After coming out of the magazine, thinking about Feng Huacheng he had just met, Wang Zhong felt a sudden change in his heart.

In the original plot, Feng Huacheng didn't seem to be doing well after arriving in Jichun. Later, it seemed that he was trying to get a higher position, and he was no longer as rigid as before and didn't know how to adapt until he gave gifts to people and canvassed votes.

But Zhou Rong, who prides herself on being a noble person, is disgusted by Feng Huacheng's behavior and doesn't look down upon her at all.

For this reason, the couple ended up getting divorced.

This is nothing to Zhou Rong, and for Feng Huacheng, it is also a relief from living under the heavy pressure of Zhou Rong.

But for Feng Yue, it was undoubtedly another bolt from the blue.

When parents divorce and go their separate ways, the children are the ones who get hurt in the end.

Although Feng Yue was very stubborn, deep down she also longed for the love from her parents.

Otherwise, after looking for Zhou Rong and Feng Huacheng several times, she gave in and was willing to go back to the photo and live with Zhou Rong and his wife during the weekend.

If it weren't for Feng Yue, Wang Zhong wouldn't bother to care about Zhou Rong's bad things, but now Feng Yue has to think about it for Feng Yue.

The next day, Wang Zhong found a teahouse outside and ordered a pot of Biluochun. Feng Huacheng arrived late.

"Sorry, Bingkun, I was delayed by some trivial matters and kept you waiting for a long time." Feng Hua looked polite.

Wang Zhong gestured for him to sit down with his hand, "It's okay, we didn't wait long."

"I don't know what kind of tea you like, so I ordered a pot of Biluochun and drank some." As he spoke, Wang Zhong had already poured him a cup.

"You can drink anything." Feng Huacheng was very happy that Wang Zhong could come to him. Feng Huacheng knew that the reason why Wang Zhong didn't like him so much was precisely because Zhou Rong went to Guizhou Province to find him despite the objections of everyone in the family.

for the sake of.

"By the way, you came here specifically to see me. Is there something wrong?"

"There is indeed something going on." Wang Zhong nodded and said, "Now that you have joined the Provincial Writers' Association and have an establishment, how are your wages and benefits?"

Feng Huacheng didn't know what Wang Zhong had in mind, but it was no secret. "I have just joined the Writers' Association. My rank is not high, and my salary is naturally not high. It only costs more than one hundred yuan a month."

Even if the level goes up, the salary will not be much higher. Writers generally rely on their works to speak for themselves, not their salary.

Feng Huacheng's works were quite popular in the past, and he was even invited by Yan University to give a lecture. But now, it's a matter of opinion.

"More than one hundred yuan a month, plus the royalties, how much does it add up to, three hundred? Five hundred?" Wang Chong asked more directly.

Feng Huacheng smiled awkwardly and shook his head, "There are not that many, only more than three hundred at most."

That means the monthly manuscript fee fluctuates between one and two hundred.

If this was ten years ago, it would be a fairly high income.

But it is already XX years, and it has been eleven years since the reform and opening up. Although Jiangliao Province, as an industrial base, has taken the pace of reform and opening up later and smaller than other provinces, the income of writers has not

Not much less.

Let’s talk about Wang Zhongba. In the 1970s, not long after he started publishing works, he was already several hundred dollars a month. In just a few years, he saved ten thousand or twenty thousand in royalties, not to mention buying a courtyard house in Yanjing.

, and still had money to invest in He Damao, and took advantage of the reform and opening up.

…Writers are high-income earners in this era, and Feng Huacheng’s income is indeed a bit low.

"Where is your poetry collection?" Wang Zhong asked again, "Isn't it published?"

"Yes, it has been published, but the sales volume is not that great!" Wang Zhong's question was like adding salt to Feng Huacheng's wound.

Even during Feng Huacheng's most prosperous years, the sales volume of his poetry collections were average, and a high-quality poem could not be written casually.

It takes time to settle down, a sudden flash of inspiration, the right time, the right place, the right people, and everything else is indispensable.

As the saying goes, money makes a man bold. Although this statement is a bit crude, it is not crude. If Feng Huacheng could be like Wang Zhong and earn monthly manuscript fees, then he would not have done it when he was in Yanjing.

