When I got home in the evening, Tao Yushu hadn't come back yet. Recently, "The First Floor in the World" was in full swing touring major universities in Yanjing. As a member of the crew, she was busy until late every day before going home.
When it was almost ten o'clock, Tao Yushu finally dragged his exhausted body back home, and threw himself on the bed as soon as he entered the room.
"If you're too tired, don't do it." Lin Chaoyang said distressedly.
"That won't work."
Listening to Lin Chaoyang's words, she sat up suddenly, as if she was resurrected with full blood, "That doesn't work, how can we give up halfway?"
"I see you guys are working so hard. It's just a student drama and it doesn't make any money." Lin Chaoyang said.
Tao Yushu smiled mysteriously at him, "Who said you can't make money?"
"What's the meaning?"
Tao Yushu took out the embroidered handkerchief from his pocket and shook it at Lin Chaoyang, "Look at this!"
Lin Chaoyang came closer and she slowly unfolded the handkerchief. Inside was a wad of banknotes.
"Where did this money come from?" Lin Chaoyang asked curiously.
This money is definitely not Tao Yushu's own money, otherwise she wouldn't show off like this.
"Given by the school."
"School? Your school?" Lin Chaoyang asked.
Tao Yushu nodded and divided the money into two parts, "This part is the performance subsidy given by the school to our students. It is one yuan and five yuan per day. We performed for ten days, and the total is fifteen yuan. And this part..."
Tao Yushu held up another thick banknote and said, "This is given to you by the school."
"Give it to me? Do I have a share?" Lin Chaoyang was a little surprised.
"I didn't expect it!" Tao Yushu said proudly, "It was Teacher Huang who won it for us. This time our "No. 1 House in the World" has shown a big face to the school. The school leader asked us to tour everywhere. We can't go out.
Why don't you pay the money yourself? We have all taken the money, how can you not take the money? Teacher Huang even got a big boss for you!"
Lin Chaoyang glanced at the money in Tao Yushu's hand, which seemed to be quite a lot, "How much is it?"
Tao Yushu's eyes turned into the shape of "$", he said nothing, spit on his thumb, and then counted them carefully one by one, looking like a little money addict.
Counting to the end, she stroked the note and said, "Three hundred yuan."
In fact, she had already counted the money, and now she was just getting addicted to it.
"Three hundred yuan? Your school is quite generous."
Lin Chaoyang was amazed when he heard this figure. The Eight Classics of Humanities and Art only gave him 200 yuan as a remuneration, but Yan Normal University actually gave him 300 yuan.
"The main reason is that the influence of "The First Floor in the World" is really great this time. It is not just as simple as letting our school show its face in major universities in Yanjing.
Let’s put it this way, at least it has contributed to the discipline construction of our Chinese Department, and maybe we can get a lot more funding next year.”
Lin Chaoyang nodded clearly, "No wonder."
He smiled at Tao Yushu and said, "I also have something good to tell you."
"What's up?"
Lin Chaoyang took out the money from his pocket, "I went to Renyi today and they gave me the royalties, two hundred yuan."
"Ah!" Tao Yushu exclaimed in surprise. She put the two pieces of money together, "Five hundred yuan is too much!"
Lin Chaoyang had published novels before, and the royalties were far more than five hundred yuan, but this time the money came as a surprise to the couple than any other novel published before.
Because none of them originally thought about making money from this script, but they didn't expect to get 500 yuan at once, which was really an unexpected surprise.
"With five hundred more yuan, I will have enough money to buy a TV set in the future!"
Tao Yushu happily thought about the uses of the money, and then put it all into her small treasury.
"Hey, by the way, the leaders of the General Political Repertory Theater went to see our performance today." Tao Yushu said to Lin Chaoyang.
"General Political Repertory Theater?"
"Well, you don't even know if you haven't gone to see our performance. There are almost theater troupes and some people from the cultural field in the performances every day. The influence of our drama has been completely established." Tao Yushuan said with pride.
She asked again: "What do you think the General Political Department Repertory Troupe is here for?"
Lin Chaoyang thought about it and said: "The theme of "The First Floor in the World" is different from the creative direction of the General Political Department. They shouldn't be based on my script, right?"
Tao Yushu nodded and said with a smile: "They are here to inspect actors."
"Inspecting actors?" Lin Chaoyang looked surprised.
Several of the main actors in "The First Floor of the World" are students and have no acting experience at all before, let alone skills. The General Political Repertory Theater actually went to the production crew to inspect the actors. It is really an eclectic selection of talents.
