Literary Master 1978

"What's the coincidence?"

Chen Jiangong asked subconsciously, and then his expression gradually became serious, "Your play..."

Lin Chaoyang nodded, "I just told me yesterday that they would participate in some art performance. I guess it should be the event you mentioned."

Chen Jiangong showed concern, "You haven't rehearsed your play for a few days? If you rush it out, even if the effect is not good, it will be a waste of your script!"

"That can't be helped! Normal University doesn't have many programs to show off. The school leaders strongly support our drama and gave us 2,000 yuan in funding. We originally planned to give a report performance to all students at the end of the semester, but now we can only do it first."

Lin Chaoyang didn't lie. Huang Huilin asked the school leaders of Yanshi University for funding before. The school supported it, but it couldn't throw the money into the water. It really wanted to give "The World's No. 1 Restaurant" a report performance at the end of the semester.

Lin Chaoyang spoke in a calm tone, but in Chen Jiangong's eyes, there were only three words: pretender.

The two of them are now very close, and they are as familiar as can be.

Chen Jiangong was very confident about "Conscience". He carefully polished the script and asked Lin Chaoyang, Lan Tianye and Lan Yinhai for help.

After the premiere at Yanda a few days ago, it received rave reviews. After that, several performances were almost full. Whether it was the reputation or the popularity among students, it was even better than "Beautiful Love" which was popular on the Yanda campus more than a month ago.

He is keen to participate in various organizations and activities on weekdays. He is a college hanger-on in Yanjing and has a basic understanding of the situation of each school.

He is familiar with almost all the programs that each university can show off, and the quality of "Conscience" is definitely the best among them.

But now there is the variable of Lin Chaoyang...

Chen Jiangong thought in his heart, and felt that he was overthinking.

It is true that Lin Chaoyang is better at writing novels than him, but he has never touched a drama. When the two of them were polishing "Conscience", they were stumbling. How can the script he wrote be better than his?

Besides, even if the script is better than his, they have less time to rehearse, and the effect will definitely not be as good as "Conscience".

After comforting himself, Chen Jiangong showed a confident smile on his face again.

"That's great, then we will compete on the same stage."

Lin Chaoyang nodded, "Okay."

December has just passed, and the trees outside the window are like the few remaining hairs on the bald chicken's butt, bare and inserted in the gray sky.

It's still dark now, and Lin Chaoyang is running around the library.

A few months ago, he was disliked by Tao Yushu, and when he saw Lao Zhutou jogging for exercise, he ran for two days on a whim, and he didn't expect to stick to it.

Of course, Lin Chaoyang's persistence is also inseparable from Lao Zhutou's malicious ridicule.

Old Zhu doesn't talk when he runs, but as soon as he stops, he seems to want to blurt out all the words he has been holding back while running, especially when Lin Chaoyang rushes to set a target for him, and darts around in front of him every day.

The two get up early every day to run together, and after running, they have to mock each other a few times. After a while, they are used to this rhythm. If there is no quarrel one day, they are still a little uncomfortable.

Look, Old Zhu didn't come out today, probably because he slept in.

After all, the weather has been getting colder these days, and Lin Chaoyang doesn't want to come out so early unless he has to go to work.

He finished running, wiped off the sweat, and came to the door of the library.

In winter, there are fewer people queuing at the door of the library than at other times, but there are still many people waiting for the door to open with hot breakfast.

He came to the borrowing office and just fished for half an hour, Du Rong sent a note saying that someone downstairs was looking for him.

After going downstairs, Zhang Dening stood in the Sunshine Hall with a face full of resentment. As soon as Lin Chaoyang approached, he heard her say, "You didn't say you came to see me for such a long time, and I had to take the initiative to find you?"

Lin Chaoyang almost went up to cover her mouth, what kind of lewd words are you saying?

"Can we talk nicely?"

Zhang Dening looked pleased, "Just a joke."

"I haven't come to talk to you for a long time, so I came to see you."

"That's a good thing."

It was too cold outside, and the library was not suitable for conversation, so Lin Chaoyang took Zhang Dening to a secluded place at the corner of the stairs.

"Recently, "The Wreath Under the Mountain" is very popular!" Zhang Dening's expression was complicated, and her tone was even more complicated.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that."

"I heard that issue of People's Literature sold 1.5 million copies. Didn't Renwen Publishing House think of publishing a single volume for you?"

Zhang Dening felt more and more upset as he spoke, as if his cow was borrowed to plow the neighbor's field, and when the harvest came, the neighbor's produce was more than his own.

"We have to wait for the single volume. The army may have some ideas."

"I heard that the sales of Little Shoes were also good."

Lin Chaoyang looked at Zhang Dening unexpectedly. The single volume of Little Shoes was also published by Renwen Publishing House. Before the publication, Li Shuguang told Lin Chaoyang that the subscription volume of the novel was more than 30,000 copies, which was a very good result.

However, Lin Chaoyang didn't care about the sales of the single volume during this period. Now the publishing house neither pays royalties nor print remunerations. Publishing is also a one-time deal, so he doesn't bother to care.

"You know all this?"

"It's not a secret. You'll know if you ask around."

"How many were sold?"

Although he usually doesn't care, since it's his own work published, Lin Chaoyang is naturally a little curious now.

