1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 170 The Birth of a Golden Song
In June, the evenings in the capital are filled with pink clouds.

Renwen Press paid Jiang Xian the royalties for the print run of the single volume of "Furong Town". After three months of publication, the total print run of "Furong Town" was 67 copies.

The basic royalty for this book is 2070 yuan. Based on the print run rate of 2% of 67 copies, for 2773.8 copies, that would be yuan.

Nearly three thousand yuan in royalties for the number of copies printed!

Jiang Xian has tasted the sweetness of publishing. This is just "Furong Town". He also has a collection of works published with the help of "People's Literature" and a collection of works waiting to be published in "Beijing Literature and Art".
Suburbs of Beijing.

The set of "Traffic".

"Jiang Xian!"

Zhu Lin took a break and came over in bright sportswear, full of energy. "I want to discuss something with you."

"Well, you said."

Zhu Lin quickly glanced around, pulled Jiang Xian's arm, and hid in a relatively secluded place.

"The Beijing Film Academy has set up an amateur acting training class. I want to try to apply for it."

"That's all. I thought it was something else."

Jiang Xian looked puzzled and said comfortingly: "If you are asking for my opinion, then I definitely support it. I think this is also a good opportunity for you. Look, I also joined the Institute of Literature to improve myself. Let's make progress together."

He also knew that Zhu Lin had always been troubled by the fact that she was not a professional.

"ah."

Zhu Lin blinked her almond-shaped eyes, a little angrily.

Jiang Xian didn't understand what she meant at all.

Zhu Lin came closer, her almond eyes flickering, and her voice was soft, "Well, if I attend that amateur training class, my child will definitely be too late in the next one or two years."

".You are talking about this." Jiang Xian finally reacted.

The application for this amateur acting training class is this year and the enrollment will be next year, so if you want to not delay your studies in the next one or two years, you really have to try to avoid getting pregnant.

Fortunately, Jiang Xian's descendants have more profound thoughts and still want to watch the stars and the moon with Your Majesty for a year or two under the moon and flowers.

"I'm not that anxious to have a child." He consoled her, and half-jokingly asked, "From what you say, do you want to get rid of the marriage certificate with me?"

To get a marriage certificate means to get married. In the past, the marriage certificate was not a book like the one in later generations, but a piece of paper. Two people wrote on the same sheet. After the certificate was completed, it was torn into two pieces, one for each person. This was called getting the certificate.

Zhu Lin's face flushed, and she became a little nervous, but she was basically calm, "Jiang Xian, you say, we have been together for so long, shouldn't we get married?"

"Then pull it away?"

"Nonsense." Zhu Lin said half angrily and half seriously.

"Row."

Jiang Xian nodded, "We'll go later."

"Hey? Why are you so careless? At least make some preparations."

Zhu Lin's heart was pounding. It was the first time in her life that she mustered up the courage to say a word.

"I have to discuss this with my family. You haven't asked for their opinions."

"They all support it."

"Virtue."

Zhu Lin gave a light scold and walked away with a hot face.

It seemed like I had discussed this matter with him, but it also seemed like I hadn't.

It took Jiang Xian several days to finish writing the TV series script of "Huo Yuanjia", and Xu Xiaoming came to pick it up soon.

There is a certain difference between movie scripts and TV drama scripts. TV drama scripts are divided into episodes. Jiang Xian not only had to cut the original "Huo Yuanjia" into ten segments, but also had to add dialogues to each episode, and sometimes even had to add some supporting roles to enrich the series.

But it is not that difficult. The general framework of the story has been decided. He can easily make one episode long by showing some of his online literary skills, especially the basic skill of online literature, which is breaking chapters. He guarantees that every break in each episode will make the audience vomit blood.

Xu Xiaoming took the script of "Huo Yuanjia" back and read it, and came back soon, looking excited.

"You wrote it very well! Very skillful! When I read it, the pictures basically flowed in my mind."

He is also a screenwriter, so he naturally knows how profound the skills are needed to achieve such a level. At least he can't do it.

"Xiao Ming, can I ask a question?"

"You tell me." "How much do you plan to pay me for the script?" Jiang Xian felt that it was appropriate to ask this question now. He finished the work first, and only asked the price after Xu Xiaoming thought the script was good.

"We have to discuss this as well, but I can give you a conservative number." Xu Xiaoming gestured, "9,000 RMB."

Hiss.

When Jiang Xian heard this, he immediately ran off to Hong Kong.

I worked hard to write a script for the Beijing Film Studio for two thousand yuan.

Take the ready-made novel "Huo Yuanjia", add some nonsense and make a script for it, and it costs nine thousand.

Who wouldn't feel disappointed in this situation?

"Xiao Ming, when you pay me for my royalties, could you please not wire the money directly to me?" Jiang Xian asked tentatively.

Xu Xiaoming was also familiar with the ways of the mainland, and he immediately understood, "You want foreign exchange certificates?"

From 1980 to 1995, our country implemented a very unique dual currency system - the RMB and foreign exchange certificates circulated in the market at the same time.

Foreign exchange coupons are very scarce. With foreign exchange coupons, you can buy luxury goods and high-end goods in places like Friendship Stores and duty-free shops. You can buy imported goods and exchange them for US dollars. Many people in China pay the TOEFL registration fee by exchanging foreign exchange coupons for US dollars.

The reason why Xu Xiaoming was not allowed to remit money over was that at this moment, funds from abroad could only be remitted to the Bank of China. The Bank of China would force foreign exchange settlement and convert the foreign exchange received from abroad into an equivalent amount of RMB based on the exchange rate.

The two chatted for a while, and Jiang Xian suddenly said, "Xiao Ming, I was writing the script for Huo Yuanjia these days, and I wrote a lyric inspired by it. You can sing, so please help me take a look."

"Lyrics?" Xu Xiaoming became interested. He took the thin piece of paper handed to him by Jiang Xian and looked at the first line.

"The Great Wall will never fall!"

Oops.

The Great Wall will never fall down!
Xu Xiaoming was cheered up. This name was so impressive!

Then look down.

"After a century of slumber, the Chinese people are gradually waking up!"

"Open your eyes and look carefully, who is willing to admit that he is a captive?"

"Shout out loud, shout out loud, the whole nation is a soldier here!"

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"The Great Wall will never fall, and the Yellow River will flow!"

"The country is full of beautiful mountains and green hills. Ask me where the disease is in my country!"

"Break through the bloody road, wave your hands, and work hard for the country's rejuvenation!"

"We will not allow our land to be trampled upon again. The sleeping lion is gradually waking up!"

"Good words! Good words!" Xu Xiaoming's eyes lit up.

Reading this poem in his Cantonese pronunciation, it is really catchy and the sounds echo.

“It’s magnificent!”

"I am reminded of what Napoleon said: China is a sleeping lion. Once it wakes up, the whole world will tremble!"

"Are there any songs?"

Xu Xiaoming asked impatiently.

Jiang Xian shook his head. He didn't understand music and of course couldn't compose music.

But don't worry, the lyrics of this song came first and the music was composed later.

Xu Xiaoming read it several times and after a while he got an inspiration. He sat in Jiang Xian's room, humming and singing.

It only took one afternoon for the music to be composed almost naturally. With Jiang Xian's guidance, the classic song "The Great Wall Will Never Fall" was born.

Xu Xiaoming sang it several times in a passionate and powerful voice, singing with great ecstasy and shaking his head.

"Good song, Mr. Jiang, we wrote a good song together!"

Jiang Xian clapped his hands, "That's great, but can you pay me the royalties for this poem?"

Xu Xiaoming froze in place, as if a nail had been driven into his foot.

(End of this chapter)