During the rehearsal of the drama, Lin Chaoyang was familiar with several of the main actors of "The First Floor in the World". He asked: "Who are they inspecting?"
"Li Luyang!"
This name did not surprise Lin Chaoyang. Li Luyang is the actor who plays "Lu Mengshi" in the play.
"The First Floor in the World" tells the story of Fu Jude, a roast duck restaurant. Although it is a group drama, the character Lu Mengshi is undoubtedly the core of the core. Li Luyang plays Lu Mengshi, and there is a lot of room for him to play.
"I remember that during the rehearsal, Lu Yang couldn't even speak all the lines. Now in less than two months, he can already make Lu Mengshi's performance come alive. He really has some talent in him." Tao Yushu sighed.
said.
"What is the opinion of the General Administration? Can Lu Yang be elected?"
"It can't be that fast. I just finished watching the show today."
After the couple finished chatting, Tao Yushu cleaned up and went to bed.
The next morning, it was already eleven o'clock when Tao Yushu went to bed last night, and she got up at six o'clock. In addition, it was winter, and her face was full of pain when she got up.
"Alas." She sighed while eating breakfast, which made Tao's mother unhappy.
The family eats after six o'clock, which means she has to get up after five o'clock to cook, but she hasn't complained yet.
Having made his mother unhappy, Tao Yushu had no choice but to calm down his emotions, quickly ate a few mouthfuls of food, and went out with Lin Chaoyang.
The two separated on Wusi Road. Lin Chaoyang braved the cold wind and ran for a while before arriving at the library.
After lunch, Chen Jiangong and Liu Zhenyun came to see Lin Chaoyang together.
"Chaoyang, why haven't you gone to class recently?"
"I've asked for too much leave. How embarrassing would it be to skip classes again?"
After chatting for a while, Lin Chaoyang asked Chen Jiangong the purpose of their visit.
Some time ago, there was a craze for dramas in the Chinese department. However, since "The First Floor in the World" was performed at Yanda, their enthusiasm has been dampened. No one has mentioned dramas recently. "Conscience"
The performance has also been stopped.
"We are planning to hold a literary symposium, do you want to come?"
The "we" Chen Jiangong refers to is the Chinese Department of Level 77. Their students seem to be particularly keen on various sports and activities.
"I won't go." Lin Chaoyang bluntly rejected Chen Jiangong's invitation.
Just as Chen Jiangong was about to persuade him again, a voice suddenly came from beside him, "Jiangong, if you have time to hold symposiums, why not spend more time writing."
Several people heard the sound and went away, only to see Zhang Dening standing not far away.
As soon as Zhang Dening showed up, he put tremendous pressure on Chen Jiangong, "Novel...novel..."
"I heard that you are busy working on a drama recently?" Zhang Dening asked again.
Chen Jiangong had a stern look on his face, "It's all instigated by the classmates to play with tickets, and I'm also cooperating with everyone."
"Just for fun?" Zhang Dening asked.
"Of course. Dening, you know me. I don't even write poems anymore. The script is Tu Yile, and the novel is my destination."
Chen Jiangong swears like a scumbag who swears to his girlfriend.
Zhang Dening nodded with satisfaction, "I definitely believe you. But it's the end of the year, and I haven't seen your manuscript for a year."
"Well...this year's academic year is very heavy, very heavy!" Chen Jiangong wiped his sweat and pursed his lips, vividly explaining how humble and fragile a writer who can't write a manuscript feels in front of an editor.
Zhang Dening looked at Chen Jiangong's performance and nodded secretly, thinking it was still possible.
"De Ning, are you here to find Chaoyang?" Chen Jiangong decided to divert trouble to the east, and his move really worked.
Zhang Dening looked at Lin Chaoyang and said, "Chaoyang, I watched the play you produced for Yanjing Normal University. It was really well written. Leave it to our "Yenjing Literature and Art" to publish it!"
Chen Jiangong:???
I write scripts but I don’t do my job properly? He writes scripts and you beg him to publish them?
Zhang Dening's different treatment made Chen Jiangong furious. It was simply too much bullying.
"Dening, my script..."
"Isn't your one-act play?" Before Chen Jiangong could finish speaking, Zhang Dening shut him up with a casual sentence.
What happened to the one-act play? Is the one-act play not a play? Is the three-act play great? Why not write a four-act play or a five-act play?
Chen Jiangong looked at Zhang Dening with resentment, but she had no time to pay attention, and waited expectantly for Lin Chaoyang's answer.
Lin Chaoyang never expected that Zhang Dening would ask him for the right to publish the script today. He had never considered the issue of royalties before writing "The First Floor in the World". He did not expect that royalties would come one after another after the play was performed.
