1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 427 Register first!
Jiang Xian slept in.

During this period, he first published People's Digest and then stole the limelight at state banquets.

Physically and mentally satisfied, but also physically and mentally exhausted.

"yawn."

After waking up, Zhu Lin had already gone to the crew. He stretched his arms and kicked his legs, took a while to wake up, and then took a look at his Swiss imported Tudor watch.

"It's already 1 o'clock?"

"How intense was it last night?"

He stretched himself, feeling full of energy again. He put on a pair of shorts, took the washbasin and toothbrush, casually put a towel around his neck, and went to the yard to wash up.

"Jiang Xian, why did you wake up now?"

His mother, Rao Yuemei, hugged her daughter and reminded her, "Your Aunt Zhang and Aunt Li are here."

"Hey, Xiao Jiang is awake?"

"Xiao Jiang, why don't you put on more clothes? What if you catch a cold?"

"Yes, yes. Don't think you don't need to be careful just because you are young. My husband always liked to be naked when he was young. Now that he is old, his waist must be in bad condition."

Both of them are friends of Jiang Xian's mother. They don't visit or contact each other often, but today they came together and asked Jiang Xian about his well-being. Their attitude was very respectful.

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Jiang Xian exchanged a few words with the two men, then turned around and saw a tall, skinny man with long hair emerging from the Chuihua Gate.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, hello!"

"you are?"

The man looked excited and said, "I am a writer, my pen name is Lu Jin."

"Comrade Lu Ji, what can I do for you?"

"Inspired by your article "The Wreath at the Foot of the Mountain", I also wrote a novel called "The Green Pine on the Mountain". I think it should be a top-notch work of military literature in the new era. I would like you to take a look at it and help me publish it."

Lu Jin was full of confidence and spoke with confidence, as if everything was as it should be.

Jiang Xian was speechless, isn't this just pure insanity?

He did not dare to anger the man, and said calmly: "Comrade Lu Ji, I don't know you. Please go out first. Please ask the magazine to help you look at the manuscript. Don't let me look at it for you. You just ran into someone's house casually, which is trespassing."

Xu Chenhui walked over from the door and looked at Lu Jin with vigilance and ferocity in his eyes, as if if this guy made any more moves, he would catch him on the spot.

"No way? If not, forget it." Surprisingly, Lu Jin didn't insist too much and turned away.

"What's going on?"

"That's right, who are these people?" Aunt Zhang and Aunt Li also murmured in surprise.

Jiang Xian and Xu Chenhui went to the door together to take a look and confirmed that the guy had really left. Then they came back, quickly brushed their teeth and washed their faces, then went back to the house to put on their clothes. Only then did they have time to go see their daughter.

"Look who's here? Come, call daddy."

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee."

Children are meant to be played with. The more Jiang Xian played with her, the cuter he thought his daughter was. He touched and pinched her here and there and couldn't let her go.

Why is the daughter born to him and His Majesty so pretty?
After teasing for a while, he successfully made his daughter cry. He was satisfied and turned to look at Rao Yuemei.

"You're not going to work today?"

"The factory has approved my leave."

"Didn't you say you wouldn't approve it?" Jiang Xian wondered.

Rao Yuemei scratched her head. "I don't know why. I just arrived at the office this morning and someone came to tell me that my leave was approved. I just came back to see my granddaughter."

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Jiang Xian knew without thinking that this matter must be related to him.

Her son just made a splash in front of the whole country yesterday, and he was given a day off today.

It is not difficult to imagine that the factory gave him face and thus gave his mother this special care.

"Oh, now I've become a celebrity."

The achievement made Jiang Xian feel quite satisfied with his life.

But when he saw Aunt Zhang and Aunt Li coming to visit, he felt a little headache again.

It’s annoying to be a celebrity.

Take celebrities from later generations, such as Quan Hongchan and Dayige, for example. Their homes are packed with people every day. It doesn’t feel like a place they live, but more like a tourist attraction. People come to live stream and check in, making their homes like exhibition halls.

This phenomenon exists not only in later generations, let’s talk about the store opened by Zhao Zhen.

As a common idol of young artists, every day young artists from all over the country go to his house to tell him about their artistic dreams.

By the way, I also want to have a meal.

"Thanks to the underdeveloped transportation nowadays." Jiang Xian muttered secretly.

If the transportation was well developed, there would probably be more than just Aunt Zhang and Aunt Li, and more than just Lu Jin, coming to our house today.

