"The Wrangler" gained the love of many readers within a short period of time after it was published in Yanjing Literature and Art. At the same time, it also attracted the attention of some people in the literary world.
At the beginning of the year, "People's Literature" published "Class Teacher", and in the middle of the year, "Wenhui Daily" published "Scar". By coincidence, towards the end of the year, "Yenjing Literature" published "Wrangler" again.
Many senior people in the literary world and literature lovers are keenly aware that a whirlwind seems to be blowing in the Chinese literary world.
Since the publication of "Scar", the name "Scar Literature" has spread like wildfire, which well explains the core and purpose of this literary type.
The emergence of "Wrangler" is consistent with the spirit of "Head Teacher" and "Scar" in criticizing buzz, but at the same time, it extracts and sublimates the spirit of reflection and human nature, which not only echoes the public's response to buzz.
Negative emotions also invisibly elevate the social significance explored by scar literature.
With the reprinting of the eleventh issue of "Yanjing Literature and Art" in 1978, more and more readers came across the novel "The Wrangler", and the novel's influence further increased.
One night in the second week after "Wrangler" was published, after dinner, Lin Chaoyang discovered that Tao Yushu was reading this novel, and he couldn't help but feel horrified.
"What's wrong?"
Lin Chaoyang accidentally touched the foot of the bed. He hugged his foot and grinned. Tao Yushu asked with concern.
"fine."
He rubbed his feet, came to Tao Yushu's side, and asked nonchalantly: "What limericks are there in this issue of "Yanjing Literature and Art"?"
"The limericks are all old, and this issue of "Yenjing Literature" has a big star."
Tao Yushu looked a little excited and showed the magazine to Lin Chaoyang, "Look at this article "Wrangler", it completely inherits the style of "Scar", and it is better than the previous one."
She said enthusiastically: "I plan to write another review and talk about this novel."
"Write more this time and take the royalties to treat me to Lao Mo for dinner." Lin Chaoyang forced a smile.
"You've got it to be so beautiful!" Tao Yushu said angrily, "It's not even sure whether it can be done."
Although he said this, Tao Yushu still had some confidence in himself.
A few days later, Zhang Dening found the library.
"Why did you come here?"
"The editorial department would like to invite you to write an article about writing. We also want to ask if you have any new articles recently."
"I'm too busy with work and don't have time to write."
This is of course just Lin Chaoyang's excuse. He received the eighty-five yuan royalties for "Wrangler" some time ago, so he doesn't have that strong creative motivation for the time being.
Moreover, he previously submitted an article to "Shanghai Literature and Art", but there has been no news yet.
The most important thing right now is that the popularity of "The Wrangler" caught him off guard. Every day in the library, he can hear students discussing this novel, and there are more and more review articles in newspapers and magazines.
The royalties are so profitable, but you have to spend them with your life!
Azu wants to stop!
Zhang Dening was puzzled by his performance. No one forced you to write a novel before, right? When the novel was not published before, you kept urging it. Now that the novel is popular, you have no time to write it?
Zhang Dening has been an editor for several years, and he knows that the author refuses to submit manuscripts for several reasons. Either a magazine with a bigger brand has approached him, and the manuscripts are limited and given priority to others, or the manuscript fee is too low.
"Which publication contacted you?"
"No!"
"Is that because the royalties are too low?"
"Well..."
Lin Chaoyang hesitated for a moment, and Zhang Dening thought that it was indeed the case.
"I'll give you another dollar."
The standard remuneration for "Wrangler" is five yuan for one thousand words, and if you pay one yuan, it will be six yuan for one thousand words. Lin Chaoyang hesitated, taking such a big risk for one yuan is not worth it!
Zhang Dening understood his hesitation and said: "I only have this little power, so don't embarrass me. If it doesn't work, I will go back and discuss it with the person in charge."
"How can I call it a embarrassment to you? The main reason is that I really don't have time."
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Dening said helplessly: "Yes, yes, I understand. You are busy with work, and you always take time to write manuscripts. In that case, you can write me a creative talk first, and I will go back and get you seven yuan for a thousand words."
How is the treatment?"
"This..." Lin Chaoyang wavered, "Okay, I'll write you a creative talk first."
"Can it be handed in within a week?"
"So fast?"
"Hurry up and publish the next issue. "Wrangler" is now gaining momentum. By the way, I forgot to tell you, this issue has already sold half a million copies."
Lin Chaoyang had no idea about the sales volume of "Yanjing Literature and Art", "Is it too much?"
Zhang Dening glanced at him speechlessly, "It's doubled."
Hiss~
That’s hot enough!
Lin Chaoyang said: "Come here next Tuesday to pick up the manuscript."
After getting his exact answer, Zhang Dening breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he didn't run in vain today.
The two chatted for a few more words, and Zhang Dening took his leave.
Turning around, curator Xie Daoyuan was standing not far behind Lin Chaoyang, and he didn't know if he heard the conversation between him and Zhang Dening just now.
"Director!" Lin Chaoyang greeted guiltily.
Xie Daoyuan's energy was not focused on Lin Chaoyang, but on the ice skates on the facade of the library.
"Chaoyang, that string of ice skates is a bit close to the door. Go to the library and ask someone to go upstairs to get tools to knock them down."
Lin Chaoyang looked in the direction he pointed. A few days ago, it snowed for the first time in winter in Yanjing. During the day, the snow on the roof began to drip down the eaves. When the temperature dropped in the evening, ice cubes gradually formed.
"Okay, curator!" Lin Chaoyang happily went back to the library to call for someone.
Zhang Dening returned to the editorial office of "Yanjing Literature and Art" and first found Zhou Yanru and raised Lin Chaoyang's demands.
"This Lin Chaoyang, the novel has just become popular, and he is going to raise the price!"
"The novel is not popular, so we can't agree to his price increase!"
Zhou Yanru shook her head helplessly, that was the truth.
The editorial department is not a charity, and the determination of remuneration standards is also directly related to the author's reputation, strength and quality of works.
With the success of "Wrangler", it is not a problem to increase Lin Chaoyang's royalties.
It's just that these days, everyone is ashamed of talking about profit. The author took the initiative to ask for a remuneration increase, and he is still a young author. It was always difficult for Zhou Yanru, an old editor, to accept it emotionally.
"You are young, but you take money very seriously."
Although she said this, Zhou Yanru still went to the person in charge, Li Qingquan, to discuss the issue of royalties.
Finally, Li Qingquan gave his opinion, and the creative talk would be based on the standard of seven yuan per thousand words. If he had a novel, it would also be seven yuan per thousand words.
Li Qingquan, the person in charge of "Yanjing Literature and Art" who had just arrived less than a month ago, showed Zhou Yanru a different spirit from the previous directors.
Chapter completed!