In the gallery where famous paintings gather, each work carries the historical accumulation and the artist's unique emotions, and is priceless.
There was an endless stream of visitors coming to the exhibition. They stopped to admire the paintings and immersed themselves in the ocean of art.
However, at this moment, a group of thugs suddenly broke into the gallery, holding banners with slogans such as "Because of your actions, the world becomes greener" and "A drop of water is also life, and a share of green is hope".
, shouting high slogans and looking fanatical.
The quiet and beautiful afternoon was interrupted by this sudden noise. The audience watching the exhibition were driven aside by the thugs. The exhibition security came to maintain order, but was stopped by the thugs.
They poured buckets of unknown liquid on the famous paintings, muttering something to each other, and the onlookers screamed. Those world-famous and priceless paintings were destroyed in one day.
But the crowd's exclamations were just the beginning. Someone among the thugs lit a lighter, and everyone looked in disbelief.
This group of thugs actually wanted to set a fire!
At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the air was filled with tension and uneasiness.
"No!"
A thin and handsome young man rushed out of the crowd. He tried to stop the thugs, but was unable to do anything.
He watched helplessly as the lighter fell on the liquid, and the flames instantly burst into flames. Within a few seconds, it turned into a raging fire.
There were loud screams in the gallery, and everyone was panicking. They could no longer care about the famous paintings that were caught in the fire. They ran away like frightened beasts.
The thugs who set fire looked at the people hiding and running away in fear, with happy smiles on their faces.
A group of hypocrites who pretend to love art but are actually sanctimonious!
The fire in the gallery was fierce. As the audience fled one after another, the thugs accomplished their goal and walked out of the gallery calmly.
In the huge gallery, only the famous paintings that were about to be melted into flames were left.
No, there is another figure.
The thin figure stood stubbornly in the gallery, and the hot air made it difficult for him to breathe.
"Starry Night", "Sunflower", "Iris"...
He was heartbroken as he watched those hand-me-down works being burned in the flames.
At this moment, his eyes suddenly discovered a touch of color, and he stared at a corner of the gallery.
There, there is also a complete painting.
When all the paintings fell into the flames, only that painting survived because it was in a corner.
But the sea of ​​fire lay in front of him, like an abyss.
The only painting left is "The Church of Auvers"!
The thin young man looked back and saw crowds of people swarming on the street outside the gallery. They were crying and screaming, showing their heartache.
A sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he turned his head to face the all-devouring flames again, his eyes pious and firm.
If I am destined not to be a genius like Van Gogh, then I will use fire to perfect my art.
In everyone's astonished eyes, that thin figure rushed towards the sea of ​​fire desperately.
Fire, fire is everywhere.
The hot air made it impossible for him to breathe. He endured the burning of the flaming knife, his steps were messy, and he finally fell in front of the "Auvers Church".
Red, the world turns red.
Is this the world as seen by Van Gogh?
The last thought flashed through the skinny young man's mind.
With a "click", the picture in Zhu Changsheng's mind was cut off and turned into nothingness. He pulled away from his fantasy and focused his eyes on Tan Chaoyang.
The lamp on the desk had been turned off, and Zhu Changsheng asked expectantly: "Have you finished reading? How did it go?"
Tan Chaoyang smiled and said: "How can I finish it so quickly after such a short time? I just read two chapters."
Zhu Changsheng recalled the plot of the novel and understood clearly, "How about that?"
"Have ideas! Have ability! Interesting!"
You can tell the whole story at a glance. Although he only read two chapters, he said "yes" three times in a row. Even if there is no explicit praise, it has fully revealed Qin Chaoyang's enthusiasm for the novel "The Death of Van Gogh".
Recognition.
"Having ideas" affirms Lin Chaoyang's creativity and ideas; "having ability" affirms Lin Chaoyang's creative level; "Interesting" is a rare thing that Qin Chaoyang can give to a novel that he has not finished yet.
Highest rating.
"Then why didn't you continue reading?" Zhu Changsheng said anxiously.
He also wanted Tan Chaoyang to review the manuscript quickly to determine whether the novel could be published in the first issue of "Contemporary" after its revision.
"How do you expect me to review such a long novel in a few hours?" Tan Chaoyang pointed out the window, "It's getting late, it's so windy outside, go back early."
Only then did Zhu Changsheng notice that it was almost half past eight, and the cold wind howling outside was much louder than when he arrived just now.
"Ouch!" He stood up and picked up his bag.
Then he turned to Qin Chaoyang and warned him: "Old Qin, hurry up and review the manuscript. I tell you, Chaoyang's novel is definitely a rare masterpiece.
We need to give him extraordinary treatment, which is not only good for him, but also good for our magazine.
Publishing this novel in the first issue of the revised edition will definitely bring unexpected effects."
Before Lin Chaoyang finished writing the novel, Zhu Changsheng was asking Tan Chaoyang about the salary for publishing one issue.
Tan Chaoyang never responded, after all, he hadn't read the manuscript yet.
Today, Zhu Changsheng finally brought the manuscript team here. He has just read one-sixth of the novel. Tan Chaoyang has a very good impression of the novel as a whole.
But it is still too early for him to agree to Zhu Changsheng's request.
He is the editor-in-chief of the magazine, and he is considering the overall work of the magazine. He cannot make such a simple decision.
"I will read the manuscript as soon as possible, and I will give you an answer on Monday whether it is OK or not."
Tan Chaoyang sent Zhu Changsheng out and finally said.
