Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Zhang Xuan pretended to say: "That's so embarrassing. You traveled thousands of miles to help me, and in the end I still use your things. It's outrageous."

Seeing his hypocrisy, Tao Ge laughed and said, "Then don't use it, I'll take it back."

"Ouch!…"

Zhang Xuan wished he could slap himself: "Then I'd better use it. The trouble it brings is all due to your kindness. I can't be so ignorant."

Tao Ge took a sip of the old duck soup and said with a smile, "It's up to you."

Hong Zhenbo loves Huaiyang cuisine, and he also eats Cantonese cuisine with chopsticks from time to time. As for Hunan cuisine, I ate some bracken and thought it was delicious, so I started eating it again. Later, my face turned red from the spicy food, so I kept drinking soup to relieve the spicy food, and then I never dared to touch it again.

Hong Zhenbo is afraid of spicy food and dare not eat Hunan cuisine. But Jiang Bai, Tao Ge, and the photographer ate to their heart's content.

After asking, it turns out that Jiang Bai is from Pingxiang, Gan Province, a place that is not afraid of spicy food.

At the end of the meal, Tao Ge said: "The food this time tastes better than last time. I will come to eat it next time."

Zhang Xuan was happy on the surface, but in his heart he thought depressedly that although he was indeed not as good as Wen Hui and Zou Qingzhu in cooking, he couldn't say it to their faces.

Do we still want this old face?

Tao Ge brought a gift to Du Shuangling, a Tiffany bracelet inlaid with diamonds, which looked expensive at first glance.

This woman is serious. The Tiffany brand has not yet entered the mainland, and ordinary people with money cannot buy it.

Looking for an opportunity, Du Shuangling happily turned her right wrist and asked Zhang Xuan quietly: "Does it look good?"

Zhang Xuan really thinks she is beautiful: "It looks good and matches your temperament. Your calling me "Sister" is not in vain."

Du Shuangling asked: "Then what kind of gift can we give in return?"

Zhang Xuan looked unhappy: "Us? She didn't give me a gift."

Du Shuangling stared at him, smiled, and looked at him as if "what's mine is yours."

Zhang Xuan thought for a while and said, "We are still students, so don't make things too expensive. Just win over Wen Hui and Zou Qingzhu and prepare the dishes."

I'll call home later and ask Ouyang Yong to get some dried game to give to your dad, and ask your dad to send it to Tao Ge in your name. "

Du Shuangling corrected him with joy, "It's in our name."

"Yeah, okay. I'll ask Uncle Du to write "Zhang Xuan and Du Shuangling couple" later, okay?"

"Virtue~"

…

After lunch, we sat and drank tea and chatted for a while. Jiang Bai left later. Today is Tuesday and he has classes to attend.

Similarly, Du Shuangling, Wen Hui and Zou Qingzhu also left and had classes at 5 or 6 in the afternoon.

As for Zhang Xuan, hi! They are all old-fashioned. Although I don’t miss many classes, I will definitely miss them occasionally if something happens.

…

study.

As soon as he entered the door, Hong Zhenbo's eyes wandered around the row of books on the wall, and then he looked at Zhang Xuan calmly. He changed his previous leisurely state and clearly had to do business.

Zhang Xuan is so happy that being polite is the most troublesome. It is better to be straightforward and make people feel comfortable.

He opened the drawer without hesitation, and in an instant, eight piles of manuscripts were displayed in front of their eyes.

Tao Ge couldn't help but ask: "You haven't finished writing and there are already 8 versions?"

Zhang Xuan replied, "I am used to revising while writing. Because as I write, there are always new and better ideas emerging, so it is inevitable to change the previous ones."

Tao Ge asked again: "How many words are there now?"

Zhang Xuan said: "Almost 290,000."

Tao Ge was surprised: "Are you speeding up the progress?"

"almost."

Zhang Xuanying responded and talked about his mental journey: "Before I started writing this book, I had already thought about how to write it. I wrote several volumes in total. The content and theme of each volume were clear and clear, with a complete outline and details.

