1970 is a little sweet

Chapter 787 sensational, grateful
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Tang Pingan finally believed that he had heard correctly.

"Thank you, Teacher He, thank you, Teacher He." Tang Ping'an said excitedly, "What I wrote has been published, and it can be published."

"Yes, please calm down first." He Tiantian smiled lightly, "I have more important things to say. You wrote [-] words before. According to the contract, you will serialize two chapters a week, and you can serialize for two months. Yes. How many novels have you written below, can you keep up with it?"

"I can keep up. I already have 30 manuscripts." Tang Ping'an said, "I can write [-] in another month. This book has a total of [-] words."

After hearing this, He Tiantian nodded and said, "Okay, then I'm relieved. Then sit down now and take a good look at the contract. If there is no problem, you can sign it."

"Hmm." Tang Pingan sat down and read the contract carefully. If he didn't understand something, He Tiantian asked for leave.

He Tiantian understood a little bit, and explained it to Tang Pingan as carefully as possible.

Tang Ping'an felt very good, nodded and said, "Teacher, I think it's all right, I can sign now."

He Tiantian handed over a pen, and Tang Ping'an signed it.

He Tiantian put away the contract and said, "Tang Ping'an, you have already signed the contract. In the future, the novels you write must be kept secret and cannot be seen by others at will. Do you understand what I mean? "

Tang Ping'an nodded and said, "I know, thank you Teacher He."

"Then you go back." He Tiantian said, "When they receive the contract, they will remit the money to you, and then you can directly deposit the remittance in the passbook."

"Hmm, um." Tang Ping'an was excited. He had 7000 Hong Kong dollars, or more than 2000 in RMB.

With this 2000 yuan, the family can build a big house, and the younger siblings can continue to study.

He Tiantian acted quickly, leaving get off work early to send it over.

However, there is no impenetrable wall. Tang Ping'an didn't say it, but it doesn't mean that other teachers don't know about it. Many people know that Tang Ping'an's novel was published in Xiangjiang's magazine.

Many people complimented Tang Ping'an, and some spoke sourly.

However, Tang Pingan always remembered He Tiantian's words, and kept a low profile to write novels at school, not caring about the outside world.

After Xie Wanying got the contract, she arranged for the series to be paid for.

After Tang Ping'an received 7000 yuan, he deposited 3000 yuan in his passbook, and then mailed another 3000 yuan to his family.At the same time, I sent a telegram to my family, "Get the manuscript fee, build a house, and my younger siblings study."

This sum of money is already a huge sum of money for Tang Ping'an. Not only can he do what he likes to do, but he can also make money and support his family.

This is so good!

He will work harder to write in the future.

Tang Ping'an bought some gifts and delivered them to Mr. He's home in person.

Zhou, Huo Zhekun is at home.

He Tiantian cooks and asks her father-in-law to chat with Tang Ping'an.

Huo Zhekun happened to be at home, and he was overjoyed when he heard that he was the author of the novel "Fengyun".

"How much have you written in the following book?" Huo Zhekun asked, he read a part of it and couldn't forget it all the time.

"I have written [-] characters." Tang Ping'an said cautiously, "Mr. Huo, have you read my novel?"

"I've seen it. Your teacher brought it here and said it's very good-looking. I'm a little curious, so I just want to take a look." Huo Zhekun said, "It's really good, but in front of you, I have to say sorry, I didn't get your permission. I read your manuscript."

"It's my honor to have Mr. Huo like it." Tang Ping'an smiled. He was very happy that his novel was liked by others.

"I heard that it has been published. When you publish the book, you must keep the full copy for me." Huo Zhekun said, "You also need to sign it for me. When you become a great writer, this autographed book will be famous."

"Thank you, Mr. Huo." Tang Ping'an said, "If it is published, I will give you a book."

He Tiantian was very pleased with Tang Ping'an's personal thanks. No matter what happened in the future, at least Tang Ping'an remembered the goodness of her teacher.

Knowing etiquette, I didn't help him in vain.

What He Tiantian values ​​is not money, but talent and respect, which satisfy her psychology of being a teacher.

In just two issues of the magazine, many letters from readers have been received.

Xie Wanying collected these letters and sent them to He Tiantian together with the two magazines.

He Tiantian handed over all the things to Tang Ping'an and said, "Tang Ping'an, I will give you Ms. Xie's contact information. You can contact him directly, including signing contracts, collecting money, sending manuscripts and receiving magazines. These You know it, and you can do it yourself. If there is anything you don’t understand, or don’t understand, you can ask me. As long as I understand, I will tell you. If I don’t understand, I will ask others and tell you.”

Tang Pingan was taken aback, and asked, "Teacher, is Ms. Xie easy to get along with?"

He Tiantian smiled and said: "Ms. Xie, formerly known as Xie Wanying, is a university teacher at Hong Kong University, but there is a publishing house under her name. You are my student. As long as you treat each other sincerely, and your novels are very good, she will not will treat you badly."

"Oh, I've made a note, thank you Teacher He." Tang Ping'an thanked, and Teacher He opened a window for her, allowing him to see the outside world.

He Tiantian thought for a while, and said: "By the way, there are two addresses on it, one is the address of Ms. Xie's publishing house, and the other is her private address. If someone asks you for the address and hopes to submit a manuscript like you , you can tell the publishing house the address, and you can just write down the private address yourself.”

Tang Ping'an understood in seconds. During this period of time, people have been asking where he publishes, but he doesn't know how to reply?

Now I have the address of the publishing house, and if someone wants it, he will give it to me.

Tang Ping'an, who returned to the classroom, received everyone's attention.

Yuan Hua stood up and said with a smile: "Yuan Hua, congratulations! You have two traditional Chinese magazines in your hand, are your novels published there?"

Facing the cheerful, generous and enthusiastic Yuan Hua, Tang Ping'an was a little shy, nodded and said, "Yes, I just received it."

"Can you lend us a read?" Yuan Hua asked, "Let us also read the magazines in Xiangjiang to open our eyes."

Others also echoed, saying: "Yes, Tang Ping'an, we are all classmates, so just show us."

Tang Ping'an also wanted to mingle with his classmates. This was a great opportunity and he said, "Okay, let's read it first."

Tang Ping'an lent the book to Yuan Hua, and other people came to pick it up when they saw it.

"Let's pass it around, but please cherish it, I haven't read it either." Tang Ping'an smiled gently, and he didn't feel complacent just because he published the novel.

Yuan Hua flipped through it, but didn't see Tang Ping'an's name, so he asked, "Tang Ping'an, your name isn't on it? Which one did you write?"

"My pen name is Er Yue Hong." Tang Pingan said, "It is taken from Shuang Ye Hong and Er Yue Hua."

(End of this chapter)