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Chapter 274: It's a nice thought. What level are you? Are you worthy? (Please subscribe)
According to the original plan, Cheng Xuemin's train would stay in the provincial capital of northern Shaanxi for about three hours before continuing westward into the Northwest.

So after listening to the clanging sounds of trains for three nights, Cheng Xuemin arrived in the provincial capital of northern Shaanxi on the morning of the fourth day.

Because the train had to stop in the provincial capital for three hours, Cheng Xuemin did not wait on the train. Instead, he got off the train as planned, taking the manuscript of "Ordinary World".

Also, because they did not notify Yanhe Literature in advance, Editor-in-Chief Hu and Lu Yao and others certainly did not know that Cheng Xuemin would arrive today, so they did not arrange for anyone to pick him up at the train station.

Just like last time, Cheng Xuemin came out of the train station, called a rickshaw, told the driver the place and asked him to pedal quickly.

I should be able to get back in time, but I'm just rushing to go to Yanhe Literature.

When he comes back, you can ask Editor-in-Chief Hu and others to arrange a car to take him here. Last time they sent a car.

Moreover, this was Cheng Xuemin’s second visit to Yanhe Literature, and he still remembered how to get there. In fact, it was not very far, just at the foot of the imperial city of the old Chang’an.

But even so, the rickshaw driver still pedaled for nearly an hour before he took Cheng Xuemin to his destination. He gave Cheng Xuemin a fifty-cent bill and told him not to keep the change.

"Hey, comrade, I'll give you some money..."

It would only cost 20 cents to walk from the train station to the foot of the imperial city, but unexpectedly, the young comrade gave him 50 cents and didn't ask for change.

The tricycle driver was caught off guard and didn't know how to respond.

"No, no, no. I'm sorry to have to rush you in such a hot day. Just use it to buy a popsicle to cool down!" Cheng Xuemin walked towards the gate of Yanhe Literature and said without turning his head.

It was indeed very embarrassing, especially for the tricycle driver who was so tired and hot that his whole body was soaked. If this had happened ten years ago, Cheng Xuemin would have been accused of capitalist exploitation and oppression.

"You don't need so many popsicles!?"

The tricycle driver was flattered and wanted to catch up to ask for the money, but the young comrade soon disappeared.

"Little comrade, you are a writer of Yanhe Literature, right? I have seen you before. You should have been here before, right?"

Cheng Xuemin arrived at the Yanhe Literary Unit and registered at the security guard. The guard seemed to remember Cheng Xuemin, but was hesitant to recognize him and was reluctant to speak.

"Yes, Master Yang, I am the author of Yanhe Literature. I came here during the first month of the Chinese New Year this year!"

"I came here today to deliver a manuscript to Editor-in-Chief Hu!"

The security guard might remember Cheng Xuemin, but he certainly couldn't call out Cheng Xuemin's name for a long time.

I only remember meeting Cheng Xuemin. That was because Cheng Xuemin returned to Yanjing in the first month of this year and came over once when he passed through the provincial capital.

It only happened once, so even though the old man is old, the memory of a security guard is not bad.

The person who concerned Cheng Xuemin the most was the security guard at the west gate of Yan University. He was definitely a big shot pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger. He remembered Cheng Xuemin's past clearly and sold it all out at once.

"Oh! Are you here to deliver a manuscript to our Editor-in-Chief Hu? You must be a very capable young man, but why can't I remember your name?"

Cheng Xuemin signed his name and said a few words to the other party. When the security guard heard that he was going to deliver the manuscript directly to their editor-in-chief, he was immediately in awe.

Because everyone knows that if a manuscript can be sent to their editor-in-chief, it means that their editor-in-chief has personally taken care of the manuscript, then what about the writer himself?

But how come he has such a bad memory that he can't remember what the other person's name is?

Logically speaking, there are only a few such young writers who can send their manuscripts directly to their editor-in-chief, right?
"Master Yang, my name is Cheng Xuemin... I'll go in first!"

Cheng Xuemin put down the registration pen in his hand, introduced himself to the guard with a smile, and walked into the gate of Yanhe Literature.

"Ah! Your name is Cheng Xuemin, right?! Okay, okay, then you go in first! You should know Editor-in-Chief Hu's office. It's on the second floor, on the left!"

"I know, I know. Okay, okay, thank you, Master Yang!" Cheng Xuemin nodded, said thank you and continued walking inside.

"This young man is called Cheng Xuemin, right? This name is indeed very familiar. Where is he a writer from?"

Master Yang at the gate was still slow to react. He looked at the name signed by Cheng Xuemin in the registration book and thought that the name was indeed very familiar and he must have heard it somewhere before. He just couldn't remember where it was. It was a writer who had just come up.

"Old Yang, what are you mumbling about? What writer is this Cheng Xuemin? Isn't he a pioneer of reform and opening up who came out of northern Shaanxi?"