I just want to try to catch up now and see if I can finish the book early so that I can have extra time to revise it. "

With that said, Zhang Xuan reached out and took out the pile of notebooks on the far right and handed them to Hong Zhenbo, who said nothing but stared at the manuscripts closely.

Hong Zhenbo took it quietly. After observing the word "lurking" on the cover for a long time, he began to turn the pages and read attentively.

In the first half hour, Hong Zhenbo was more casual, with a more relaxed posture and expression.

But 30 minutes later, Hong Zhenbo slowly changed.

It was as if he had become a different person, the relaxed and carefree look on his face was gone, and his face was filled with thoughts and solemnity.

His reading speed was obviously slowing down.

After quietly observing for a while, Tao Ge gave Zhang Xuan a vague look: It's a good start, don't worry.

Zhang Xuan smiled and said he knew.

In fact, although he was anxious, he was not particularly worried.

Because I know in my heart that I was also a penman in my previous life, so I will naturally know very clearly whether the articles I write are good or bad.

An hour and a half later, Hong Zhenbo finished reading the first volume.

Taking advantage of this gap, Hong Zhenbo took a sip of tea, then closed his eyes and thought about it quietly. After a while, he started to look through the second volume of the book.

From beginning to end, they didn't even think about talking to Zhang Xuan and Tao Ge.

The room was quiet...

Tao Ge had been waiting for a long time. When Hong Zhenbo put down the first volume, she couldn't wait to pick it up.

The photographer was bored. Because you can't take close-ups of the manuscript, after all, the "lurking" novel is still in the creation stage and still needs to be kept secret. So I made tea for three people nearby.

Tao Ge has something to do. Zhang Xuan also started working, spread out his notebook, and continued writing.

For a while, there was only the sound of writing writing in the study room and the turning of pages...

This strange state of silence lasted all afternoon.

It wasn't until after 6 o'clock in the evening, when Du Shuangling came in and called a few people to have dinner, that the atmosphere suddenly fell apart.

After putting down the fourth volume, Hong Zhenbo calmed down on his seat, and then smiled and said to Zhang Xuan: "Eat, come with me to the school for a walk after dinner."

"Sure." They are guests, so Zhang Xuan, the host, naturally meets the guests' needs and agrees with a smile.

Perhaps because of familiarity, dinner was more lively than Chinese food.

Zhang Xuan and Tao Ge communicated more. Even Zou Qingzhu lost his previous nervousness and slowly joined the conversation.

After eating, Du Shuangling, Wen Hui and Zou Qingzhu went outside the school to buy vegetables at the vegetable market to prepare for three meals a day tomorrow.

Zhang Xuan accompanied Hong Zhenbo and Tao Ge for a walk downstairs.

The three of them were silent all the way, quietly enjoying the scenery along the tree-lined path. Spring has come, and the flowers and plants are in full bloom, each with its own style.

Without delay, when he reached the Xingting Pavilion, Hong Zhenbo looked around and finally broke the silence.

He found a seat to sit down and asked Zhang Xuan: "In March, do you still have the manuscript of "The Wind"?"

Zhang Xuan glanced at Tao Ge, and when he saw that the latter was also confused, he answered truthfully: "Yes."

Hong Zhenbo looked at Zhang Xuan, thought for a while, and then said: "A friend asked me to ask you if your "Feng Sheng" manuscript can be sold?"

Zhang Xuan was stunned and asked: "Buy a manuscript? For collection?"

Hong Zhenbo nodded and said very frankly: "I know this is a bit overwhelming.

But when that friend knew that I was coming to see you, he made a special trip to my house. He asked me to ask you, if you are willing, he will give you a satisfactory price. "

Zhang Xuanxuan was panicked. This problem was really difficult for him.

Who the hell is willing to sell the manuscript of the first book?

It's okay if you're short of money.

The most important thing is that I am not short of money now!

But if you don't sell it, you may ruin the current good situation, ruin your own literary future, and burn down the literary connections that you have finally opened up.

