Lin Chaoyang was stunned for a moment before he realized that "Contemporary" was also owned by the Humanities Society. This magazine, known as the "Four Famous Women" in the literary journal industry in later generations, had just been launched this year.

"Old Li, it's not right for you to favor one over the other." Lin Chaoyang teased.

Li Shuguang shook his head and said helplessly: "In the final analysis, People's Literature is led by the Literary and Art Association. The Literary and Art Association has decided to hand over its distribution rights to writers and publishers starting next year. It will have little to do with our Humanities Society in the future.

"

I see.

But this is not Lin Chaoyang's focus. "Whether I want to give the novel to "October" has nothing to do with "People's Literature" or "Contemporary".

""October" won't give you more royalties." Li Shuguang said.

Seeing that Lin Chaoyang was unmoved, he persuaded again: "Chaoyang, I am also an old editor. I know the twists and turns of being an editor better than you. You are still young, so you can't be fooled by some people. They like it the most.

The purpose is to make you feel that you owe them a favor, so that when you have a manuscript in the future, you will be embarrassed not to think about them."

"Let me tell you, you must not think like this. Writers write manuscripts and editors review manuscripts. This is everyone's division of labor. If you talk to them about favors, they will not talk about favors to you. If your manuscript is not good, they will

I’ll brush it off for you anyway.”

When Liu Xinwu came to make an appointment to diss Li Xiaolin, there were no fireworks, and he was the old covert type.

Li Shuguang's style of play was completely different from his. He went directly to the third road after coming up. It could be said that he had no sense of moral integrity.

If Lao Liu heard what he said, he would probably fight with him, but Li Shuguang's words were not completely unreliable.

As a writer, in the final analysis, your work speaks for itself, and it doesn't matter how good your relationship is with your editor, and vice versa.

Seeing that Lin Chaoyang was silent and silent, Li Shuguang did not try to persuade him anymore and said, "Well, you go to the agency tomorrow to re-sign the contract, and we'll talk about the manuscript later."

Lin Chaoyang nodded.

The next day, he specially asked for leave and came to the Humanities Agency, signed a new contract, and immediately received a payment bill.

"The inventory of "Little Shoes" has been almost sold out these days, and we will print an additional 100,000 copies this time. It just so happens that you come today and collect the royalties."

"'Little Shoes' sold so well?" Lin Chaoyang said unexpectedly.

"It's really good. The main reason is that you have great appeal among readers. From "The Wrangler" to "Little Shoes" to "Wreaths Under the Mountain", every work is not only highly rated, but also popular among readers. This

A little bit is the most rare thing."

Li Shuguang has been in the Humanities Society for many years and has met too many writers. Many of them have written very good works and received very high reviews from critics. However, when it comes to the sales of their works, it is hard to say enough. The publisher may not even be able to earn back the royalties. With this

When working with writers, publishers are actually under a lot of pressure.

Lin Chaoyang's works have aroused widespread influence since his debut, and this has been the case for several consecutive works, and has gradually formed a reputation and influence among readers.

As long as nothing unexpected happens in the future, the publisher does not need to worry about losing money when cooperating with him.

"Is your single volume of "Wreaths Under the Mountains" still out?" Li Shuguang asked thoughtfully.

"Leave it to Warrior Publishing House."

"Oh." Li Shuguang felt a little regretful, but he also understood the situation.

After receiving the royalties, Li Shuguang sent Lin Chaoyang out. Before he could reach the door of the building, he saw a middle-aged man with a kind face standing at the door.

As soon as he saw Li Shuguang and Lin Chaoyang, he came forward and extended his hand enthusiastically, "Is this Comrade Chaoyang? Oh, he is indeed young and promising, young and promising."

The middle-aged man's enthusiasm confused Lin Chaoyang, and Li Shuguang introduced him: "This is Zhu Changsheng, the editor of "Contemporary"."

Lin Chaoyang gave Li Shuguang a meaningful look and said that he would never believe that these two people had not ventilated beforehand.

Li Shuguang looked at him with a normal expression, and he looked like a battle-hardened veteran.

After Lin Chaoyang glanced at him, he no longer cared about Li Shuguang. Zhu Changsheng was a little too enthusiastic and had to drag him to sit in the editorial office of "Contemporary".

Lin Chaoyang was dragged by him to the editorial department of "Contemporary" located in the back building of the Humanities Society. At this time, "Contemporary" had just been founded for half a year, and there were not many employees, but almost all of them were elites from the Humanities Society.

Compared with the adopted girl "People's Literature", the Humanities Society has spared no effort in supporting "Contemporary".

A few months before each issue is published, the editor-in-chief Wei Junyi will hold a pre-editing meeting, which will be attended by the deputy editors-in-chief of the Humanities Society, the directors of each editorial department, and the heads of the editorial team. They will self-report what manuscripts they plan to provide and what they can do.

It is said that the whole society is working hard to run "Contemporary".

