Exciting 1979!

Chapter 103: Whoever gets Wei Ming wins the sales (guaranteed 1 update)
It was a very novel experience to be able to hear Latin American music in China in 1979.

Several homesick Latin American students came over to copy the tape, including the boys' dormitory, because many of the songs on the tape were new to them.

Wei Ming asked Melinda: "How did this aunt get the Latin American music tapes?"

"She said she had visited there and copied the video herself," Melinda said. "We met at the Nange Art Team."

Wei Ming nodded. He was probably a music teacher, but it was impressive that he could go abroad.

After the international students dispersed, Melinda returned to her room. She wanted to go to bed early and conserve her energy, after all, she had a tough battle in the night.

Wei Ming continued to read the newly published "Yenching Literature and Art" magazine. At almost ten o'clock, Cha Jianying, Xia Xiaohong, Wang Xiaoping and other classmates who were accompanying students came back together.

After flirting with Wei Ming in the dormitory management office, Xiao Cha asked the two of them to go upstairs first as she wanted to chat with Wei Ming.

"Wei Ming, are you going to England with Melinda?"

Wei Ming said angrily: "Xiao Cha, is this what you think of me? I can't just be attracted by her lust!"

"No, I'm just asking casually. I'm actually planning to study abroad. If you and Melinda are both going to the UK, then I'll choose to study in the UK. That's fine. I'm leaving."

But she took just two steps and came back: "One last question, should I leave the door open for Melinda tonight?"

Wei Ming narrowed his eyes and made a spatula motion on his neck.

Xiao Cha laughed and hurried upstairs.

Wei Ming was a little worried that Xiao Cha would go on "锵锵" to talk about his and Melinda's affairs in the future. She knew too much, and he couldn't keep this boy!

After locking the door, Wei Ming also fell asleep. After all, he didn't know when Melinda would come down. However, before going to bed, he took out three safety items that Melinda had left here.

At two o'clock in the morning, a red figure quietly came down the stairs, and Wei Ming opened his eyes sharply.

Two hours later, Melinda fled. Yesterday he said it was his first time, but today he took the initiative and taught himself a lesson.

Was he pretending before? Or did he see some ancient secret book in the library?
I heard that there is a magical book in China called "Jin Ping Mei", which seems to be about men and women. Unfortunately, I have never had the chance to see it.

Melinda fell asleep while she was thinking, which made Charlie on the other side suffer. He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. How interesting could this thing be that he had to stay up so late every day?
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The next day, Wei Ming completed his first martial arts novel "Heroes Have Always Been Young" in the library, which was only about 50,000 words.

Now all that’s missing is Aaron’s illustrations. Although the plot isn’t too tortuous or bizarre, considering that there are basically no martial arts novels in mainland China now, such a simple plot is enough.

Since he hadn't decided what to write next, Wei Ming planned to concentrate on his two-day class. Anyway, he had money now. With more than a thousand yuan, he could only afford to buy something too expensive. His life was already very affluent.

In addition to eating meat every meal, he now even wants to drink milk. It's not for Melinda's, but he thinks he should supplement with some high-quality protein to avoid spending more than he earns.

However, cow and sheep milk are scarce resources at this stage, and Wei Ming is not eligible to order it. He can only eat more eggs, no matter how expensive they are.

At noon, Wei Ming returned to the dormitory. Brother Feng was not there. Only Xiaomei and Biaozi were there. The two of them were lying on the bed like two dried salted fish, looking lifeless.

The school was demolishing old buildings these days, and a few of them had to help out. They were very tired, but this did not stop them from making meals for Wei Ming.

What a great sentiment, what a pure class feeling!

So Wei Ming shouted, "Brothers, I'll treat you to lunch at the Long March Canteen. Who's going?"

After hearing what Wei Ming said, the two of them immediately resurrected on the bed and returned Brother Ming to his former glory.

Even though the two of them had already eaten, there was still room for a few more pieces of meat in their stomachs.

Unexpectedly, during the meal, I met Dandan’s future ex-husband, Yingda, who was from the Psychology Department of the Class of 79. There were four or five men and women at their table, from different departments.

From what they said, they are all like-minded people who like drama and seem to want to set up a drama club.

There used to be drama organizations in Peking University, but they were all destroyed before. After the college entrance examination was resumed, the May Fourth Literary Society was only restored last year, and other student clubs are still in need of reconstruction.

Compared with literature, drama is slightly more niche and requires higher professional skills.

However, Yingda has a family background in this area. His father Ying Ruocheng is also an excellent drama actor, and has previously performed in "Longxugou" and "Camel Xiangzi".

Because Ying Ruocheng graduated from the Foreign Languages Department of Tsinghua University and has a very strong English level, he translated "Tea House" into English this year, and then translated Arthur Miller's "Death of a Salesman" into Chinese and put it on the stage of the People's Art Theatre.

He can translate it both forwards and backwards, which shows his high level. So it is no surprise that he could star in "The Last Emperor" with all English dialogues.

