping's temper, he might find an excuse to take time off to go out and play. Shi Ping and I have known each other for a long time, and he can be quite undisciplined sometimes."

"Hey, Shi Ping is still very talented. Maybe this time the prodigal son will turn around and actually go to a magazine."

In the corner of the office of the Department of Literature, Zhou Changyi, the editor of the contemporary magazine, took the phone and spoke a few times before hanging up.

In the editorial department of Contemporary Magazine, Chen Shiping knew that the editor-in-chief of Contemporary Magazine went to the factory to find him in person, so he took the manuscript with him and rode a bicycle back madly.

I didn't have much oil in my stomach originally, but now the round trip of more than 20 kilometers is killing me.

In the corridor outside the office of the Department of Literature, Xiao Bing was smoking and chatting with several colleagues. The topic of conversation was Chen Shiping, the hot topic in the office.

Listening to the jealous comments from his colleagues, Xiao Bing smoked and said nothing. He was also very jealous in his heart, but he was unwilling to complain together.

"How come Chen Shiping is so lucky? Editor Qin even came to visit him personally."

"What's the use of saying this? He's going to become a great writer soon. He even wrote a new script yesterday. If I wasn't prepared, I'd have to call him Teacher Chen when I see him in the future." "What a bullshit, he's only been in the factory for a few years."

Chen Shiping, who had just returned to the factory, did not expect to hear these words as soon as he came back. He wiped the sweat from his forehead first. He couldn't walk over in such an awkward manner. He was not laughing at it!

After finishing his appearance, Chen Shiping walked over and greeted them, as if he hadn't heard what he just said.

Xiao Bing smiled and handed over a cigarette and said, "Shi Ping, you're back. Editor Qin has been waiting for a long time."

Chen Shiping took the cigarette and said, "Hey, who would have thought that the editor-in-chief came in person. I was so anxious that I only sent half of the manuscript."

"It means your writing is good." Xiao Bing smiled and lit the fire for Chen Shiping and said, "Editor Qin is chatting with Teacher Jiang inside, just waiting to read your novel."

Chen Shiping smiled and glanced around at the gossiping colleagues, and said humbly: "Okay, I won't chat with you anymore. I don't want to keep people waiting. I am probably anxious to finalize the draft and publish it. I will support it by then." Just a moment."

"Support, definitely support!"

"Shiping, if your novel is published, you have to give me a signed copy."

"Congratulations in advance to the great writer."

After Chen Shiping heard these words, he felt happy in his heart. He was envious, jealous, and looked down on me. He didn't dare to say it in person. I'm a bunch of scum.

When Chen Shiping entered the office, the smiles on the faces of the people outside immediately disappeared, and the cigarettes in their hands felt tasteless.

unlucky! Why did this kid Chen Shiping get out of here!

In the office, after Chen Shiping and Editor Qin exchanged pleasantries, they handed over the remaining manuscripts.

Editor Qin immediately started reading impatiently. The first 60,000 words were written very well. If the rest are equally good, then Xu Sanguan’s Blood Seller will be a must-have!

It takes a long time to finish reading hundreds of thousands of words, and no one disturbed Qin Zhaoyang. Jiang Huayan also joined in and read along. The more he read, the more he liked it, and he felt it was a pity.

It was obviously written as a script first, but it was a pity that it could not be filmed. This gave the contemporary magazine an advantage.

What a loss!

Qin Zhaoyang also likes it more and more the more he reads it. Xu Sanguan's Blood Seller is different from the popular avant-garde literature, but the influence of avant-garde literature can also be seen in it.

But the only bad thing is that it depicts too much of the darkness in human nature and puts too much emphasis on the helplessness and struggle of individual destiny in the context of the times.

Compared with Qin Zhaoyang who was immersed in reading, others in the office seemed much more impetuous. They always secretly expected Qin Chen Shiping to write poorly and be rejected later.

It's better to give him a good scolding and then walk away!

However, their expectations were disappointed. Qin Zhaoyang, who hurriedly read the whole book a few hours later, couldn't help but exclaimed: "Okay, it's so well written!"

Qin Zhaoyang felt a power in Chen Shiping's words, like a bowl of white porridge mixed with pickles. It may seem simple and bland, but the inner taste makes people remember it for a long time.

At this time, everyone in the office felt a little disappointed. We are all in the same office, why are you standing out?

Why are you able to write such a good novel?

"This novel you wrote is so good!" Qin Zhaoyang pulled Chen Shiping and said: "The Story of Xu Sanguan Selling Blood is a must-have for contemporary people! It will be published next month!"

Finally, it’s settled! After waiting for so long, I finally have an answer, and I can finally relax after being restless like a wild dog!

After Chen Shiping thanked him for a few words, he finally couldn't hold back his excitement and asked: "Editor Qin, how much is our contemporary manuscript fee?"

Qin Zhaoyang was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Chen Shiping's first concern was the royalties. However, looking at Chen Shiping's thin figure and slovenly appearance, he almost knew that he was short of money.

After pondering for a while, he said: "The normal fee for a newcomer is twelve yuan per thousand words, but you write very well, I will give you eighteen yuan per thousand words! How many words have you written?"

"One hundred and eighty-two thousand words! A total of three thousand two hundred and seventy-two yuan!" Chen Shiping replied immediately.

Qin Zhaoyang: "." How short of money do you have? The calculation is too fast!

Eighteen thousand words, a total of three thousand two hundred and seventy-two. When everyone in the office heard this number, their eyes turned red. Damn it, this is almost two years’ salary!

Chen Shiping is really lucky!

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