"I don't know the specific sales volume, I only know that 150,000 copies have been printed now." Zhang Dening said this with a bit of regret in his tone.

In this era, there is basically no concept of book sales statistics. Everyone estimates sales based on the printing volume of the publisher.

Although the data has some errors, it is generally within an acceptable range. After all, no publisher would be stupid enough to print a bunch of unsold books and put them in the warehouse to collect dust.

Lin Chaoyang calculated in his mind that it has been less than one and a half months since the release of the single volume of "Little Shoes". In such a short period of time, 150,000 copies have been printed. If it takes a year, at least hundreds of thousands of copies will be printed.

Alas! If it were in the era of royalties, this single volume alone would be enough for him to make a lot of money.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was at a disadvantage, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Damn! No matter when, why is it so difficult for working people to make some money?

Not only was he upset, but the editors of Yanjing Literature and Art, including Zhang Dening, were even more upset than him.

Before, "Little Shoes" was very popular, and everyone felt sorry for missing "The Wreath Under the Mountain", but they could accept it.

Because "The Wreath Under the Mountain" itself is a military-themed novel, not only is the audience relatively narrow, but there are also natural shortcomings in the evaluation system of the literary world.

But who would have thought that "The Wreath Under the Mountain" would be so popular for three months, and the sales of the eighth issue of "People's Literature" directly exceeded 1.5 million copies, which not only set a sales record for "People's Literature", but also broke the sales ceiling of domestic literary journals.

Needless to say, the influence is that the novel is popular all over the country, and the readership is tens of millions.

In the future, there are shared bicycles and shared power banks, and in this era, everyone shares books.

In addition to the owner himself, the readers of a magazine also include his relatives, classmates, friends, colleagues... It can be said that behind every sales of the magazine is a reading network of contemporary literature enthusiasts.

Zhao Mengsheng, Liang Sanxi, Jin Kailai... The vivid characters in the novel have become the topic of readers' relish, and have become idols of many passionate young people.

Especially in the army, the influence of this novel is even stronger. You should know that the army purchased 50,000 copies of "People's Literature" before. In just a few months, these magazines were widely circulated among the company and platoon units in the army.

Because it is about the deeds and characters of the grassroots troops, the grassroots officers and soldiers have a more immersive sense of substitution when reading it. In addition, the passionate war, sacrifice and heroism in the novel have made this novel loved and recognized by countless grassroots officers and soldiers in a short period of time.

Especially those officers and soldiers who have participated in the war, because of their unique personal experience, they can empathize with the content of the novel and have a strong resonance.

During this period of time, a considerable number of the thousands of letters from readers were sent from the army.

It is a pity that Lin Chaoyang is too busy to respond to the enthusiasm of these readers one by one, and can only select a few of them to reply to express his gratitude.

"The Wreath Under the Mountain" was published for several months, and its popularity was unique in 1979.

Even "The Little Shoes", which attracted great attention and discussion in the literary world and readers a few months ago, could not compare with it.

Military-themed novels have their natural shortcomings and disadvantages, but they also have their strengths, that is, their popularity often represents mainstream public opinion.

Once this type of novel is popular, it is not comparable to ordinary literary works, because its audience has surpassed the original literary works Readers group has become a wider range of people.

The only thing that Zhang Dening and others are pleased about is that the reputation of "The Little Shoes" is still higher than that of "The Wreath Under the Mountain" in the evaluation of the literary world.

The evaluation system of military themes in the domestic literary world has always been based on the official system, and the promotion from the literary world is not high. "The Wreath Under the Mountain" has a good reputation, but it still has not gotten rid of this barrier.

In October, Feng Mu published a heavyweight review in the Literary Gazette. After that, several official critics published review articles, all of which were highly praised. However, considering the popularity of The Wreath Under the Mountain, the reaction of the literary world can only be regarded as lukewarm.

However, if you think about the fact that the single volume of The Little Shoes was also published by Renwen Press, the editors of Yanjing Literature and Art felt even more uncomfortable. They were simply making wedding clothes for others.

"That's quite a lot." Lin Chaoyang sighed after adjusting his mentality.

Zhang Dening felt uncomfortable as he spoke, and decided to change the topic, "Have you any ideas recently?"

"No." Lin Chaoyang said bluntly.

"No? You have submitted The Wreath Under the Mountain for four or five months, right?"

Zhang Dening was surprised, and her eyes were full of doubt.

With the previous experience of The Wreath Under the Mountain, she has now become a frightened bird.

"Really not. I have been tinkering with drama recently, so I don't have time." Lin Chaoyang explained.

"Why are you tinkering with the drama?"

"To help my wife."

Lin Chaoyang's words made Zhang Dening fall into silence. He looked at Lin Chaoyang with a mixture of admiration and contempt. He admired that he had the talent to write a drama, and he contemptuous that he, a novelist, actually wrote a script instead of doing his job.

"Novels are the foundation of your life." Zhang Dening seemed to be afraid that Lin Chaoyang would be too excited about the drama circle and forget his original profession.

"Just do a student drama."

Zhang Dening nodded, "Okay, I'll come back later."

"Okay."

"By the way, what's the name of the drama you made for your wife?" Zhang Dening asked before leaving.

"The First Floor in the World!"

"The First Floor in the World? A student drama, and the name is quite domineering." Zhang Dening muttered.