Someone in Yingda's group recognized Wei Ming and asked quietly, "Do you want to go over and say hello?"

Most students actually didn't care much about the fact that Wei Ming, a gatekeeper, became a real celebrity at Peking University. Without Wei Ming, they would not have had the chance to stand out.

But for an educated kid like Yingda who had the hope of making a name for himself at Peking University, this was too painful.

Why is it him and not me?
So in response to his companion's suggestion, he said indifferently: "I won't go. I don't like to flatter others."

He said it so impolitely that the person who made the suggestion looked very embarrassed.

At this time, a girl said, "But he can write. It would be great if he could write a play script for us!" Hearing this, Yingda was a little tempted. An excellent new script can indeed quickly expand the influence. But in the end, she refused: "So many masters have left behind so many time-tested excellent scripts. We still need him, and I can write scripts."

The scene was awkward for a moment. What happened to Yingda? Did Wei Ming steal his wife?

At this time, the food for Wei Ming and his friends' table had been served, and they also ordered three bottles of Arctic Ocean.

At the dinner table, Biaozi and Xiaomei regained their spirits and started to care about Wei Ming's feelings again.

Wei Ming: "Let's talk about something else. I don't want to irritate you."

In fact, they just wanted to hear the sex scene, but Wei Ming was not someone who would ever tell them how smooth Meilinda was.

Especially her good figure, wow, it's amazing. Wei Ming had seen and experienced such things in his previous life, but Melinda's figure is rare. You know Alexandra Daddario, she's about the same level.

"Then let's talk about 'Heroes Have Always Been Young'. Have you finished writing it?" Mei Wenhua asked. They haven't heard the ending of the story yet.

Wei Ming: "What a coincidence, I just finished writing it."

Biaozi asked excitedly: "What happened in the end? Were the Qing dogs eliminated?"

His voice was a little loud, and Yingda at the other table heard it. He paused in his eating and looked a little unhappy.

Wei Ming smiled and said, "Of course, the protagonist and his group beat the Qing Dynasty dogs to a pulp."

Yingda became even more depressed. He felt that the two were deliberately scolding him, but he had no evidence. After all, they didn't know him, and it was impossible for them to know that he was Manchu.

Moreover, they were cursing the Qing Dynasty, not the Manchus. Although he was unhappy, he could not rush up to claim responsibility and seek criticism. The more he ate, the less appetite he had. As the person who organized the dinner, he was the first to leave.

As soon as he left, the remaining few people immediately went over to greet Wei Ming, and Wei Ming responded very politely, which earned him high impression scores.

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When he came back from lunch, his colleague at the gate told him that someone was looking for him.

"Comrade Wei Ming, here," Luo Yihe, a student from the Chinese Department of the Class of 79, pointed at the gentle middle-aged man next to him and said, "This comrade is looking for you, so I took him to the South Gate."

"Wei Ming, writer Wei, I finally met the real God. Hello, I'm from October magazine, my name is Xie Dajun."

What a coincidence! After Luo Yihe graduated, he joined October, but he was in the poetry group, and this Xie Dajun who came to see me was obviously from the novel group.

"Oh, hello, editor Xie."

"Then let's find a place to sit?"

After thanking Luo Yihe, Wei Ming took him directly to the basement dormitory, which made Xie Dajun frown.

"You are now famous in the literary world, but Peking University lets you live in a place like this?" It seemed that he felt very unfair for Wei Mingming.

Wei Ming laughed: "I'm a security guard, and a four-person room is pretty good."

“But I can’t see the sun.”

"I'm not a sunflower. I don't need to bask in the sun all the time." Wei Ming said optimistically. In his previous life, he had lived in basements many times, and the population density was even higher, and the conditions were much worse than this.

Xie Dajun immediately expressed his admiration. Actually, there was nothing new in his coming, he just commissioned an article.

"Harvest" magazine has broken the record, and anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is Wei Ming's achievement.

There was also the previous "Yenching Literature and Art" and even the earlier "Wenhui Daily", Wei Ming's works effectively boosted the sales of newspapers and periodicals.

It can be said that in the field of literary journals, whoever gets Wei Ming gets the world.

So they are very eager for Wei Ming's next work.

"Sorry, I've already given it to Contemporary."

"We know this. If you have new works, we hope you can consider us, October. We are willing to pay the highest level of royalties!"

This is indeed very sincere. Wei Ming has never received the maximum royalties from any newspaper or magazine so far, because this not only depends on the quality, but also the author's qualifications and status in the industry.

I give you 7 yuan per thousand words and I also give Ba Lao 7 yuan per thousand words. How do we reflect the uniqueness of Ba Lao and others?

"I'll consider it, but I have no idea about new works right now."

The other party was not surprised. Since his debut, Wei Ming has written three novellas, one short story, and two poems, one long and one short. This frequency is considered very high, so it is normal to have some bottlenecks.

Before leaving, he gave Wei Ming the phone number of October, saying they could communicate by phone at any time.

Among the major publications, only Huacheng has not sent anyone to contact us.

But they are already planning...

(End of this chapter)