The literary era since 1979

Chapter 250 American Publishing
According to the previous evening party process of Yanjing TV, the program review is carried out in rounds, and at least 3 rounds are required before entering the final review. After passing, it will enter the rehearsal stage.

But right now, there is not much time left for Yanjingtai.

Special matters must be handled specially, so all new and old programs are arranged for the final review. If it works, they will be put on, if not, forget it!
At this time, the leaders of Yenching TV, accompanied by the cultural department, propaganda department, and public security department, Lin Ruwei was in charge of the front line command, while Liu Di was behind the scenes, running around and sweating.

"Little boy, carry your schoolbag into school."

"I am not afraid of the sun, nor the wind and rain..."

The Galaxy Children's Art Troupe, led by Wang Fei, was not singing on stage for the first time and had rich stage experience. Facing the crowd below the stage, they were not nervous at all and swayed left and right, which was very adorable.

Fang Yan looked at the leader Wang Fei and felt quite emotional.

Inexplicably, I felt like I was playing "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". There were brave generals and wise men everywhere. If I picked one at random, it would be Zhou Yu, Xiao Qiao, Jiang Wei, and the worst would be Xing Daorong, the General of Lingling.

Five-star General MacArthur has something to say...

Young General Fang has many talented generals and trump cards in his hands. In less than a month, he has recruited Dedema, Ma Sanli, Li Guyi, Chen Peisi, Zhu Shimao, Mei Baojiu and others.

Mei Baojiu sang "Ode to Pear Blossoms", Ma Sanli performed "Buying a Monkey", Dedema sang "Beautiful Grassland, My Home", Chen Peisi and Zhu Shimao performed "Pepper Noodles", Li Guyi sang "On the Banks of Lake Baikal", and Wang Fei sang a medley of children's songs...

If Jet Li had not been injured and Zhen Zidan had not left, the performance of the Yanjing Wushu Team would have been even more star-studded.

Huang Feihong, Ip Man, Leng Feng...

Let's do a chest-breaking stone-breaking move to open the eyes of the audience!
Watching the performance of the Yanjing Wushu Team, Fang Yan sighed quietly. If the plan had not changed suddenly and they had not been able to go south, they could have used the performance as an excuse to invite Gong Xing.

Even if you are not a host, you can still practice swordplay and boxing.

Putting his hands behind his back, he leisurely walked to the backstage.

Qiu Peining was seen wearing a classical dance costume with a military coat wrapped around her, chatting and laughing with her sisters in the song and dance troupe.

"Teacher Fang!"

A sweet and crisp sound rang out for a moment.

Fangyan cheered them on and his eyes fell on Qiu Peining, who was graceful and charming, and her figure overlapped with that of Chang'e in Journey to the West. He really had not chosen the wrong person.

"Thank you, Mr. Fang."

Qiu Peining lowered her voice and whispered to him.

Fangyan waved her hand, but then she said that she planned to quit the group this year. She thought everything would end uneventfully, but she didn't expect to say goodbye to her dance career in this way.

Qiu Peining's eyes flickered and her voice was weak: "Thank you..."

"No, no, no."

Fang Yan said: "Don't cry, or your makeup will be ruined."

Qiu Peining nodded, her eyes slightly red.

"After quitting the group, have you thought about what to do next?"

Fang Yan took a step forward and put her in front of him, using his back to block the view of the girls in the dance troupe to avoid any misunderstanding.

"I...I haven't thought about it yet."

Qiu Peining said that she wanted to try something different.

"Have you heard that the crew of Dream of Red Mansions is currently auditioning actors nationwide?" Fang Yan saw her nod, "If you are interested, you can sign up. With your qualifications, you will definitely be selected."

"Really!"

Qiu Peining's eyes lit up and she smiled sweetly.

Just at this moment, Liu Di ran over and announced the start of the game.

"Comrades Song and Dance Troupe! Comrades Song and Dance Troupe!"

"Here it is!"

Fangyan waved his hand.

Liu Di said helplessly: "Hey, girls, why are you so slow? Hurry up!"

Fang Yan said: "Don't be nervous, just play normally."

"Ah."

Qiu Peining took a deep breath, took off her heavy military coat, and walked slowly and gracefully, "Here I come."

After watching them go out, Fang Yan found Chen Peisi and Zhu Shimao again. After confirming that they were correct, he walked outside leisurely.

Liu Xiaoqing wore the "An Ran Suit" produced by Han Yuemin and spoke the lines with a smile on his face. At the end, he said:
"Next, let us invite the Yanjing Military Region Comrades Song and Dance Troupe to perform a dance for everyone..."

On the stage, dry ice was floating.

Fangyan specifically gave Lin Ru and his suggestions.

