Mixed in 1980

Chapter 22: Making Money Can't Stop

Lu Xun: There are two trees in front of my house, one is a jujube tree and the other is also a jujube tree.

Guan Yuemei: I have a son at home. He was writing yesterday, he is still writing today, and he may continue writing tomorrow...

They are all quite boring!
For several days in a row, Li Hongbing's family had opened the jars for the first batch of pickles and set up a stall at the entrance of the alley. His stupid son had never left the yard except for morning exercises.

I don't even go looking for the girl next door.

Isn't it going to be yellow?

During dinner on the weekend, Guan Yuemei winked at her eldest daughter, and Chen Min asked cautiously, "Brother, you look so listless, what's going on?"

"What do you mean?" Chen Fan felt puzzled.

I have been taking supplements every day recently and practicing the Eight-Part Vajra Exercise. I am in good health. Why do I sound so weak in my elder sister's mouth?
Chen Fan met Wang Hetang while doing morning exercise. He asked the old man to take his pulse. The old man said that his body had recovered and if he kept exercising, he would definitely live a long life.

"You haven't been to the next yard this week?"

"You don't think it's blown?"

Chen Fan understood what he heard and rolled his eyes: "Their dance troupe is going to the grassroots to participate in the art performance, and they will not be back until next Friday."

"No, I was just asking."

Chen Min breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that the relationship didn't fail. She thought her brother was dumped and couldn't stand the blow, so he stayed at home all day.

"Don't worry about anything!" Chen Fan laughed and took his niece from his elder sister's arms.

The little guy has lived here for more than a month and has obviously gained weight. He is now pink and chubby, like a little milk dumpling, and is very adorable.

Not only does the adults spoil her, but her youngest sister also pampers her and is willing to take her with her on everything.

After kissing his niece, Chen Fan asked again, "It's already the beginning of May. In another month, the weather will get hot, and roasted sweet potatoes and peanuts will be hard to sell. What are your plans?"

Chen Min poured a glass of boiled water for her brother and handed it to him: "Your brother-in-law has already started to inquire about going to the countryside to collect goods. He is going to get some fruits, vegetables and the like, and he can sell them on a tricycle."

"As long as you have an idea, that's enough." Chen Fan took a sip of water and stopped talking about this topic.

This is also Chen Min’s first time doing business. Making money or not is one thing, the key is to train people first, then there will be many opportunities to make money in the future.

I’m afraid that if people don’t practice well, even the best opportunities will be wasted!

His family is the son of workers. Unlike Li Hongbing, he has been influenced by his family since childhood and has already got business experience in mind. Even though it was his first time setting up a stall, he was able to do it with ease.

Li Hongbing closed his stall before it got dark.

The whole jar of sweet sauce cucumbers is sold out.

When I got home, I counted the accounts and started grinning. It was really profitable to set up a stall.

If things continue at this pace, within two years, he will be able to revive "Li Ji Pickles" and make this time-honored brand famous again in the city.

The next day, business was as good as usual and every jar of pickles was sold out.

On the third day, Li Hongbing stopped setting up his stall. Today was Monday, and he had made an appointment with the matchmaker to go on a blind date at the matchmaker's house.

If you are attracted to each other, go directly to the girl's house.

The old boy is looking forward to the blind date.

I got up early in the morning, took a cold shower while the weather was not cold, changed into new clothes, and combed my hair.

Even though he is short!

"Brother Bingzi, come on!"

Chen Fan came back from morning exercise and looked at Li Hongbing in new clothes: "If it works out today, tell me later and I'll vacate the room for you."

"Dude doesn't need two rooms right now."

Li Hongbing straightened his clothes and scolded with a smile: "Wait until your sister finds a house, then you can move back. Don't act like your buddies are trying to chase you away."

"Then I'll be thick-skinned and bother you for a few more days." Chen Fan smiled and said, "I'll ask around later to see if there are any houses for sale in the alley. If there's a suitable one, I'll buy it first."