Today is Saturday, and tomorrow will be Sunday off. It takes more than one day to give review comments for a novel of more than 200,000 words, which means that Qin Chaoyang will inevitably stay up late.
"Thank you for your hard work, Lao Tan."
"You are the one who worked hard and put in so much effort to get the manuscript here. I am here to review the manuscript." Tan Chaoyang said with a smile.
After the two waved goodbye, Qin Chaoyang returned to the house.
The fire in the coal stove was still burning brightly. He made himself a cup of tea, sat back at the desk and turned on the lamp.
That night, the lamp at Qin Chaoyang's house stayed on until late at night.
The next day was the weekend, so Lin Chaoyang got up early and went to the street to find someone to exchange industrial coupons and coal stamps for some food stamps and meat stamps.
The issuance of tickets is a concrete manifestation of the planned economy. It is not only about tickets and vouchers, but more importantly, quantitative.
Money comes first, then tickets, and then your purchase qualifications must be within the quantitative range.
In the past, there were only two people in the couple, so the tickets were always enough.
Lin Erchun and his wife recently came to Yanjing, and their food stamps were obviously a little short.
Buying food stamps is of course one way, but nowadays, not having food stamps is more of a dilemma that most people face in life than not having money, so not many people buy and sell food stamps.
Moreover, food stamps are different from other things. If caught, they are not only speculating, but also reselling food. This is a serious crime, and ordinary ticket dealers would not dare to do it.
So at this stage, whether buying food stamps or exchanging food stamps, most of the time it depends on luck.
After exchanging food stamps and meat stamps, Lin Chaoyang returned home. It was already noon, and Lin Chaoyang made a meal of braised pork.
As soon as the dishes were cooked, Tao Yumo came over after smelling the food.
After Lin Erchun and his wife came to Yanjing, she basically didn't live in the Overseas Chinese Apartment, but came here regularly every week to take a hot bath.
Although Yan University also has a bathhouse, Tao Yumo has become accustomed to a separate bathroom in her sister's house, vividly explaining what it means to go from frugality to luxury but how hard it is to go from luxury to frugality.
After having lunch and taking a shower, Tao Yumo left the Overseas Chinese Apartment on a bicycle.
When he went to work on Monday, Lin Chaoyang received a manuscript fee bill from Warrior Publishing House.
It has been nearly 10 months since "Garland Under the Mountain" was published, and this is the third time that the publishing house has paid him the royalties.
At the end of August, the total print run of this novel had reached 2.6 million copies. This time, Warrior Publishing House paid Lin Chaoyang 1,210 yuan for the print run, which was exactly 100% of the basic royalties.
In other words, in the past three months or so, the print volume of "Garland Under the Mountain" has increased by 500,000 copies, officially breaking the 3 million copy mark.
Less than a year after its publication, it sold over 3 million copies.
"Garland Under the Mountain" not only set a sales record for Chinese military literature, but also broke the sales record for various literary works known to the domestic publishing industry.
Liang Junshu of Warrior Publishing House also wrote a passionate letter to Lin Chaoyang this time, most of which contained praises related to the sales of "Garland Under the Mountain".
After receiving the fee bill, Lin Chaoyang made a rough calculation in his mind. If you include the reprints of "Garland Under the Mountain" by newspapers and magazines in the past six months or so, this novel has already earned him more than 13,000 yuan.
income.
If calculated based on purchasing power, if you can buy two two-bedroom courtyard houses in the inner city, it will cost hundreds of millions in future generations.
In the afternoon, when Lin Chaoyang was working, Amao suddenly ran over to him.
"Lin, are you interested in going to a Christmas dinner?"
"Christmas dinner? Did you international students do it?" Lin Chaoyang asked.
Amao shook his head, "No, it was held by the American Embassy."
Lin Chaoyang was a little puzzled when he heard this, "Why should I, a Chinese, go to the Christmas dinner hosted by the American embassy?"
A Mao's face showed a bit of cowardice and said: "You know, haven't I been working for the embassy? Once a week, three hours each time..."
Of course Lin Chaoyang knew about Amao's part-time job. The seven US dollars an hour salary made many Chinese students at Yan University cry.
Three hours a week is equivalent to a month's salary of an ordinary worker.
"Yesterday, I went to work for the embassy again. On Christmas Day, they are holding a Christmas dinner at the Yanjing Hotel, and we international students are invited to attend.
I heard from the envoy's wife that they also wanted to invite some Chinese celebrities, and I thought of you.
You are a great writer!
Wait until Madam knows your name and heard that you and I are friends, so she specially asked me to invite you to the dinner."
After Amao explained the situation, he took out an invitation letter from his pocket and said in a show-off manner: "Look, I brought all the invitation letters."
After listening to Amao's introduction, Lin Chaoyang was confused. Is the Yankee going to fight him?
Seeing Lin Chaoyang's hesitation, Amao asked, "Lin, don't you want to go?"
These days, Sino-US diplomacy is in the honeymoon period, and Chinese people are eager for everything about the United States, so Amao does not understand Lin Chaoyang's hesitation.
Lin Chaoyang didn't have any filters for the United States, but since Amao had already mentioned him to the envoy's wife and even brought the invitation letter, it would be terrible if he didn't go to Amao.
"If I don't go, will you lose your job?" Lin Chaoyang joked.
Listening to Lin Chaoyang's words, Amao looked embarrassed and said, "Lin, please, you must go."
Lin Chaoyang nodded, "Okay. You can go to the Christmas dinner. Just treat it as a favor you owe me this time."
"No problem, I owe you." Amao said happily.
Chapter completed!