After all, people like Hong Zhenbo, who are in high positions, generally don't talk carelessly about small things, and it's not worth talking about.

And it’s hard for most people to get others to talk. But once you open your mouth, it's hard to refuse.

Refusing is equivalent to losing face.

What a fucking headache!

Seeing Zhang Xuan deep in thought, Tao Ge took over the conversation in time and asked: "Uncle, who entrusted you with this?"

Hong Zhenbo saw through her thoughts at a glance. He looked at Zhang Xuan and said one word with a smile: "Li."

plum?

Tao Ge didn't seem too surprised when he heard this surname. Instead, he asked happily: "I heard that this man spent a lot of money to buy Mr. Jin Yong's manuscript?"

Hong Zhenbo nodded and said to Zhang Xuan, who was looking curious: "It does happen, and it took a lot of effort to get it."

Zhang Xuan instantly understood that Chief Editor Hong was telling him that the man who bought the manuscript was a stubborn person. Mr. Jin Yong, who was far away in Xiangjiang, had already obtained the manuscripts, and he would definitely be pestering him for his manuscripts.

At the same time, there is another meaning in Editor Hong’s words: Who is Jin Yong? Then there is no need to say more. After people bought Jin Yong's manuscripts, they also wanted to buy Zhang Xuan's manuscripts, which meant that they were very optimistic about Zhang Xuan's future.

It even more implicitly shows that Hong Zhenbo is also extremely optimistic about Zhang Xuan's future.

These are some positive signs.

Niang Xipi’s, it seems there is no possibility of rejection.

With his thoughts at this point, Zhang Xuan looked at Tao Ge for help.

After Tao Ge received the message, he turned to Hong Zhenbo and asked, "Uncle, how much is your friend willing to pay?"

Yes, this bitch has already decided to sell her.

Hong Zhenbo stretched out his finger: "I heard that there were 13 versions of "The Wind" in March. This friend of mine is willing to pay 800,000 yuan to buy the original version and the final version."

Zhang Xuan was a little confused, so valuable?

The next second I thought again, damn, he’s so cruel!

Buying the two most precious versions of manuscripts as soon as they are sold is indeed a way to collect.

Zhang Xuan was a little confused, and so was Tao Ge. Obviously the amount exceeded her expectations.

However, after she and Zhang Xuan looked at each other, she tried to mediate for Zhang Xuan and said, "Can you just buy one edition? Leave one edition as a souvenir for my brother."

Hearing Tao Ge's tone of address changed, and hearing Tao Ge bite this "brother" hard.

Hong Zhenbo knew that Tao Ge had begun to protect the calf, and he also knew that this matter could only be stopped.

Fortunately, he didn't intend to buy all the writer's favorites from the beginning. He just said he would buy two editions just for show, using the collector's words to express his respect for Zhang Xuan.

So I followed Tao Ge's steps downhill, "The first version of the manuscript is 300,000 yuan, and the last version is 500,000 yuan."

After Hong Zhenbo finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Xuan, waiting for him to make a decision.

Zhang Xuan's mouth twitched, what decision should he make?

What decision was made?

There was nothing to decide, and everyone was focused on the final version of the manuscript from the beginning.

If you can't understand this, haven't you lived in vain for so many years?

Zhang Xuan pondered for a while, then raised his head and said, "They say you can't forget your original intention when writing. I'll keep the first edition as a souvenir."

After the deal was reached, the atmosphere of the three people's conversation suddenly became so good that it exploded.

After returning, Zhang Xuan took the opportunity to be alone and asked Tao Ge: "Who is Li?"

Tao Ge was delighted and said to him: "Li is your true nobleman."

Zhang Xuan was confused and asked, "That retired former editor-in-chief of People's Literature?"

"it's him."

Tao Ge told him: "If Mr. Li hadn't stood up to everyone's objections, it would have been difficult for your "rumor" to be published in People's Literature."

Zhang Xuan understood. It turned out that there was such a relationship. No wonder this woman would sell manuscripts for him.

To be honest, Zhang Xuan felt no resistance after knowing that it was Empress Li.