"It seems that you make a lot of money by writing books!" Li Hongbing said in surprise.

Siheyuan is not expensive, and slums are even cheaper, but no matter how cheap they are, they are still houses. For example, in Nanluoguxiang, a single room costs more than fifteen hundred yuan, and a better one costs more than two thousand yuan.

After thinking for a while, Li Hongbing said, "I'll ask around for you later. The only people who can sell their houses right now are those who are going abroad or have been transferred to other places for work."

"Then I'll trouble you. Let's go quickly and don't delay the blind date."

"Okay, see you later!"

Chen Fan returned to the room and sorted out the manuscript. He had been writing desperately every day for the past week. His wrist was almost broken, but he finally finished writing "The Most Beautiful Youth".

In addition, Chen Fan also took his household registration booklet and high school diploma, and went to the admissions office to complete the college entrance examination registration.

After asking clearly about the time to fill in the application form and collect the admission ticket, Chen Fan set out for No. 52, Dongsi th Street.

After giving a cigarette to the security guard, Uncle Zhao, Chen Fan came in with the manuscript.

Everyone in the editorial department is busy.

It's already the beginning of the month and everyone is busy proofreading and typesetting. Once finalized, it will be sent to the printing factory and will be published on the 15th.

"Brother Wang, are you busy?"

After hearing Chen Fan's voice, Wang Wei put down the manuscript. Seeing the file bag in Chen Fan's hand, he asked in surprise, "You're here to deliver the manuscript? Have you finished writing it?"

"Yeah, the last nine chapters."

Chen Fan put the manuscript on the table. Wang Wei couldn't help but give him a thumbs up: "It's only been a week, and you've finished it? You're as awesome as a cow doing push-ups."

"I'm just short of money. My hands are almost broken. How's the publishing deal going?" Chen Fanke has been thinking about the royalties offered by the publishing house.

"The manuscripts I sent last time have been approved and there are no problems. Today, these manuscripts will be reviewed again. If there are no problems, we can sign the publishing contract."

"Can we talk about it today?"

"So anxious?" Wang Wei was surprised.

Although People's Literature Magazine is backed by People's Literature Publishing House, they are actually two different units with different affiliations.

People's Literature Magazine is a subsidiary magazine under the jurisdiction of the Writers Association, while People's Literature Publishing House is a publishing house under the Ministry of Culture.

The publishing house is located at No. 166 Chaonei Street and owns a luxurious five-story building. Unlike the poor magazine, it still rents the office building of the Dramatists Association.

Since there is no subordinate relationship, it will definitely not be convenient to get things done.

Wang Wei originally planned to send the manuscript over tomorrow. After they had approved it, they would hold a meeting for review and approval, which would take at least three to five days.

"I have to go on a long trip tomorrow and probably won't be back until next week. If we can't come up with an agreement today, then let's do it next week." Chen Fan said.

"It's definitely not possible today. Even with special approval, it won't be that fast. I'll send the manuscript over later. If there's no problem, you can come over next week and sign the contract directly."

Wang Wei picked up the manuscript, flipped through it, and counted the pages: "We at the magazine will pay you the royalties first. By the way, have you decided what to write in your next book?"

Chen Fan took out a cigarette, smoked one, and lit one for himself: "I have written 90,000 words this week. Do you think I can think of anything else? I have been writing so much that I have vomited."

Wang Wei smiled awkwardly, he was indeed anxious.

"Okay, then you take a break and slowly think about it. The Most Beautiful Youth can be serialized for five issues. You can just pick it up then. It would be best if it is seamless."

Five phases means five months.

"See, inspiration is here, it will come soon."

Chen Fan hadn't thought it through yet, but he had to keep writing and making money. After a few years, when many areas were open, it would be time for him to go into business and he had to prepare enough start-up capital.

　My wife is going crazy~ After dinner, she said she wanted to climb at night. She just came down from the mountain. Please give her a monthly ticket~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)