It's still too hasty. Otherwise, wouldn't it be great to have a special show like "Chi Ling", "Night Banquet in the Tang Palace" or "Flying Apsaras"?

Of course, it’s awesome now too!
The girls all had graceful figures and danced like fairies, especially Qiu Peining, who was very eye-catching.

Wearing a long gauze skirt, she kept spinning.

With the help of dry ice, the dancing girls seemed to be floating in the air.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa."

The audience felt comfortable watching the performance and couldn't help but applaud.

After the dance, Qiu Peining and others bowed and left the stage.

Everyone was still not satisfied, so Wang Xiaowei asked for their opinions.

"Well, there's nothing much to say, it just sounds good."

"There's no need to review this case again. Just pass it." "Agreed."

"agree."

Liu Di breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the leaders agreed unanimously.

Immediately afterwards, one program after another came on stage. Some were just watched and passed, while others were only watched for a few seconds and then stopped directly.

For example, ballet.

Several young girls from the dance troupe were wearing short white skirts and their long legs were wrapped in white socks. When they lifted their legs, their pants were exposed.

In later generations, it would definitely be the favorite of those who love legs.

That’s not possible now, it will be considered immoral!

Unless it's like Fei Xiang singing "A Fire in Winter", don't shoot the lower body and don't look at the legs, it's still ballet!
As for the most controversial drama "On the Shores of Lake Baikal", it was finally saved thanks to Fangyan's strong support and Wang Xiaowei's strong efforts against all odds, and was included in the final list of the evening party.

"Teacher Xiao Fang, thank you so much."

Wang Xiaowei excitedly held Fangyan's hand and shook it hard.

These days, he is busy as an art director and consultant. Everyone in Taiwan knows him and knows that he is a capable person.

Before watching the show, everyone on the station felt that the odds between Yanjing TV and CCTV were about evenly split, but after watching the entire show, everyone's confidence, including Wang Xiaowei's, doubled, and even swelled.

“Actually, there are still some regrets.”

Fangyan couldn't help but sigh.

If time wasn't so tight, the Spring Festival Gala would have to undergo a major overhaul, although it has almost been completed now.

"Teacher Xiao Fang, do you have any other tricks?"

Wang Xiaowei and others were very interested and planned to write it down, thinking that it might be useful when hosting the Spring Festival Gala next year.

“This year is the Year of the Pig.”

Fang Yan said that they had originally planned to invite Tang Monk and his three companions from Journey to the West to pay New Year's greetings, but doing so would easily alert the Central Television Station.

"Yes, if you want to second me, you need the Central Station's consent."

Wang Xiaowei felt somewhat regretful. What a great idea.

"The other one..."

Fangyan was planning to find foreign students to form an amateur choir, but unfortunately, most of the foreign students had already returned to their home countries.

But never mind, let's forgive others when we can.

No matter what, we have to leave a way out for CCTV.

When I thought of this, I couldn't help but think of Mike.

I don’t know what happened to “Saving Private Ryan” either.

…………

USA, California.

As soon as Mike got home, he asked about the publication of "Blood and Sand" and "Saving Private Ryan". The manuscripts had been sent to old Mike a long time ago, asking him to discuss it with Random House first.

“Excellent, both can be published.”

"Really? That's great!"

"Can you decide on the book Saving Private Ryan?"

"Of course, the teacher has authorized me. I am now his novel agent, but the copyright is limited to the United States."

"enough!"

Old Mike shared the results of his discussion with Random House.

"Saving Private Ryan" is priced at the rate of a novella, 8 cents per word, which means the basic rate is $7740.

The publication time will be in March.

As for royalties, 5000% is given for the first 8 copies, 5000% for more than 11.5 copies, and 10000% for more than 15 copies.

“Wow, first print run of 2000 copies!”

Hearing this, Mike exclaimed, "Random House looks like a good novel, Dad, what about Blood and Sand?"

"We will have to wait until Saving Private Ryan is published before we discuss Blood and Sand with Random House in detail."

"Why?!"

"The reason is simple. If Saving Private Ryan can be a big hit, you, as the translator of Saving Private Ryan, will naturally gain more fame. In this way, Blood and Sand, as your debut work, will receive more attention."

"I didn't help much with the translation."

Mike could tell immediately that it was his father's idea.

This is a businessman, he is very good at calculating!
"Really?"

"That's true. The teacher was the creator and 'Bai' was the translator. They just took into account that I didn't have any credit but I also worked hard, so they took the initiative to add my name. I am very grateful to them."

"So, you still owe them a favor?"

"Yes."

Mike said weakly, "So I wonder if we can increase the royalties. A 50% tax is really unreasonable!"

"No rush, let's see how the sales of Saving Private Ryan go first. If it sells well, I'll consider it."

(End of this chapter)