As the saying goes, it is rare to find a close friend in life.

This Mr. Li is not only his confidant, but also his boss.

Although I have lived in two lifetimes, I don’t have to worry about not having a chance if I have such a high-quality novel as "The Wind". But this world is really not that simple and clean.

At least because of Mr. Li's existence, I have avoided many detours in the literary world.

Tao Ge asked: "Do you understand?"

Zhang Xuan nodded.

Tao Ge went on to say: "Actually, I guess that Mr. Li didn't buy this manuscript himself. It should be collected by Mr. Li's son."

Zhang Xuan raised his eyelids and said, "Old son Li?"

"Um."

Tao Ge hummed and explained in detail: "Last year Li's son opened a very high-end private club in the capital.

In order to support his private club, Mr. Li has spent a lot of money in the past year to acquire valuable antiques, famous paintings, and high-value works of art.

If your "rumoured" manuscript can be noticed by him, it will invisibly promote you in the capital and increase your worth. "

Zhang Xuan couldn't deny it: "Is it worth 500,000?"

Tao Ge smiled and shook his head, "Just be content. I went to that club once at the beginning of the year. The furniture inside was all made of mahogany or golden nanmu, and the carpets came from the Middle East. These are just the most basic things on the surface.

In the collection showroom, there are not only the calligraphy of the last emperor Fu Yi's brother, Qi Baishi's famous paintings, but also Huang Yongyu's own paintings, and the manuscripts of Mr. Jin Yong are also placed in it.

Think about it, isn't it a great honor to have your "Feng Sheng" manuscript placed side by side with these precious treasures for distinguished people from all over the country to visit? "

Seeing that Zhang Xuan remained silent, Tao Ge briefly explained to him: "Do you know the threshold of this private club? It is only open to VIP members, and the most common annual membership fee is 17,000 US dollars.

You should know that the average house price in Beijing last year was 1,400 yuan per square meter. "

Zhang Xuanma, the annual fee of an ordinary member can buy a villa in any city in the country.

This is just the annual fee for an ordinary member. What about a more advanced one?

Hey, the old man has never seen the big world, he doesn't dare to think about it, and he doesn't want to think too much.

To put it this way, the sale of the "Wind" manuscript does not seem to count as a decrease in price.

Seeing that Zhang Xuan seemed to have figured it out, Tao Ge stretched himself and joked: "If Mr. Li reads your "Latent" novel, I estimate that the bid will be doubled several times."

Zhang Xuan sat down and asked: "How much do you think the manuscript of the "Latent" novel is worth?"

Tao Ge said bluntly: "Let me give you a reference case. Last year, an old leader wanted to buy the manuscript of "White Deer Plain" and offered 1.5 million yuan. Mr. Chen did not sell it.

As for your "lurking" novel, none of it costs more than 2 million, and the price drops every time you open it. "

Zhang Xuan heard the underlying meaning, and Tao Ge thought "lurking" was better than "White Deer Plain".

This was not the attitude this woman had when she faced the "wind". It seems that the "lurking" novel has conquered her.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuan was very excited.

Who doesn’t want the results of their hard work to be recognized by others?

He is a worldly person, so naturally he is no exception.

What's more, "lurking" is different from "wind", half of it is my own original work, which is of great significance!

But after the excitement, I suddenly became worried: "After the "Latent" novel is published, will Mr. Li pester me to buy it?"

Faced with this problem…

Tao Ge glanced at the empty teacup, raised his chin arrogantly, and nodded, signaling for him to fill it up.

Hey! This woman!

He really knows how to tell the truth! What a boss!

Grandma is a bear! I can't see this, I really don't want to spoil her, I really want to push her to the ground and rub her with one finger.

Zhang Xuan curled his lips and reluctantly stood up to pour her a glass.

Tao Geqiao smiled and looked him over, took a comfortable sip of tea, and finally said with joy, "Sister is here, as long as you don't want to sell, he won't make things difficult for you."

"really?"

"Of course, I still have some face."

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