I don’t know how many people from all over the country who are interested in doing good things would rush to his house.

After dinner, the guests left and Jiang Xian went to help Rao Yuemei wash the dishes.

He said he was helping, but his hands did not move. He thought for a long time before saying:

"Mom, if you don't want to look back, just quit your job."

"Resign?"

Rao Yuemei glanced at him and said, "I'll retire in a few more years."

"Your granddaughter can't wait a few more years."

Jiang Xian smiled and said, "You said I'm busy now and Zhu Lin is busy too, we can't really ask Zhu Hong, a college student, to help take care of the children every day, she still has her own studies.

Besides, you're asking for leave every day now, you might as well just quit your job to avoid gossip from people in the factory."

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Rao Yuemei thought about it and felt that it made sense.

She had long wanted to lie down and give up.

Anyway, she knew how rich Jiang Xian was. He could buy a big villa in the United States at will. His family conditions were definitely not bad for her salary.

Besides, her son is now a celebrity. It is not right for her, a factory cadre, to ask for leave every day. It would not look good if this matter were to get out. She has to help her son protect his reputation.

"Where's Jiang Xian?"

"Comrade Jiang Xian!"

As the two were chatting, they heard a commotion in the yard. Jiang Xian wondered if a braised chicken had left and a roast chicken had arrived. He went out and saw that it was an aunt from the street committee with a red armband on her arm.

"Comrade, what's wrong?"

"Is it Comrade Jiang Xian?"

When the old lady saw Jiang Xian, she shook his hand warmly and said, "I'm here to visit you on behalf of our neighborhood!"

"Oh, you're too polite." Jiang Xian held her hand back, "Thank you for the concern of the street."

"We all saw the military parade in the movie based on your novel in the newspaper. It was glorious! So glorious! The committee specially prepared a banner for your family!"

The old lady took a red satin flag from the staff behind her and handed it to Jiang Xian, who handed it to Rao Yuemei. Rao Yuemei's face was as happy as a chrysanthemum.

“Thanks to the streets.”

"Yes, thank you for the care of the street." Jiang Xian thanked the aunt enthusiastically.

"You're welcome, you're welcome." The old lady was also happy. She was holding the hands that wrote "The Wreath Under the Mountain"!
If I learn from other people's talents, I'll be able to write promotional slogans more easily when I return.

"If you encounter any difficulties in the future, just tell the street committee. We are here to help people solve their problems." The aunt said this casually.

Jiang Xian took it seriously and held the old lady who was caught off guard. "That's great, Auntie. I have a problem right now."

"Now?"

The aunt had never expected that someone would really take advantage of the situation. "What's wrong?"

"Take my house for example. There are a lot of strangers coming to my house these days. Just now, one came and begged me to publish his novel. I was afraid that he was carrying some weapon, so I persuaded him to leave. Fortunately, he didn't have any bad intentions. Just imagine if I met someone with a problem here, it would be so scary." Jiang Xian pointed to his head.

"Oh, there is such a thing?"

"Yeah, I feel like I can't live here anymore. I have to move out and find somewhere else."

"Don't bother me!"

The aunt was anxious.

It's so hard to find such a writer in their alley. If he moves away, wouldn't it be like losing a celebrity?

"Well, I'll have the comrades on the street help you keep an eye on the area. If we spot anyone with suspicious behavior, we'll take him down right away."

"Is this appropriate? This will cause too much trouble to the street." Jiang Xian looked embarrassed. His expression could be summed up in four words: both a presumptuous and insolent person.

"No trouble, no trouble."

The auntie said indifferently, "As for you, please be careful and close the door. Don't let anyone in."

"to make."

Jiang Xian's worries were resolved and he was in a good mood. He helped his mother hang the banner on the wall, then put on his clothes and prepared to go take a look at People's Digest.

"I'll ask him to contact you when he arrives at the office." Liu Bei sighed and hung up the phone.

In the few days since National Day, the phone at the People's Digest mailroom has been ringing non-stop.

All the calls basically had the same meaning, either wanting to reprint "The Garland Under the Mountain" or to discuss creative work.

"How much money can I make from this royalties?" Liu Bei calculated with envy in her eyes. She even couldn't help fantasizing that if the novel "Wreath" was written by her, the money she earned from the novel would be enough for her to live on for the rest of her life.

"Comrade, comrade, please let me in."

When she arrived at the yard, Liu Bei caught a glimpse of her colleague Xiao Zhou yelling.

