Mixed in 1980

Chapter 51 Can You Warm the Bed?

"Take this article as an example. I plan to make it into a series with each submission."

Hearing this, Chen Fan was stunned.

Then he looked at Wang Wei strangely. This guy has a unique taste. He actually likes this kind of article about shit, piss and fart. It's really puzzling.

"Brother Wang, how about we change the article?"

It's fun to write stuff about shit, piss and fart, but Chen Fan is not really happy about writing this kind of stuff regularly.

It's okay to write an article occasionally, and it's all based on the memories of the previous life. I write whatever makes me feel good, just as a way to vent my emotions. But if I have to submit articles regularly, I would have to look up a lot of information.

"Just this one. This type of article is also the most suitable for making into a series. And I can assure you that as long as you publish a few articles in a row and the word count is enough, it will definitely be published."

After a short pause, Wang Wei said, "I can open a column for you. The name of the column is Chen Fan's View of the World."

"This is forcing me to fire at the whole world." Chen Fan took out a cigarette, lit one for himself, and squinted his eyes to think about it.

This article is a curse on foreign countries, and the curse is on our neighbors on the plateau: India!

When I was writing this editorial, I couldn't find anything to criticize, so I simply turned my attention to foreign countries. The first thing that came to my mind was my neighbor, India.

It is so easy to scold the third brother.

Strictly speaking, this is not considered cursing, I just wrote down the facts, but it looks like cursing, all the shit and piss and fart are coming out, it is even uglier than cursing, this is how amazing the third brother is.

"Just tell me whether you will accept it or not!"

Wang Wei has his own ideas. The organization calls on everyone to open their eyes to the world. There are too many articles writing about the development of Europe and the United States. It is rare to see people like Chen Fan who fire at the outside world.

When you open your eyes and look at the world, you can't just look at the good side, you have to look at the bad side as well.

Chen Fan did not make up stories, all of them were based on facts, and the key is that they are very interesting. Such articles can easily become popular.

Like this article, which describes India's caste, beliefs, saints, heroes, reputation, and various magical cultural customs, it is simply too exciting.

"Why not take it if there's money to be made!"

Chen Fan agreed. It would be great to make money from both serializing and publishing. He would be stupid not to accept it.

As for scolding foreigners, does that matter?

"That's right. I'll calculate the word count and give you the royalties first."

"You can ask someone to copy the article first, and I will take it away in the afternoon. I have to take the manuscript to the publishing house tomorrow to discuss publishing with them." Chen Fan reminded.

It's just inconvenient these days. We do have photocopiers, but they all use traditional mimeograph machines, which require engraving on wax paper first and then printing. It's worse than copying it by hand.

"Just come and pick it up before you get off work."

Wang Wei estimated the number of words by "page", called someone over, handed the manuscript over, and asked him to start copying the book.

"There's one more thing. Is the most beautiful manuscript of youth still there? Can you find it? I plan to take it back and collect it." Chen Fan took the opportunity to say.

I suddenly remembered the manuscript.

I read a lot of news in my previous life. Manuscripts of writers from the handwritten era frequently appeared at auctions and were sold at good prices.

Manuscripts like Lu Yao's were sold for over 100,000 yuan.

The auction price of Mr. Lin Weiyin's manuscript exceeded two million, and the manuscript of Mr. Mao Dun was sold for as high as twelve million.

Chen Fan didn’t know what his future would be like or how much his manuscript would be worth, but he also didn’t want his manuscript to suddenly appear at an auction and have nothing to do with the money.

"I'll have someone find it out later, and you can come and take it away in the afternoon." Wang Wei didn't think much about it. Most writers would not ask for their manuscripts back, but there are some who would.

After instructing his subordinates, Wang Wei said, "There is one more thing I want to inform you of. The first half of The Most Beautiful Youth has been printed and will be available on June 6th."

"So fast?"

If I remember correctly, Wang Wei said at the beginning that the first half of the volume would be published only after the serialization was more than half completed.

It has been serialized for two issues so far, and only up to chapter thirteen has been released.

We are halfway through the journey, with five chapters left.

"It's all because of those two editorials. Your fame and popularity suddenly increased, and the publishing house also wants to seize this wave of popularity and sell more books," Wang Wei explained.

"Won't it affect the serialization?"

"No, the first half of the book only has sixteen chapters." "You are too cunning."

It has been serialized up to Chapter 13 so far, and the first half of the book has been published up to Chapter 16. The last three chapters are not serialized yet, and most book fans will buy it in order to get a sneak peek.

When the third issue of the magazine is serialized, it will be serialized to Chapter 19, and there will be three chapters with new content, which will also attract book fans to buy it.

This is a common practice in serialization and publishing and is not something uncommon.