In order to settle down with Zhou Rong, I went to work in the library.

There is no need to squeeze into a small dormitory with a dozen square meters like a bakery, and there is no need to leave her daughter to Wang Zhong for so many years in order to maintain Zhou Rong's quality of life.

Now there is no need to squeeze in Zhou Rong's dormitory with Zhou Rong, and there is no need to run back to Guangzipi with Zhou Rong on weekends to reunite with her daughter and squeeze in with Zhou Rong's parents.

Thinking of this, looking at Wang Zhong who was very well-dressed across from him, Feng Huacheng remembered that when he was in Yanjing, he and Zhou Rong were crowded into a dormitory with only a dozen square meters, but Wang Zhong brought a large family with him.

, living in a courtyard with spacious and bright rooms and numerous houses.

I don’t know if I don’t want to, I’ll be frightened when I think about it.

Feng Huacheng showed off his talents this time. When Wang Zhong led his entire family to Yanjing, it was in 1978. At that time, it was still a planned economy, and all food, clothing, housing and transportation required tickets. Jichun's tickets were in Yanjing.

There is no way to use Beijing, and except for Wang Zhong, Li Suhua and the others cannot get the bills from Yanjing at all, so they can only exchange them with money, or go to the pigeon market to buy them.

That situation lasted for more than three years. By the time Wang Zhong graduated, the planned economy had not yet ended. Under such intense pressure, Wang Zhong could still persist in completing his intense studies, and

He also led the family to live a happy life. They lived a healthy life. Not only did they have meat for three meals a day, but they could see meat and fish every day. The children could also often eat snacks. Every year, they were given a joint gift to the children.

Feng Yue's new clothes have never been broken.

Thinking of this, Feng Huacheng suddenly felt a deep sense of shame in his heart.

Looking at Feng Huacheng, who looked a little lonely across from him, Wang Zhongdao said, "Do you know what the monthly salary of an ordinary editor at our magazine was last month?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Feng Huacheng came to his senses and shook his head. He had no acquaintances in Jichun, only Shao Jingwen. His relationship was not bad, but it was just ordinary friends.

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Wang Zhongdao said, "Last month, an editor in charge of proofreading received a salary of RMB 280 and a bonus of RMB 80. At the end of the year, there will be a performance bonus, which is 30% of the monthly salary.

"

Feng Huacheng calculated crazily in his mind. Based on this calculation, the average monthly salary would be 356, and this did not include bonuses.

…······

Feng Huacheng was momentarily stunned.

Wang Zhongke said, he is the most ordinary editor responsible for proofreading, but what about the other higher-ranking editors in their magazine? What about the editor-in-chief? What about the president, Shao Jingwen?

Before he could recover, Wang Zhong continued, "The sales of "Prehistoric" have been steadily increasing in the past few months. Lao Shao has begun to contact channels from other provinces. As long as 10%, the sales of "Prehistoric" will definitely increase.

If you go up a few steps, your bonus will be doubled several times every month."

Go nationwide, sales will rise again, and the most important thing is that the bonus will increase several times.

Feng Huacheng felt numb all over. That doesn't mean that for a small editor who is responsible for proofreading, his salary plus bonuses in one month can equal his income for several months or even half a year.

Swallowing subconsciously, Feng Huacheng looked at Wang Zhong and asked, "Your magazine pays its employees such high wages? Can it still make money?"

Seeing Feng Huacheng's reaction, Wang Zhong knew that his goal had been achieved.

"Why can't you transfer your profits? As the old saying goes, if you want the horse to run but don't let the horse eat grass, there is no such a good thing in this world."

"Our publishing house is not a public institution. Our principle is to promote those who are capable and to remove those who are useless. As long as you can create value for the magazine, the magazine will give you corresponding remuneration. We are not an iron rice bowl. We can guarantee the harvest despite droughts and floods. Then

I can only give them more salary."

"With all that said, do you want me to come to your magazine?" Feng Huacheng looked at Wang Zhong. He didn't know whether he was attracted by the rare high salary or because of something else, but suddenly there was some expectation in his heart.

