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Chapter 73 Gold coins exploded! (Please read and vote for me!)
This is also a female reader. She hopes that if Wei Ming is free, he can go to her hometown Heze, Shandong, to drink mutton soup with her.

Are you craving for that mutton soup? You are clearly craving for my talent!

Wei Ming thought about returning the money and tickets, but when he saw the color photos taken by the other party, the beautiful skirt, and the background behind them, it was obvious that they were not an ordinary family.

Forget it, just keep it. It’s all the readers’ thoughtful words. He then went on to read the next letter.

Most of the letters written to the poet Wei Ming were from female readers, and they were all very generous.

Wei Ming opened ten letters and found three that contained food stamps or banknotes. The words of the letters were similar, all hoping that Wei Ming could visit them and these would be considered travel subsidies.

As for the psychology of these readers, Wei Ming could probably guess a little.

First of all, the influence of Poetry Magazine is great enough. As the number one poetry magazine in China, its influence among poetry lovers is equivalent to that of Harvest + People's Literature + Yenching Literature and Art + Contemporary +... and so on.

Therefore, at least millions of readers have seen this poem "Ideal".

The second is the quality of "Ideal". There are no bad poems selected into Chinese textbooks, and the emergence of "Ideal" conforms to the trend and lights up a beacon for confused young people. It is no surprise that it can be loved by the public.

Then came the introduction of Wei Ming in Poetry Magazine, saying that he was 18 years old and a staff member of Peking University, which meant that he was neither a teacher nor a student, but just a worker. Although his status was lower, he was more likely to be lovable, so this kind of "reward" behavior came about.

Another key point is that poetry lovers' admiration for poets far exceeds that of novel lovers' admiration for novelists. Mei Culture has been dismantled for more than half, and not a penny has been made. In terms of popularity, "Ideal" cannot even compare to "Duck Prophet".

The fanatical love that poetry fans have for poets is actually a bit similar to the star-chasers of later generations. With this analogy, giving money is a piece of cake.

For example, Zha Jianying and Wang Xiaoping from the Chinese Department of Class 77, whom Wei Ming had met, were both die-hard fans of Bei Dao. They helped him promote Today magazine and organized activities for free. However, after being in contact with Wei Ming for a long time, they now have a tendency to "climb the wall".

Besides, there were people willing to be Gu Cheng's mistress, and the three of them lived a good life together.

"No, Brother Ming, why is there money in your letter?!" Biaozi was the first to discover the problem.

Qiao Feng and Mei Wenhua both looked over in surprise. Oh my god, it’s really money!
Wei Ming clasped his hands together and said: "Writing poems only earns me a few dollars. Maybe kind readers are worried that I will starve to death."

Then he opened another envelope and found money again, but not much, just two dollars.

This made Mei Wenhua very envious. He quickly sped up his work, hoping to get some money out of his pile of letters. I don't know what he was competing for, because whatever he got out would belong to Brother Ming.

Even Zhao Debiao joined the competition and began to open the letter, which was not sure whether it was written to the poet or the novelist.

Damn men's desire to win!

As a result, he found something in the first envelope and was delighted.

"Brother Ming, who do you think wrote this letter?"

"Who, Swallow?"

"Don't make a fuss," Biaozi said coquettishly, "This letter is from your hometown Hengzhou. I put five catties of food coupons and five yuan in it. I hope you can come to Hengzhou as a guest, visit the winery, and write a novel similar to "The Duck Knows the River Warms in Spring", but you have to replace the Shengui Yangrong wine with Laobai Gan, hahaha!"

Wei Ming was also at a loss whether to laugh or cry. The guy who wrote the letter probably didn't even know where he was from. Wasn't it his duty to promote the specialties of his hometown? But he did this. Did he really think he was a soft-text writer?

However, this guy has a good business sense, so Wei Ming paid special attention to him.

Later on, no one was in the mood to read the letters anymore, and they started opening red envelopes instead. However, there were often some in Wei Ming's pile, some occasionally in Biaozi's pile, and almost none in Mei Wenhua's pile.

"Almost nothing" means that there are some. In the end, fifty cents and two kilograms of tickets were divided out, which made Mei Wenhua very depressed. Don't these novel readers know how important rewards are to an author!
Finally, Wei Ming counted the money in the letter and found that it was as much as 132 yuan!
Poetry has the highest profit per word, which is equivalent to one yuan for five words!

In addition, there were more than 100 kilograms of various food coupons and other tickets. Wei Ming sorted them according to provinces, focusing on collecting the national food coupons and tickets from Yanjing and Hebei. Unfortunately, there were no tickets from Sichuan and Chongqing.

The reason why there was so much money was thanks to a male reader from Qingdao who contributed 20 yuan alone. In later generations, this would be a golden alliance!
Wei Ming just wanted to say: God, let’s get to know each other!