"At the National Outstanding Writers Awards Ceremony last month, he received six certificates at once. At that time, our publishing house hung a big banner and set off firecrackers to celebrate!"

As luck would have it, Hu Cai, the editor-in-chief of Yanhe Literature, was pushing his bicycle back from outside. When he passed the guard post, he wanted to say hello to Lao Yang, but he happened to hear Lao Yang muttering about Cheng Xuemin, and couldn't help but ask with a surprised smile.

"Huh?! Editor-in-Chief Hu, how did you get back from outside?"

"What happened to your bike?"

When Master Yang saw that it was their editor-in-chief, Lao Hu, who was pushing his bicycle in from outside with sweat all over his forehead, he couldn't help but look in the direction of Hu Cai's office upstairs in surprise. He didn't notice that Editor-in-Chief Hu went out today!

Also, what’s wrong with Editor-in-Chief Hu’s bicycle?
"Stop talking. I just came back from Old Wu's place at the Xi'an Film Studio. My bicycle had a flat tire. I pushed it all the way back. I was so hot!"

Hu Cai also complained about the weather. It was indeed too hot. Even his bicycle had a flat tire due to the heat, so he had to push it all the way back.

"Ah?! The bike has a flat tire?!"

"Then Editor-in-Chief Hu, please park your bicycle nearby and I will come to fix your tire!" The security guard, Master Yang, has a skill. He can repair bicycle tires. Whenever colleagues in the unit have a flat tire, they basically ask him to fix it!
"It's so hot, thank you for your hard work, Old Yang!"

Hu Cai wiped the sweat from his forehead. It wasn't that he was reluctant to repair the tire outside. In fact, he didn't come across any tire repair stall on the way back.

Now I'm at the office, and it just so happens that the security guard, Master Yang, has the skills to do this, so I won't hesitate.

"No hard work, no hard work!"

Master Yang rushed out of the guard room, took the bicycle from Hu Cai, and said repeatedly: "Oh, Editor-in-Chief Hu, I remember now!"

"Isn't Cheng Xuemin the pioneer of reform and opening up who came out of northern Shaanxi? He also won six certificates at the National Outstanding Writers Awards Ceremony, right?!"

Master Yang, who realized it later, was first anxious to care about their editor-in-chief Hu's bicycle, and then he reacted and exclaimed.

"Uh, yeah! What happened to Old Yang? I seemed to hear you mumbling about him just now?"

While Hu Cai took off the briefcase hanging on the front of the bicycle, he asked Lao Yang again.

"coming!"

"Here he comes, here he comes!"

Upon hearing that it was the pioneer of the reform and opening up, the security guard Master Yang's face instantly became excited and he kept pointing inside the compound and spoke.

"Old Yang, who's here?" Hu Cai was confused. Old Yang must be really old. He spoke incoherently and confused him.

"Cheng Xuemin, the pioneer of reform and opening up... Editor-in-Chief Hu, Cheng Xuemin, who won six awards, is here. He said he has a manuscript for you, Editor-in-Chief Hu!"

"What? Xuemin is coming?"

Hu Cai was so surprised that he was overwhelmed with joy. In his excitement, he didn't even pull down the briefcase hanging on the front of the bike, and he even moved the bike forward two steps.

Upon seeing this, Master Yang quickly shouted to press the brake so that he could remove the briefcase strap from the bell.

"Lao Yang, put the bag here first, and you can bring it to me later!"

But at this time, Hu Cai was too excited to care about the briefcase. He asked Lao Yang to deliver it to him later and hurried inside.

Cheng Xuemin was of course unaware of the little episode downstairs. He went up to the second floor as if he knew the route well and now stopped at the door of the first room on the left, which was the editorial office of Lu Yao and Jia Aoping.

Cheng Xuemin stood outside the door, looked inside twice, and found that Lu Yao and Jia Aoping were both there.

"Lao Lu, this horrible weather is so hot it's enough to kill people! It would be great if Lao Hu could give us an electric fan!" Jia Aoping fanned himself with a magazine in his hand and said to Lu Yao who was sitting next to him.

"I see, Old Jia, you are missing the electric fan at Xuemin's house again, right?" Lu Yao, who was standing next to him, directly exposed his thoughts and said mercilessly, "Then you should just stop worrying about it!"

"You know that Xuemin's electric fan is a foreign product. It can only be bought at the Overseas Chinese Store Friendship Store, and you need foreign exchange coupons!"

"Didn't our provincial capital just open a Friendship Store? I actually went there a couple of days ago and saw the foreign stuff there. It was really good!" Jia Aoping continued, following up on Lu Yao's words.

"Ha! Old Jia, you are really good! Do you have foreign exchange coupons? I heard that an electric fan costs more than 300 foreign exchange coupons. Do you have any?"

Lu Yao nodded. A new Friendship Store had indeed just opened in their provincial capital, and the foreign items inside did include electric fans.