Of course, the Humanities Society's emphasis on "Contemporary" has also been richly rewarded. In July this year, the first issue of "Contemporary" was released, and 70,000 copies of the magazine sold out.

By the second issue, sales reached 110,000 copies, and demand exceeded supply.

According to this momentum, it will take less than a year for "Contemporary" to become a heavyweight literary magazine with national influence.

"Contemporary" is now a quarterly magazine. It has only published two issues and has already shown its potential as a prestigious journal. However, the editorial department is still under great pressure.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Humanities Society is the highest palace of Chinese literature. If the whole society cannot run a publication, wouldn’t it be a disaster?

But after all, "Contemporary" cannot always count on blood transfusions from humanities societies. After this stage, it must become independent, so at this stage the editorial department is very hungry for outside manuscripts.

Zhu Changsheng pulled Lin Chaoyang into the office and was immediately warmly welcomed by the editors. Everyone even put down their work and a group of people chatted with him alone.

"I can't believe that Comrade Chaoyang is so young."

"The novel "The Wrangler" is really well written. I was very impressed when I read it. It can be called the pinnacle of scar literature."

"I especially like your "Little Shoes". It is fresh and timeless, unconventional, like a clear spring in summer."

"I think "Garland Under the Mountain" is the embodiment of Comrade Chaoyang's creative strength. The emergence of this novel can be said to have broken the conventional creative mode of military-themed novels and is quite groundbreaking."

…

Lin Chaoyang vaguely remembered that he had a pleasant conversation with the editors of "Contemporary", but he didn't know when he had already left the editorial department with a tail following behind him.

"Chaoyang, let's go!" Zhu Changsheng urged.

"Where to go?" Lin Chaoyang asked blankly.

"Get the manuscript!"

Get a manuscript?

Oh, by the way, he just agreed to give the newly written novel to "Contemporary".

Eh? How did I agree at that time?

The only thing that Lin Chaoyang remembers is that he was intoxicated by the editors' showers of praise. What everyone said was so nice!

Lao Liu, I'm sorry!

Lin Chaoyang took Zhu Changsheng back home and got the manuscript. Zhu Changsheng was overjoyed.

"Chaoyang, I'll take the manuscript back first, and I'll give you feedback as soon as possible."

Zhu Changsheng confessed and was about to leave, but he happened to bump into Tao Yucheng who was returning home from get off work.

After Zhu Changsheng left, Tao Yucheng asked: "That comrade is..."

"The editor of "Contemporary" is here to pick up the manuscript."

Tao Yucheng said in surprise: "You have written a new novel again?"

"Well, I just finished writing."

"Short story?"

"No, long story."

Tao Yucheng was dumbfounded when he heard this. He remembered that Lin Chaoyang was busy writing and rehearsing the script of "The First Floor" two months ago. How could he write a novel in less than two months?

After the shock, Tao Yucheng said to Lin Chaoyang: "Chaoyang, I have a friend who wants to come and visit you."

"Who?"

"Li Tuo."

The name Li Tuo was familiar to Lin Chaoyang. He had heard it when chatting with Chen Jiangong, and he had also heard it from the mouths of the editors of "Yanjing Literature and Art" and "October".

In his early years, he was a worker at the Yanjing Heavy Machinery Factory. He began publishing novels in 1975. This year, he just won the first National Outstanding Short Story Award for his short story "Wish You Hear This Song" and was transferred to the Yanjing Literary and Art Association to become a first-year student.

Writer-in-residence.

According to rumors, Li Tuo is very smart, very warm to others, and very charming. He is very popular in the literary circles of Yanjing. He even has a good relationship with some underground poets who are not popular with the mainstream. He belongs to Yanjing.

He is a very popular figure in the Beijing literary world.

Li Tuo's wife is Zhang Nuanxin, a director at Yanjing Film Studio, and his uncle works in China National Theater, so it's not unusual to meet her.

"What's the point of visiting? I heard my friends and editor mentioned him. Otherwise, I'll go see him with you tomorrow."

Lin Chaoyang took the initiative to meet Li Tuo, which gave Tao Yucheng a lot of face. "Okay, let's go to Xiaoxi Tian'er after get off work tomorrow. You two know each other. He is a good person."

"good."

The two decided to go find Li Tuo together tomorrow. Lin Chaoyang returned to the room and handed Tao Yushu the manuscript fee he had received from the Humanities Society today.

She looked surprised and asked, "What kind of money is this?"

Lin Chaoyang told her about today's situation, and she looked surprised.

The royalties for the printing of "Little Shoes" were not much, only eighty yuan, but this symbolized a good sign. As long as "Little Shoes" was still selling, Lin Chaoyang would always have income and a steady flow of money.

During this period, Tao Yushu received three royalties in a row, which made Tao Yushu more and more confident in buying a house.

The next day, Lin Chaoyang left work and went to Xiaoxitian, where the Yanjing Film Academy and the China Film Archive are located.
To be continued...