"Are you from Shandong TV? I'm from CCTV? Let me tell you, ten people have come in the past two days, all of them said they were from the TV station, but when they saw our editor-in-chief, eight of them went crazy. I advise you guys not to make trouble for no reason. The police will arrive here in less than five minutes. I'm not trying to scare you, but there are a few blind thieves who have been beaten up now, so get out of here! Are you going to leave or not? Are you going to leave or not?"

The other party looked bitter and said, "Comrade, we are really from Shandong TV Station. We took a long train ride to get here. I have a letter of introduction."

"Oh, it's true." Xiao Zhou opened it and took a look. The man was called Teng Jingde, and he was really from Shandong TV Station.

"Register."

"Why do I need to register? Didn't I show you the letter of introduction?"

"What happened?"

Xiao Zhou rolled his eyes and said, "Our editor-in-chief said that too many people have come to see him recently, which has seriously affected the normal work of the agency. We need to register and make an appointment in advance.

Please register with me first and come back at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

Teng Jingde and his colleagues looked at each other, and there was nothing they could do. They could only register indignantly. There was no other way, when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

"This is Comrade Teng Jingde, the director of Shandong TV Station, and this is Comrade Xi Yuming, the director of Jinan TV Station."

"Hello, hello."

Jiang Xian met Teng Jingde and Xi Yuming in the office.

The two said enthusiastically:
"Comrade Jiang Xian, I came here in a hurry, so I brought you some Shandong specialties."

“This is sorghum candy.”

“This is a waterless cake.”

"Calcium milk biscuits from Qingdao Food Factory."

"Taian's Bandaojing wine."

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After a few more pleasantries, Teng Jingde couldn't wait to speak, "It's a great thing that the 'Wreath' was used as the representative float image of the national literary and art circles in the military parade this time! We in the Shandong Federation of Literary and Art Circles are very proud!"

Teng Jingde said that the Shandong Federation of Literary and Art Circles felt proud, and Jiang Xian understood it very well, because the novel "The Wreath" involves Yimeng Mountain and Shandong in too many places, and is inextricably linked to Shandong.

Just like Shanxi's cultural tourism industry was excited after the hit of "Black Myth", it is not surprising that the Shandong Federation of Literary and Art Circles attaches importance to the novel "Wreath".

"After discussion at the Shandong Federation of Literary and Art Circles, we decided to make the novel "The Wreath" into a TV series."

“Oh, you’re here for the adaptation rights?”

"Exactly!"

Teng Jingde expressed his sincerity: "We know that it is not easy to film this novel well with the example of Shanghai Film Studio, but please rest assured, comrade Jiang Xian, we at the Shandong Federation of Literary and Art Circles have made up our minds this time, even if we have to gather all the strength of Shandong, we will make the TV series of "Hualu" a success."

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Jiang Xian thought for a moment and said, "You want the rights to adapt the TV series. I have no objection to that, but my price is very high."

"You make a price."

"About 20,000 yuan."

"Two or Two Thousand"

Teng Jingde was stunned.

"You mean the adaptation price? Not the script price?"

"Yes, for the adaptation price, you can hire someone to write the script." Jiang Xian said.

He doesn't have the energy to write scripts and then sell them at the price of the scripts now. Given his wealth and status, he is fully qualified to break away from this model.

Teng Jingde glanced at Xi Yuming who was traveling with him.

Both of them looked embarrassed.

Twenty thousand yuan!
This is just the adaptation price, not the script price.

You know, nowadays, movie scripts usually only cost two to three thousand yuan.

The adaptation price of "The Garland" is equivalent to ten times the script price of an ordinary movie!

But Jiang Xian is indeed qualified to ask for this, because the movie "Wreath" is ten times more successful than other movies.

"Comrade Jiang Xian, twenty thousand, hmm, this price is still too expensive. If the adaptation rights alone cost twenty thousand, the subsequent production of the TV series will be affected." Teng Jingde said in embarrassment.

“Is it too expensive?”

Jiang Xian looked at the two of them with a smile. He knew very well that the price he offered was outrageous.

He paused, and said in a casual manner:

"If it's difficult, I'll give the adaptation rights to the comrades from the Shandong Federation of Literary and Art Circles for free."

"free?"

Teng Jingde was dumbfounded again.

From 20,000 yuan to free, from the foot of the mountain to the cloud, who could have imagined this?

He and Xi Yuming looked at each other.

Both faces were blank.

I don’t understand what Jiang Xian’s plan is.

(End of this chapter)