Exciting 1979!

Chapter 10 Let’s Harvest
Qiao Feng was so shocked that he was speechless for a moment. He didn't think there was any insider trading involved.

Because his old leader Wei Ping'an once told him that in order to help his wife improve her performance, he also wrote an article to get the job done, but it was rejected by the editor-in-chief.

Wei Ping'an is a top student from Peking University. Even though he didn't major in liberal arts, he is a good writer in the army. The speeches he wrote are also very brilliant. Yet he couldn't pass this test. But Wei Ming can!

This Tom is a talent!
At this moment, Qiao Feng was certain that Wei Ming would not be able to stay with them for long, as this guy was not one of them.

"Well, go ahead and write. We won't talk about Tianlong today."

Wei Ming smiled and said, "I haven't thought of what to write yet. This time I plan to submit it to those literary magazines."

"You come from the countryside, so write about things in the countryside."

Brother Feng’s words woke the dreamer up.

Although Wei Ming did not reject the idea of "borrowing from" successful works of later generations, the choice of successful works of later generations was so wide that he was overwhelmed.

Qiao Feng's suggestions invisibly narrowed his choices and helped him make a choice as quickly as possible.

He thought of Gouzi Village where he lived, his parents and sister, the villagers with different personalities, and the donkeys, horses, cattle and sheep in the brigade that his father often dealt with.

He thought again of what Zhao Debiao had said about him when they were taking a shower, "You are such an ass!"

驴！
Got it!

It's it!
He wants to write a story about a donkey!
I recalled the movie and was about to start writing when the door opened and Zhao Debiao and Mei Wenhua came back together.

Mei Wenhua looked very happy, and Zhao Debiao spoke directly to him the reason for his happiness.

"Just now I saw Mei Wenhua with a female college student. Hey, that girl is very pretty and well-proportioned!"

"Oh?" Qiao Feng was also happy for him, "Xiaomei is in trouble!"

Mei Wenhua said modestly: "No, no, no, she is a sister from our compound, she is from the 78th grade, we met and chatted for a while."

"Isn't this a premeditated encounter?"

"Purely coincidental."

"So what did you talk about?"

"Let's talk about literature. My sister is a member of the May Fourth Literary Society. She knows that I am a writer, so she asked me to write an article for their magazine, Weiming Lake. I thought we were from the same compound, so I helped her. It's not a big favor."

Mei Wenhua was becoming more and more excited. The literary society of Peking University's talented people asked him to write for an article. This wave of B really made him pretend.

Qiao Feng never expected that a small school guard dormitory could have two talented people, Wei Ming and Mei Wenhua.

"You are truly the best of the best among our security guards!" he said with emotion.

Zhao Debiao pointed at his own face in shock: "Ah, can I compare with Crouching Dragon and Phoenix?"

"Who said you?" Qiao Feng pointed at Wei Ming on the upper bunk. "I have good news to announce to everyone. Wei Ming wrote an article a while ago and it was picked up by a magazine. It will be published this month!"

After a brief silence...

"Fuck you!" Zhao Debiao's eyes widened, and he rushed to the upper bunk and looked at Wei Ming: "Brother Ming, is this true?"

Wei Ming nodded implicitly.

"Then you are much better than Mei Wenhua. He may not even be favored. Do you get any royalties?"

"Yes, I have."

"Mei Wenhua, do you get paid for writing the novel 'Wenming Lake'?" he asked again.

Mei Wenhua hesitated: "Ah, well, it's vulgar to talk about money. I'm just here to support the students... ideals are priceless... the moon is so round today!"

I see. No money, just voluntary work.

Zhao Debiao ignored him and turned to Wei Ming, rubbing his hands: "Brother Ming, now you can earn royalties, don't you have to show your appreciation~" Wei Ming was still thinking about slacking off in the school security team and doing a side job, so this small request would definitely be no problem.

"Okay, when I get my second payment, I'll treat everyone to a meal at the Changzheng Canteen."

"Ah, why is it the second payment?"

"I plan to send all the first payment back home," Wei Ming answered truthfully.

Hearing Wei Ming say this, Zhao Debiao felt a little ashamed. After all, Brother Ming was from the countryside, and his foundation was not as strong as those of them who lived in the imperial city.

So he suggested: "How about this, let's find a time and go to the Changzheng Canteen to celebrate with Brother Ming."

Just as Mei Wenhua was about to ask "Why?", Qiao Feng said proudly, "You don't have to pay, I'll treat you to this meal!"

At this moment, everyone looked at him as if they were looking at the boss Qiao in the story. Brother is indeed a very extravagant person.

Qiao Feng only earns a few dozen yuan a month, which is just a meal in the Changzheng canteen, not Quanjude.

Wei Ming thanked him quickly, and the other two cheered. Qiao Feng then taught them: "Don't forget to buy something for your family after you get your first paycheck next month. It's a token of your appreciation."

They both said yes again.

Zhao Debiao looked at Wei Ming with admiration. He asked curiously, "Brother Ming, are you writing a martial arts novel like Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils?"

“No, it’s a fairy tale.”

Zhao Debiao was immediately disappointed. He felt that with Ming Ge's eloquence, his martial arts writing should be no worse than that old man Jin.

When Mei Wenhua heard that the work Wei Ming had approved was a fairy tale, its limelight just overshadowed became exciting again.

"So it's a fairy tale for children. I didn't expect that you, Wei Ming, are so childish~" Mei Wenhua said sarcastically, then took out a new magazine from her bag.

Wei Ming ignored him, but Zhao Debiao refused to do it: "What's wrong with fairy tales? At least it can make money, which is better than working for nothing."

Mei Wenhua raised his head and said, "What children read can only be regarded as stories. There is no threshold and it cannot be considered as literary quality. But what I write, at least, belongs to the category of literature."

"Tsk tsk tsk, I think you are just sour."

At this time, Qiao Feng spoke up: "Xiao Wei is preparing a new work. This time it's not a fairy tale. He is going to submit it to a literary magazine."

Mei Wenhua was stunned and asked hurriedly, "Which publication do you plan to submit it to?"

Wei Ming: "I haven't thought about it yet. I don't really understand these things."

Mei Wenhua immediately suggested: "Among the current literary magazines, the most recommended ones are People's Literature and Harvest. The one in my hand is the latest issue of Harvest. It has 30 years of history and Ba Lao is the editor-in-chief. It is full of gold. If you want to submit, submit to this. If you are selected, you will definitely be recognized by everyone in the world."

Zhao Debiao exclaimed: "Wow, this is so powerful! Brother Ming, throw it! Throw it!"

Wei Mingna responded readily: "Okay, then vote for Harvest."

Zhao Debiao meant well and thought that if he was going to vote, he should vote for the coolest one.

Mei Wenhua is a bit mean. The magazine "Harvest" is published every two months, and there are only four or five novels in each issue. However, because of its leading position in the industry, the four or five seats are competed for by the best writers in the country.

In addition to the strength of the article, the author's fame is also a very important factor.

Not to mention Wei Ming, a security guard, even among the talented men and women at Peking University, ask if anyone has published an article in "Harvest"!
No!

Not one!
So if Wei Ming wanted to submit an article to Harvest, there would be only one result.

Rejected!

It can also be said that——

tragedy!

(End of this chapter)