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If royalties were offered to him, of course he would not refuse them.
"If I have the money, I will definitely publish it. How much is the fee?"
"Seven yuan." Zhang Dening blurted out.
Old God Lin Chaoyang was here, "How did I hear that the royalties will be raised soon?"
"Who did you listen to? This matter has to wait for the documents to come out, I don't know when." Zhang Dening's eyes flickered.
Lin Chaoyang shook his head, looking at your situation, no wonder the reputation of "Yanjing Literature and Art" is not as good as that of "Harvest".
"This must be accurate, I have inside information."
Lin Chaoyang made it clear that he was determined to let "Yenjing Literature and Art" give some blood. The main reason is that it is already December. If "Yenjing Literature and Art" really wants to publish his script, it will definitely be after January. The increase in manuscript fees is reasonable.
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Zhang Dening looked at Lin Chaoyang with a headache, "You are such a big writer, can you have some structure?"
"Don't put your hat on me. Writers also have to eat. Now I also want to buy a courtyard house."
"Aren't you afraid of being dictatorial!" Zhang Dening glared at him fiercely.
"I'd love to!"
In the 1950s, before the collapse of the domestic royalties system, writers earned huge incomes. Especially among writers in Yanjing, there was a trend of buying courtyard houses. Many people bought their courtyard houses in what is now Cinder Hutong.
However, the good times did not last long, manuscript fees became a thing of the past, and writers also suffered.
"I'll go back and talk to you about the manuscript fee. You give me the script first." Zhang Dening said with a headache.
"Going to work."
"Then I'll wait for you."
Zhang Dening planned to sit in the library and wait for Lin Chaoyang's script. Lin Chaoyang reasonably suspected that she was doing this just to take advantage of the situation.
I go out to pick up a manuscript and a day passes. Is there anything more beautiful than this?
After finally getting off work, Zhang Dening followed Lin Chaoyang home to pick up the script and left with satisfaction.
At work the next day, she took the script to the editorial department and handed it to Zhou Yanru.
"I brought Lin Chaoyang's script, but he said he wanted to increase the manuscript fee."
"Another increase in manuscript fees?" Zhou Yanru couldn't help but frown after hearing this.
"Yes, he is an outrageous person!" Zhang Dening complained, and then pointed to the script in Zhou Yanru's hand, "But the script is really good, no wonder it is so popular."
Zhou Yanru flipped through the script and said in a noncommittal tone, "Really?"
In recent days, the trend caused by "The First Floor in the World" has continued to spread among the universities in Yanjing, and it has gradually formed a considerable influence in the cultural world.
Even Zhang Dening, Zhou Yanru and other magazine editors had heard about it. Zhang Dening even went to the Agricultural University to watch a performance two days ago through connections.
The wonderful plot and vivid characters of "The First Floor" were still fresh in her memory. What surprised her even more was that Lin Chaoyang could write such an outstanding script.
After she took the script home yesterday, she read it again and found that the performance performed by the Yan Normal University students on the stage did not bring out the true charm of the script at all.
She heard from Lin Chaoyang that this script had been selected by People and Art and would become the highlight of People and Art next year, and she was full of expectations for it.
Zhang Dening looked at her expression and said: "The script is indeed brilliant, but the students' stage performance did not really explore the potential of this work."
Zhou Yanru looked surprised. She had not watched "The First Floor" until now, but recently she often heard people talking about this drama, saying how excellent this student drama was and how it had the charm of "Tea House"
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Now Zhang Dening actually said that the students' performance was not as good as the script. This immediately made her interested and set her sights on the script.
The morning passed by in a flash, and Zhou Yan was brought back to her senses by Zhang Dening, "Old Zhou, go have a meal!"
"You go first."
Zhou Yanru responded and returned her eyes to the script.
Seeing that he couldn't call her, Zhang Dening had to go to the cafeteria to eat by himself.
When she came back, she looked at Zhou Yanru sitting there with a dazed expression, and asked, "Have you finished reading the script?"
Zhou Yanru glanced at her, reacted for a while, then rolled her eyes and nodded, "I've finished reading. It's so well written!"
Zhou Yanru took the initiative to praise Zhang Dening without waiting to ask. She was obviously extremely satisfied with the content of the script.
"The script is really good. If you look at the royalties..."
Zhou Yanru sighed, "This Lin Chaoyang is good at everything, but this is what makes him really troublesome!"
She said this, but she still got up with the script and knocked on the door of Li Qingquan's office.
Chapter completed!