Wang Zhong nodded and said, "I do mean that."

"But I write modern poetry, and the business of your magazine is different!" Of course, it's not just for this reason. As Wang Zhong said just now, although Feng Huacheng's current salary in the Writers' Association is not high, the key is

It is an iron rice bowl, with guaranteed harvests during droughts and floods, and there is no need to worry about losing your job.

But Wang Zhong and Shao Jingwen's magazines are different.

Wang Zhong said, "I discussed it with Lao Shao yesterday. We plan to set up another studio under the magazine. For the time being, I will be the person in charge of the studio and I will provide the outline. The members of the studio will ghostwrite. As long as they can

If you write a work that satisfies me, you can publish it in our magazine, and the studio will take 30% of the royalties, and the remaining 70% belongs to the ghostwriter."

"Just royalties?" Feng Huacheng asked immediately.

"It's just the royalties!" Wang Zhongdao "If it can be published, as long as the sales volume can reach a certain level, a part of the royalties can also be shared. However, I haven't discussed this with Lao Shao yet. The specific plan has to wait for us to discuss it.

We’ll talk about it later, but what I can guarantee is that there will definitely be a share.”

"Does this studio have a basic salary?"

"Yes, but it won't be very high. I have discussed with Lao Shao and have tentatively decided on a hundred yuan a month, because the interests of this studio are different from ordinary editors, and they are more inclined to train a martial arts myth author."

"Think about it, although you have not come into contact with martial arts mythology now, after you have successfully written a few movies and accumulated experience, you feel that your ability has reached a certain level, and you can leave the studio, or you can directly terminate the contract with the studio

, I create independently, as long as it is well written and the quality meets the requirements of our magazine, not only can it be serialized, but the magazine can also arrange for it to be published."

…Feng Huacheng was moved.

Different from poetry, a novella has 30,000 to 400,000 words. Calculated at 10 yuan for 1,000 words, that’s 3,000 to 4,000 yuan, 70%, that’s more than 2,000 yuan. If you write it, it’s worth ten yuan.

Tianya only lasts three or four months, and the outline is already set. As long as you add the plot and polish the writing, it will be much easier than creating your own original work.

Even if I only write one film a year and receive more than 2,000 and nearly 3,000 yuan in royalties, plus a basic salary of 100 yuan per month, my income is around 4,000 yuan a year.

Feng Huacheng's current monthly income is only about 100, which is more than 100 in salary and more than 100 in manuscript fees. It's not just every month. It adds up to less than 200. In twelve months a year, even if New Year's Eve is included,

The holiday subsidy is less than 4,000 yuan.

And if you are diligent enough, you will definitely be able to write more than three to four hundred thousand words. Just look at Wang Zhong and you will know this.

Back then, Wang Zhong was working and writing books part-time. In one year, he could write 340,000 words when he was young. If he were working full-time, as long as his inspiration could keep up, then this number could still be increased.

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Moreover, Feng Huacheng, who is a member of the literary world, naturally understands writing this matter.

only!

Feng Huacheng himself was a famous poet in the past. He looked down upon the literary people and was naturally arrogant, especially for someone like Feng Huacheng who once had unlimited glory.

Although the reality is cruel, the pride that is deep in one's bones cannot be let go so easily.

Feng Huacheng lowered his head and looked at the tea cup on the table and the bright tea in the cup. He was lost in thought. Wang Zhong did not pick up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp. He poured another cup and drank it all again.

It's not because they all taste good, it's just that I feel thirsty. After all the long talk just now, it would be strange if I'm not thirsty.

"I will think about it!"

After a long time, Feng Huacheng raised his head and looked at Wang Zhong, who was still looking calm and calm across from him, and said cautiously.

Wang Zhong smiled slightly, picked up the cup, and raised his hand to Feng Huacheng, "Don't worry, you can go back and think about it slowly. If you are reluctant to part with your current job, you don't have to join my studio. As long as you have this idea."

, if you want to increase your income, you can also use more of your free time to practice by yourself. If you think you are good enough, you can come to me."