Moreover, on such a hot day, the electric fan was the most conspicuous item. Unfortunately, it was priced at more than 300 yuan, and it was in foreign exchange coupons, which instantly discouraged everyone who wanted to buy it and made it impossible for them to afford it.

"We personally don't have any, but the company should have some foreign exchange coupons in reserve, right? I don't believe that Lao Hu doesn't even have 300 foreign exchange coupons in reserve!"

"Then forget it! The society may have some, but definitely not too much. It must be a reserve for emergencies!"

"Buy you an electric fan? You're really thinking big, Lao Jia!"

Lu Yao continued to attack Jia Aoping. It was indeed as Lu Yao said. As the first magazine in the provincial capital, Yanhe Literature must have some reserves of foreign exchange coupons.

But do you want Lao Hu to take it out and buy them electric fans?

Old Jia, you are dreaming. Haven’t you seen that Old Hu doesn’t even have one in his office?

If you are not even worthy of Lao Hu’s level, what level are you, Lao Jia? Are you worthy?

"Isn't it okay to think about it?"

Jia Aoping was so angry that he could only mutter something in anger. Then he subconsciously looked towards the corridor. He was stunned again and shouted, "Xuemin, when did you come?"

"Student citizen?"

Lu Yao was also startled and looked towards the door. She saw that the person standing at the door was Cheng Xuemin, so they all stood up and greeted him.

"Uh... Lao Jia Lao Lu, I just got here a while ago!"

Cheng Xuemin ate a melon at the door. Unexpectedly, in the middle of last month, after the award ceremony, Lao Lu and Lao Jia came to visit his home. What impressed them most was the electric fan in his home! ?

But think about it, the weather is really too hot, and everyone would be worried.

"Really? I was thinking, Xuemin, you would pass by our place these two days, but I didn't expect you would specially come here!"

Lu Yao then welcomed Cheng Xuemin in, found a seat for Cheng Xuemin to sit down, and shouted to Jia Aoping, "Old Jia, quickly get Xuemin some herbal tea."

"I know, I know. Isn't it pouring?" Jia Aoping was also very enthusiastic and active. He hurried to help pour the cold tea and said with a self-joking smile, "Xuemin, the weather here is hotter than your Beijing, right? Lao Lu and I were just thinking about asking Lao Hu to equip us with an electric fan like the one you have at home."

"Yes, it is indeed hotter here in our provincial capital than in Yanjing!"

Cheng Xuemin smiled and nodded, saying that he indeed found that the further northwest he went, the hotter the weather became. It was only a few steps after getting off the rickshaw.

Cheng Xuemin was so hot that he was sweating all over.

The worst thing is that Yanhe Literature also has not been equipped with electric fans, so it may have to wait until the second half of this year.

By then, domestic electric fans will be available on the market like mushrooms after rain, and they will definitely be the first to be put into these government agencies, with large units being given priority for installation.

"That's not the case!" Jia Aoping nodded repeatedly, then handed Cheng Xuemin a large bowl of herbal tea.

"Thank you! Thank you, Lao Jia!"

Cheng Xuemin took the cold tea and drank it in one gulp without hesitation. He was so thirsty that his mouth was smoking. It was also hard to imagine that Old Xie and his brother-in-law were filming in such a hot environment in the northwest. Could they bear it?

"Xuemin, you should be passing by here this time, right? Are you going to the northwest to take pictures of the Wrangler?"

"That's going to be tough!"

Lu Yao then sighed and knew why Cheng Xuemin appeared here. He had mentioned it when she visited his home in the middle of last month.

I didn't think about the manuscript, I just thought that Cheng Xuemin was passing by and came to sit with me.

After all, in the middle of last month, Cheng Xuemin agreed to a commission from Yanhe Literature, and he said on the spot that it would be a novel of 200,000 to 300,000 words.

This definitely takes time to slowly polish the ideas and write slowly.

So even after only twenty days, Lu Yao, Jia Aoping and the others did not think that Cheng Xuemin had finished the manuscript.

They all hold pens and write articles, and Cheng Xuemin's writing speed is indeed high, but they don't think his productivity can be so fast.

"Yeah! I don't really know what the situation is with Director Xie. It's actually my fault for delaying it until now!"

"I'm sure the crew members are complaining to me now!"

Cheng Xuemin also smiled bitterly. It was indeed his fault for procrastinating. Originally, this project was supposed to start filming before the New Year!

But who knew it would be delayed again and again until the middle of summer.

Of course, the original work of "The Horse Herder" was actually filmed in the summer, two years later.

Therefore, the shooting environment and conditions did not actually change much.

"By the way, Lao Lu, Lao Jia, and Lao Hu are all in the publishing house, right? I stopped by this time to hand in my manuscript to you!"

After saying that, Cheng Xuemin took out three thick manuscript papers from the briefcase at his feet and said.

"Ah! Xuemin, what did you say? Which long article did you finish so quickly?"

……

Asking for a monthly ticket!
(End of this chapter)