"What a coincidence?"

Chen Jiangong asked subconsciously, and then the expression on his face gradually became serious, "That drama of yours..."

Lin Chaoyang nodded, "You just told me yesterday that you were going to participate in some art performance. I guess it should be the event you mentioned."

Chen Jiangong looked concerned, "You haven't rehearsed your play for a few days, right? If you put it out in a hurry, no matter how bad the effect is, it won't be a waste of your script!"

"There's nothing we can do about it! Normal University doesn't have any programs to offer. Our drama school leaders strongly supported it and gave us two thousand yuan in funding. We originally planned to give a report performance to all the students in the school at the end of the semester.

Now we can only go up first."

Lin Chaoyang did not tell lies. Previously, Huang Huilin asked the leaders of Yan Normal University for funds. The school supported them, but she could not throw the money into the water. She really wanted to get "The First Floor in the World" by the end of the semester.

There will be a reporting performance at some point.

Lin Chaoyang spoke in a calm and calm tone, but in Chen Jiangong's eyes, there were only three words: pretentious.

The two of them now have a very close relationship, and they can't be more acquainted with each other.

Chen Jiangong originally had great confidence in "Conscience". He carefully polished the script and also enlisted the help of Lin Chaoyang, Lan Tianye and Lan Yinhai.

After its premiere at YSU a few days ago, it received rave reviews. After that, it played a few more shows, and almost all the performances were sold out. Both in terms of reviews and popularity among students, it was better than "Beautiful Love," which was popular on YSU campus more than a month ago.

》It’s even worse than that.

He is keen on participating in various organizations and activities on weekdays. He belongs to a high school in Yanjing and has a basic understanding of the conditions of each school.

He knows almost all the programs that various universities can produce, and he boasts that the quality of "Conscience" is definitely the best among them.

But now there is another variable like Lin Chaoyang...

Chen Jiangong was thinking in his mind and felt that he was thinking too much.

It is true that Lin Chaoyang is better at writing novels than him, but he has never touched a drama. They both stumbled when polishing "Conscience" before. How can the script he wrote be better than him?

Besides, even if the script is better than mine, their rehearsal time is short, so the effect will definitely not be as good as "Conscience".

After comforting himself, Chen Jiangong showed a confident smile again on his face.

"That's good, then we'll compete on the same stage."

Lin Chaoyang nodded, "Okay."

It was just after December, and the trees outside the window were like the few hairs left on the buttocks of a bald chicken, sticking bare into the gray sky.

It was still dark, and Lin Chaoyang was running around the library.

A few months ago, he was disliked by Tao Yushu. When he saw Lao Zhu, who was jogging for exercise, he followed him for two days on a whim. Unexpectedly, he persisted.

Of course, Lin Chaoyang's persistence is also inseparable from Old Zhu's vicious words and taunts.

Mr. Lao Zhu didn't talk when he was running, but as soon as he stopped, it seemed that all the words he had been holding back while running came out. Especially when Lin Chaoyang rushed to set up a target for him, which was dangling in front of his eyes every day.

go.

The two of them get up early every day and run together. After the run, they have to taunt each other. After going back and forth, they have become accustomed to this rhythm. If one day no one quarrels, they will still feel a little uncomfortable.

No, Mr. Zhu didn't come out today. He probably slept in.

After all, the weather has been getting colder and colder these days. If Lin Chaoyang had to go to work, he wouldn't want to come out so early.

After finishing his run, he wiped away his sweat and came to the door of the library.

In winter, the number of people queuing at the door of the library is much smaller than at other times, but there are still many people waiting for the door to open with hot breakfast.

He arrived at the library and fished for half an hour when Du Rong sent a note saying that someone was looking for him downstairs.

After going downstairs, I saw Zhang Dening standing in the Sunshine Hall with a resentful look on her face. As soon as Lin Chaoyang approached, she heard her say: "You haven't said to visit me for so long, so I have to take the initiative to come to you?"

Lin Chaoyang almost went up and covered her mouth. What are you talking about?

"Can we talk nicely?"

Zhang Dening looked bright and said, "Just kidding."

"It's been a long time since I've come to talk to you, come and see you."

"This sounds like a sentence."

It was too cold outside and it was not suitable for talking in the library, so Lin Chaoyang took Zhang Dening to a secluded place at the corner of the stairs.

"Recently, "Garland Under the Mountain" is very popular!" Zhang Dening's expression was complicated and his tone was even more complicated.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that either."

"I heard that that issue of "People's Literature" sold 1.5 million copies. The Humanities Society didn't plan to publish a separate volume for you?"

The more Zhang Dening talked about it, the more unpleasant it became. It was as if his own cattle were borrowed to plow the neighbor's land. When the harvest came, the neighbor's produce was more than his own.

"The single volume will have to wait a while. The army may have some ideas."

"I heard that the sales of "Little Shoes" are also good."