However, the rich man said that he just admired the poem and hoped that the author could stick to his ideals. He had no intention of establishing a close friendship with Wei Ming, nor did he want to invite Wei Ming to Qingdao to drink beer and eat clams. It seems that this guy really has no shortage of money, and his attitude is very indifferent.

After opening all the letters, everyone was tired and excited, but it was already very late, so we stopped telling stories today and went to bed.

After the lights were turned off, Mei Wenhua insisted, "If there is another letter tomorrow, I will open the one addressed to the poet."

Wei Ming said lazily: "Okay, okay, okay, just don't embezzle the money."

Wei Ming had a good dream tonight. He dreamed of a lot of rewards. He was at least an alliance leader, and there were many silver alliances and even gold alliances.

The female reader not only gave him a reward, but also asked him: Xiao Wei, do you want a wife?

Why don't you want it? Just give it to me and take it. No, you don't need so much...

The next morning, Wei Ming first changed his underwear, then started his morning exercises and had breakfast.

In order to take care of him, he was assigned an afternoon shift and allowed to rest in the morning. But he couldn't stay idle, so he first went to the Tiger Cave and took out the reprint fee from the post office.

Adding the remaining money from before and the tips from readers, Wei Ming's cash flow returned to the high level of 400!

Li Bai was right, even if you spend all your money, it will come back again!

With so much money, the first thing Wei Ming thought of was to buy a camera. There are new changes in Yanjing City every day, and he wants to record these changes and the people around him.

I wasn’t able to go to the trust store last time. I’ll ask Biaozi to go into the city again when I get a chance. Maybe I’ll find something suitable there.

Then he rushed back to school to attend classes.

This is also a class taught by a famous teacher, Mr. Wu Zuxiang, one of the four professors in the Chinese Department, who teaches a class on ancient vernacular novels.

Mr. Wu Zuxiang is 71 years old this year. He studied at Tsinghua University and taught at Peking University. He is good at the study of classical novels, especially novels of the Ming and Qing dynasties. He is also a scholar of the Dream of the Red Chamber.

The old man has an open-minded and optimistic nature. What he is most proud of is that when he was cleaning the toilets at Peking University, he cleaned the cleanest among everyone.

Wei Ming is currently writing "The Legend of Heavenly Book", which is derived from Ming and Qing novels. This course will also be helpful to him.

Class had already started when he arrived, so he slipped in through the back door.

Unexpectedly, Liu Zhenyun, who is usually the most active in class and always sits in the front row, actually sits in the last row this time, and there is an empty seat next to him.

Left it for me? Wei Ming sat down immediately.

"Sorry, there's someone here..." Liu Zhenyun just opened his mouth and found out it was Wei Ming, so he quickly asked him to sit down.

The two of them whispered.

"Who did you save the seat for?"

"Little junior sister."

"Why didn't that person come?"

Liu Zhenyun sighed: "She seems to be angry with me."

"What did you do?" Wei Ming listened to the class while acting as an emotional strategist.

"I didn't do anything. I finally got some chewing gum from a classmate yesterday. It was just one piece. I didn't even want to eat it so I gave it to her."

"Did you say anything when you sent her off?"

Liu Zhenyun: "Nothing much. I just told her that this kind of candy is not only sweet, but can also remove the taste in the mouth. Chew it and remember to spit it out. These are the words you taught me. Then she looked a little unhappy."

Wei Ming was happy: "Oh, just one piece. You don't eat it but let her eat it, and you also told her that it can get rid of bad breath. Do you want to think about this matter again?"

Liu Zhenyun’s eyes suddenly widened. No, this sentence can be understood in this way!

Girls may even think more deeply, for example: He wants to kiss me on the mouth, but he thinks my mouth smells bad.

Zhenyun, you're done!
Liu Zhenyun was so anxious that he was spinning around. What should he do? He looked at Wei Ming and said, "Brother, teach me!"

Wei Gongming said calmly: "Let's talk after class."

After class, Wei Ming gave Liu Zhenyun an idea: "Since your classmate has connections, ask him to buy you a piece of chocolate."

"What is chocolate?" Zhenyun was puzzled.

Wei Ming: "A kind of candy that looks like shit, and after it melts, it looks even more like shit, and then you can do this and that..."

Zhenyun was overjoyed and wanted to bow down to him.

He, who has always been frugal, even took the initiative to treat Wei Ming to a meal in the dining hall. Of course, there was no meat or vegetables, but he ordered two servings of pot-fried tofu.

While eating, Liu Zhenyun saw Chen Jiangong from 77 Chinese going to get food, and hurriedly whispered to Wei Ming: "Brother Ming, have you heard?"

"what?"

Liu Zhenyun: "Senior Brother Chen Jiangong has joined the Writers Association!"

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(End of this chapter)