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Chapter 11: Manuscript Fee (Please Read)
After washing up, Zhao Debiao thought of something: "Brother Ming, then you won't have time to talk about Tianlong tonight?"

Qiao Feng scolded him: "Wei Ming's top priority now is to create."

Wei Ming smiled and said, "I've been the one telling you stories before, why don't you tell me one today?"

"What?"

Wei Ming: "My new novel is a novel about educated youth, but I have never been one. Biaozi and Wenhua, please tell me your stories as educated youth."

Although he had never been an educated youth, there had been educated youth in Wei Ming's village, especially his cousin's father-in-law, who was an educated youth from Yanjing who eventually settled in the village. He was very representative, and Wei Ming extracted many elements from him.

Zhao Debiao was very enthusiastic. He went to the countryside at the age of 16 and worked as an educated youth in Northeast China for two and a half years. Many stories happened during that period.

Things like hitting roe deer with a stick, scooping fish with a ladle, pheasants flying into the rice pot, helping a widow fetch water, and being peeped at by the widow while taking a bath, etc.

Under Biaozi's lead, Mei Wenhua also started talking, but he talked less about his own life and more about the stories of other educated youth, including but not limited to the stories of city educated youth who tricked country girls into having sex in sorghum fields.

You can tell that he is very envious.

The stories told by these eyewitnesses provided Wei Ming with a lot of details, and details determine success or failure.

In the next few days, in addition to running exercises, attending classes, training, and familiarizing himself with the campus with Qiao Feng, Wei Ming put all his energy into this novel.

As for the "serialization" of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils", it could only be done during the breaks between meals. In addition to a few people in the same dormitory, other security guards also joined in listening to the story.

Because Wei Ming was good at telling stories and was good at handling things, no one had any objections even though Qiao Feng treated him differently during training.

However, Wei Ming still has high demands on himself. He also hopes that he can have a good body so that he can remain strong and vigorous when he is in his sixties or seventies without taking any medicine.

After a few days of balanced diet and exercise, at least he no longer looked as pale as when he first arrived. His complexion was getting better and better, and his figure was gradually filling out.

If you are physically healthy, your spirit will be good and your brain will work faster.

At first he only wrote two to three thousand words a day, but later he wrote faster and faster, up to 8000 words a day without affecting his work or sleep.

And when his thoughts are not so smooth, he will change his mind and attend classes.

Many courses at Peking University, especially large courses, have no restrictions for students. Students from other departments or even other schools can go as long as they can squeeze in.

The time and place of many famous teachers' courses will be posted on the bulletin board in the triangle at the corner outside the dining hall.

Wei Ming was interested in literature and history. That afternoon, there was a class taught by Professor Deng Guangming, the head of the History Department, which was about "The Alliance of the Golden Casket". He was a top expert on Song Dynasty history at home and abroad, and Wei Ming planned to attend the class.

Being able to enjoy priceless courses from famous teachers for free is also an important reason why Wei Ming is willing to stay at Peking University to guard the gate.

Wei Ming was lucky and managed to grab a seat in the corner.

Liu Zhenyun was not so lucky. When he arrived, the place was already overcrowded, so he could only stand at the back door and listen to the lecture.

He glanced ahead and saw Wei Ming.

If you keep thinking about it, there will be a response!

These days, he missed Wei Ming even more than his junior sister. He kept wondering when he could see him again and ask him which department he finally got into.

I didn’t expect to meet him today. Turns out he’s from the history department!

The History Department is also considered a famous major in Peking University, but it is definitely not as prestigious as the Chinese Department, nor as respectable as the Foreign Languages Department. It seems that the power of the big boss is limited.

Because it was during class, Liu Zhenyun didn't feel comfortable saying hello and wanted to talk after class. Unfortunately, the crowd dispersed after class and Wei Ming ran away very quickly, so the two missed each other.

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After a week of pre-job training, Wei Ming finally took up his post.

Qiao Feng arranged him at the south gate of Peking University, sharing the same position with Zhao Debiao, Mei Wenhua and others, including both new and old employees.

Because they had too many people, they worked in four shifts. Each person only needed to work six hours. There were three people in each group at the South Gate, and Wei Ming was in one group with the two old men.

The South Gate and East Gate of Peking University are both open to vehicles, but the West Gate is only for pedestrians. There are also several small side gates.

Also, Peking University does not have a North Gate.

The advantage of the South Gate is that it is close to the dormitory, saving a lot of walking time.

This can be considered as Qiao Feng taking care of his younger brothers to the best of his ability.

He once said to Wei Ming privately: "You stay here for a while, and I will arrange for you to go to the library later."

He knew that Wei Ming liked reading and besides going to the dormitory, he liked to go to the library.

"Brother Feng, it would be better if you could let me patrol."

"Patrol requires walking, which is very tiring."

“It’s even more uncomfortable to stand still.”

In fact, they didn't stand all the time. The three of them took turns standing. When they were not standing, they just sat in the room, but that didn't feel comfortable either.