Feng Huacheng looked at Wang Zhong with complicated eyes and said in a rather serious tone, "Why...why do you want to help me?"

Wang Zhong looked at him, his expression still calm as usual, "You want to ask, why are Zhou Rong and I so bad in terms of relationship, didn't even say hello when we met, and even had great opinions on you, why are you rushing over to help me now?

You."

Feng Huacheng nodded.

Wang Zhongdao: "To be honest, I really despise you, and I even hated you at one time. However, after these few years of contact, my opinion of you has indeed changed slightly. I don't know what your intentions were when you were in love with Zhou Rong."

No matter what kind of mentality you have, but over the years, you have indeed made a lot of sacrifices for Zhou Rong and Yue Yue."

It's not that Feng Huacheng is much better than Zhou Rong. Both Feng Huacheng and Zhou Rong have problems. Wang Zhong doesn't like them anyway, but now that Dao Yueyue is involved, Wang Zhong can't help but

Give it more thought.

...Speaking, Wang Zhong's eyes became more complicated and he sighed, "No matter what, you are Yueyue's father. Yueyue has grown up beside me and Zheng Juan'er since she was a child. Juan'er and I are facing each other."

Yue Yue's feelings are no shallower than yours. I just want to make Yue Yue's life better while doing my best without violating my true feelings."

In fact, Wang Zhong didn't intend this at the beginning. He didn't want to care about Feng Huacheng and Zhou Rong at all. He didn't want to pay attention to them. Keren's feelings were really too complicated, even if they were raising a few kittens.

Dogs, over time, will also develop feelings, not to mention a niece who is well-behaved, sensible, cute, obedient, and good-looking.

After hearing Wang Zhong's words, Feng Huacheng's mood instantly became heavy.

Feng Huacheng is not hard-hearted, he also has feelings, jealousy, and guilt.

Especially here with my daughter Feng Yue.

"Yueyue, thanks to you and Zheng Juan's care these years, Zhou Rong and I are grateful to you from the bottom of our hearts." Feng Huacheng said in a rather sincere tone.

After hearing this, Wang Chong waved his hands and said, "If you want to thank me, I'm fine. As for Zhou Rong, forget it. If she really thanks me, how will she look like that every time she sees me?"

Hui Hui had a face that looked like Wang Zhong owed her hundreds of thousands, and his words were full of thorns.

Feng Huacheng was slightly embarrassed, "Zhou Rong just wants to save face, but she can't lose face. In fact, she is still grateful to you and Zheng Juan from the bottom of her heart. After all, it has been so many years. If it weren't for you, Yueyue would not have grown so smoothly.

It is impossible for her to finish her studies in peace and achieve her current achievements."

"Based on these few words of yours, I have a better impression of you."

Feng Huacheng's ability to say this, whether sincerely or perfunctorily, shows that he has at least thought so, and is more or less sensible and grateful.

Feng Huacheng smiled and said, "Actually, I have always wanted to find a chance to express my gratitude to you and Zheng Juan, but I have no choice but to stay in Yanjing for a long time. If I come back occasionally..."

"Hey!" Feng Huacheng sighed involuntarily as he spoke.

"Okay, there's no need to say these beautiful words. If you really want to thank me and Zheng Juan, then treat Yueyue well. Although Yueyue has a hard mouth, she still longs to be with you and Zhou Rong, like

Parents in other families live happily together just like their children."

Feng Huacheng looked serious and assured Wang Zhong with firm eyes, "You can rest assured of this. Yueyue is my daughter. Even if you don't tell me, I will do this."

"I resigned from Yanjing and ran back to Jichun this time, just because I wanted to spend more time with Yueyue before she became an adult and be able to accompany her throughout her high school years."

Wang Zhong looked at Feng Huacheng, who had a serious look on his face, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "Have you ever thought about what you will do if Yueyue graduates from high school and is admitted to a university in Yanjing? Then

Quit your job? Run back to Yanjing?"

Feng Huacheng smiled and said, "Nothing is perfect in this world. After all, you have to make a choice between high school and college. Compared with Yueyue who will be admitted to college three years later, I think she needs her parents more now."

companionship.”

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