Lin Chaoyang looked at Zhang Dening in surprise. The single volume of "Little Shoes" was also published by the Humanities Society. Li Shuguang had also informed Lin Chaoyang about the number of subscriptions for the novel before publication, which was more than 30,000 copies, which was a pretty good result.

However, during this period of time, Lin Chaoyang had not cared about the sales of single volumes. Now the publishing house neither paid royalties nor remuneration for the number of print runs, and publishing was a one-time deal, so he was too lazy to care.

"You know all this?"

"It's not a secret. You'll find out after a little inquiry."

"How much did you sell?"

Although he usually doesn't care about it, after all, he is publishing his own work. Now that it is mentioned, Lin Chaoyang is naturally a little curious.

"I don't know the specific sales volume, I only know that 150,000 copies have been printed now." Zhang Dening said this with a bit of sadness in his tone.

In this era, there was basically no concept of book sales statistics. Everyone estimated sales based on the printing volume of the publishing house.

Although the data has some errors, it is generally within the acceptable range. After all, no publishing house would be stupid enough to print a bunch of unsold books and leave them in the warehouse to collect dust.

Lin Chaoyang calculated in his mind that it had been less than a month and a half since the single volume of "Little Shoes" was released. 150,000 copies had been printed in such a short period of time. If it took a year, it would be at least hundreds of thousands of copies.

Alas! In the age of royalties, this single volume alone would be enough for him to make a fortune.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt at a disadvantage, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Mudd! Why is it so difficult for working people to make some money no matter when?

Not only was he uncomfortable, the editors of Yanjing Literature and Art, including Zhang Dening, were even more uncomfortable than him.

Previously, "Little Shoes" was in high demand and I missed "Wreaths Under the Mountains." Although everyone felt regretful, it was acceptable.

Because "Garland Under the Mountain" itself is a military-themed novel, not only does it have a relatively narrow audience, but it also has natural shortcomings in the evaluation system of the literary world.

But who would have thought that "Garland Under the Mountain" would be popular for three months, causing the sales of the eighth issue of "People's Literature" to directly exceed 1.5 million copies. This not only set a sales record for "People's Literature"

, and also broke the sales ceiling of domestic literary journals.

Needless to say its influence, the novel is popular all over the country and has tens of millions of readers.

In later generations, there will be shared bicycles and shared power banks. In this era, everyone shares books.

In addition to the owner himself, the readers of a magazine also include his relatives, classmates, friends, colleagues... It can be said that behind every sales volume of a magazine is a reading network of contemporary literature lovers.

Zhao Mengsheng, Liang Sanxi, Jin Kailai... each of the vivid characters in the novel has become a hot topic among readers, and has become the idol of many passionate young people.

Especially among the army, the influence of this novel is even more powerful. You must know that the army purchased 50,000 copies of "People's Literature" before. In just a few months, these magazines were widely spread among the company and platoon units in the army.

To spread.

Because it writes about the deeds and characters of the grassroots troops, the grassroots officers and soldiers feel more immersed in reading it. In addition, the novel's bloody war, sacrificial plot and ubiquitous heroism make this novel

In a short period of time, he gained the love and recognition of countless grassroots officers and soldiers.

Especially those officers and soldiers who have participated in the war, because of their unique personal experience, they can empathize with the content of the novel and have a strong resonance with it.

During this period of time, a considerable number of the thousands of letters from readers were sent from the military.

It is a pity that Lin Chaoyang is too busy to respond to the enthusiasm of these readers one by one. He can only select a few of them to reply to express his gratitude.

"Wreaths Under the Mountains" was published a few months ago, and it became so popular that it was the only one published in 1979.

Even "Little Shoes", which aroused great attention and discussion in the literary circles and reader groups a few months ago, is hard to compare with.

Military-themed novels have their natural shortcomings and drawbacks, but they also have a strong point, that is, their popularity often represents mainstream public opinion.

Once this type of novel becomes widely popular, it cannot be compared with ordinary literary works, because its audience has surpassed the reader group of the original literary work and has become a broader mass of people.

The only thing that is gratifying for Zhang Dening and others is that in the evaluation of literary circles, the reputation of "Little Shoes" is still higher than that of "Wreaths Under the Mountain".

The evaluation system of military themes in the domestic literary world has always been based on official standards, and the promotion from within the literary circle is not high. "Wreaths Under the Mountain" has a good reputation, but it still has not escaped the barriers in this regard.

In October, Feng Mu published a critical review in the "Literary Newspaper". After that, several critics with official status published review articles one after another. The reviews were not low, but "Wreaths Under the Mountains"

"" is so popular that the response from the literary world can only be regarded as lukewarm.

However, if we consider that the single volume of "Little Shoes" was also published by the Humanities Society, the editors of "Yanjing Literature and Art" will feel even more uncomfortable. They are simply making wedding clothes for others.

"That's quite a lot." After adjusting his mentality, Lin Chaoyang sighed and said.

Zhang Dening felt uncomfortable as he spoke and decided to change the topic, "Have you had any ideas recently?"

"No." Lin Chaoyang said simply.
To be continued...