"Okay, you stand guard for a few days first, and I'll adjust it for you later."

The day Wei Ming started work was Saturday. Wei Pingan knew that he was assigned to the South Gate, so he deliberately went around the West Gate instead of the South Gate. He was 1.83 meters tall, handsome, and energetic. Looking at him, it felt like he was not guarding the South Gate of Peking University, but the South Gate of Heaven.

When he saw Uncle Ping'an, Wei Ming, who was wearing a uniform, saluted him.

Wei Pingan got out of the car and pushed it past him: "Okay, you look very energetic. How about taking a break tomorrow?"

"Replace someone half a day in the morning, and rest in the afternoon."

"Then come to my house for dinner tonight. Your aunt will cook for you."

There was no way to refuse this, so Wei Ming accepted it.

I originally wanted to go to Beijing Film Academy to visit my classmates tomorrow, but I can only wait for an opportunity later.

He suddenly remembered that he had not yet started the new manuscript he promised to Aunt Xiaoyan, so he temporarily put aside the novel about educated youth that was about to be completed and wrote the fairy tale first.

The idea of the story had already been thought out, and it was also a short film produced by Shanghai Animation Film Studio, which could be completed in less than 10,000 words.

Nowadays, people only have one day off per day at work, working six days a week and having one day off, which is the same as 40 years later, the only difference is that there is not so much overtime.

Wei Ming rests from Sunday afternoon to Monday morning. The morning is his last shift because it is Sunday and students do not have classes. Many local students go home and out-of-town students also go out to play, so you can clearly feel the increase in the flow of people.

After walking past him, those students would often look back at him again, mostly girls.

Wei Ming: My damn charm!
Based on this, he felt that he had to change his position, otherwise it would easily cause congestion at the South Gate.

When he returned to the duty room, he took out paper and pen and used the fragmented time to complete the last part of the fairy tale.

It was almost time to get off work, and he had just stretched out in his seat when a wheelchair passed by the door.

The senior next to him looked at the old man being pushed in the wheelchair and asked Wei Ming, "Do you know who this is?"

Wei Ming: "He looks to be over 90 years old!"

The senior said, “He’s almost a hundred years old.”

"Wow, a centenarian!" Wei Ming sighed. There are not many old men of this age in Peking University. "Could it be President Ma?"

"Hey, you're good, kid!" The senior praised Wei Ming.

Wei Ming: "I saw the news about Principal Ma's comeback at Triangle Land a few days ago."

The senior sighed: "What's the point of making a comeback? He's already 97 years old. It's just to restore his reputation and ensure his posthumous treatment."

Wei Ming stood up and walked out of the duty room, watching the controversial old man walk away in the wheelchair.

The senior also stood up at this time, walked behind Wei Ming and said proudly: "This is our Peking University. We often see great figures in textbooks and even in history books."

At this moment, Wei Ming's heart was very eager. He thought that it was difficult to be recorded in history, but he didn't know if he could possibly be included in the textbook.

He was talking about the Chinese textbook, not Sister Xiaoqing's political textbook.

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Because he had finished writing the second fairy tale, Wei Ming took a leisurely nap in the afternoon. He felt that there was still early, so he continued writing the novel about educated youth.

There is no one in the dormitory at this moment. Mei Wenhua is on guard. Brother Feng and Biaozi are both resting today. Those who are looking for a wife are looking for their wife, and those who are looking for their mother are looking for their mother.

Wei Ming set off at about four o'clock. He couldn't leave at dinner time.

He did not go there empty-handed. He saw a nearby farmer selling lotus roots on the roadside. Upon asking, he learned that they were picked from the pond in Changchun Garden and were quite fresh. He simply bought some. It was not expensive, only two cents for one, which was enough to eat for several days.

As a result, when I entered Wei Ping'an's house, I saw Wei Xi and Wei Le fighting with two lotus roots each.

“You guys bought it too!”

Wei Pingan blamed him: "Come here if you want to. What are you buying? You really think you are a guest."

Lu Xiaoyan in the kitchen said, "That's right. We haven't even received our salary yet. We can't be so extravagant. Don't buy anything next time."

Wei Ming just smiled and let them talk about their own things. They still had to show proper etiquette.

When Lele saw Wei Ming coming, he quickly hid behind Brother Ming for shelter.

Xizi was having too much fun, so he jumped over, waving the lotus root and shouting, "Take this stick from me, Old Sun!"

Wei Pingan said disdainfully: "Can you please be quiet?"

As soon as he said this, Lv Xiaoyan called over: "Old Wei, come over here and help me watch the fire. Xiao Ming, let me show you something."

"what?"

Lu Xiaoyan wiped her hands and handed over an envelope with a smile.

Wei Ming thought of something, and after he took it, his heartbeat quickened.

Could it be~
After opening the envelope, sure enough, in addition to a piece of letter paper, there were also two remittance slips for royalties!
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(Do you still have monthly tickets? Considering this chapter has 3000 words...)
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