Chen Fan couldn't do anything about it. The most important thing was to settle the manuscript fee first. The manuscript fee had increased now and was now based on the highest standard of ten yuan per thousand words. He had earned 215 yuan from this editorial.

When Chen Fan came out of the magazine office, it was already time for lunch. He first found a place to eat, and then took a tricycle to the People's Daily to find Li Haiyang when it was almost two o'clock.

"Xiao Fan is here, hurry up and sit down!"

Li Haiyang warmly welcomed the person in. After he sat down, he handed him a cigarette first, then took out the tea set and started to make tea: "You don't come here for no reason, do you have another good manuscript?"

"I can't hide it from Brother Li."

Chen Fan took out the article "Don't Advise Others to Be Good Without Having Experienced Their Suffering, and Stay Away from the Virgin Heart" and put it on the table: "It belongs to the same series as the previous two articles."

"The agricultural machinery factory hasn't apologized yet?"

Li Haiyang was surprised and instinctively felt that Chen Fan was going to start scolding again.

This is really surprising, are all the leaders of the agricultural machinery factory so stubborn?
It has been reported in the People's Daily twice. The public opinion is like a storm. Most people can't handle it.

"I have already apologized in person. This editorial was conceived before, and now the part about the agricultural machinery factory has been deleted. See if you can use it."

"Drink tea first!"

Li Haiyang made the tea and then picked up the manuscript to read.

Don't tell others to be kind without having suffered others' suffering!
With just a title, Li Haiyang can get a general idea. This is another social phenomenon.

And it is a widespread phenomenon.

No matter what era, there is always a shortage of saints in society. No matter what happens, no matter how big the matter is, they can always stay out of it, but they like to point fingers.

These guys have one thing in common, which is that they favor the weak regardless of facts, and use an almost pathological "demand for others to be tolerant" to satisfy their own sense of moral superiority.

The style of Chen Fan's editorial is almost the same as the previous two articles, classifying, discussing, and counterattacking the Virgin Mary, but the language is even more sharp:
He talks a lot about benevolence, righteousness and morality, but acts like a mean person!
There is no such thing as an overflow of kindness. They are just a bunch of wolves in sheep's clothing, maggots waving the moral stick to do bad things. It is really ridiculous.

We must stay away from people like this who advise you to be magnanimous without knowing the situation, because when they are struck by lightning, you may be implicated as well.

……

Li Haiyang read the whole article and agreed with the views in the article. He asked for it directly. The price was ten yuan per thousand words. Chen Fan received another 85 yuan in royalties.

Chen Fan stayed here for quite a while. When Li Haiyang knew that the book was going to be published, he immediately arranged for three people to copy the pages of the book. It took an hour to finish copying the entire book.

Similarly, Chen Fan also took back the manuscripts of the previous two editorials.

After leaving the newspaper office, Chen Fan rushed back to the People's Literature Magazine to get back the editorial manuscript and the manuscript of "The Most Beautiful Youth".

After a busy day, it was already past four o'clock when I got home. Zhao Yuanyuan's luggage had been moved in, and Xu Jinqiu was helping to pack it.

"Chen Fan, are you ashamed? Knowing that I moved in today, you actually ran out to be lazy and let us two girls do the work?"

Seeing Chen Fan coming in, Zhao Yuanyuan couldn't help but complain: "Qiu'er moved, you ran from the beginning to the end, but you were nowhere to be seen when you got to me. Are you treating me as a dowry maid?"

"The maid who comes with the dowry can warm the bed, what use are you?" Chen Fan laughed and said, "You coming here will only disturb me from getting into bed with my wife in the middle of the night."

Zhao Yuanyuan laughed and took Xu Jinqiu's arm: "Qiu'er, did you hear that? Chen Fan wants me to warm his bed. Do you care about this?"

Xu Jinqiu chuckled and glared at Chen Fan in cooperation.

Chen Fan suddenly felt a headache and said unhappily, "Zhao Yuanyuan, we both have the surname Zhao, why don't you just change your name to Zhao Gao? Who taught you to call a deer a horse?"

Having said that, he turned and left.

We can't continue to discuss this topic. It will only get more and more off-topic. We might as well get muddy in our crotch. It's better to retreat in time.

"Cuckoo..."

Ignoring the laughter of the girl in the next room, Chen Fan took out the royalties he earned today and began to calculate how much money he could earn recently and how much money he still needed to buy the courtyard house.

He has had enough of living in this slum!

PS: Great work, my friend~ No. 41 on the new book list~ No. 10 in the category, in the top ten, I almost went crazy with joy, thank you~
Thanks to the book friend with the last digit of the ID “……56437” for the tip!
(End of this chapter)