After the commotion for a long time, the neighbors finally dispersed.
Yu Xiuli didn't cook, so she decided to go to a restaurant for the first time. Chen Jianjun also agreed, so the three of them rode out in a hurry.
Why are you so anxious?
In a state-owned hotel, the chef gets off work on time at 7:30, so it’s hard for anyone to come in. It’s also hard for foreign guests, who will lock you out.
The three of them arrived at a restaurant. They were very lucky. There were not many customers. They paid the tickets and money and ordered a piece of sliced ​​pork, 3 taels of meat, which cost 4 cents. A plate of fried tofu with hot peppers cost 4 cents, because tofu is very precious.
;A bowl of spinach and egg soup, 2 cents.
Plus four ounces of dumplings. The four ounces these days are different from those in later generations. They refer to four ounces of dry flour.
Chen Jianjun also wanted a bottle of Maotai, but the waiter told him to get lost...
Oh my god, Chen Qi has been here for more than ten days, and while eating a good meal for the first time, he beeped: "I wrote a bad letter and then went to the restaurant. When I really become famous, you are not allowed to take over the Beijing Hotel."
Come down?"
"If the day comes that day, I will protect you even if you die!"
Yu Xiuli thought that today was her son's peak, so she planted a flag without hesitation.
"I read your article and it's pretty good!"
Chen Jianjun praised reservedly and said: "I also support your idea. Don't ignore your spiritual world in anything you do. If you like literature, write more. This is the process of improving yourself."
"Uh huh huh!"
Chen Qi responded perfunctorily, hurriedly shoveling the dumplings and meat into his mouth, and finally said: "Mom, please have another plate of meat, it's not enough!"
"Comrade, let's have another piece of fried shredded pork!" Yu Xiuli called.
"No more!"
"Master is about to get off work!"
“Don’t even look at what time it is!”
The waiter pressed the button three times, and Yu Xiuli retracted her hand. Chen Jianjun hesitated to speak, then stopped, and continued to stop. Chen Qi did not dare to speak.
Don’t dare to mess with me!
"It is forbidden to beat or scold customers without reason!"
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When I got home, Aunt Wang was wandering around the entrance of the hospital.
"Hey, the three of you went out to the restaurant? It's such a good thing, it's time to celebrate... I'll have a few words with Xiao Chen."
The effect is significant.
I used to be called Xiaozi, but now I am called Xiao Chen, and from now on I will be called Teacher Chen.
Chen Qi stayed. Seeing no one around, Aunt Wang said: "I won't talk nonsense. The leader of the plastic factory came to the street specifically to solve this matter. What he meant was that he would definitely give it to those people
They will suffer the consequences of the punishment, and they know they were wrong, so you just show your superiority and call it a day.
What do you think?"
"What you said is so serious, I feel a little guilty."
In fact, it's not that Chen Qi is cruel. He was dissed on the first day he opened. If he doesn't kill a Kunkun to scare the monkeys, he will have endless troubles in the future.
When the other party admitted his mistake and expressed his position, he didn't want to get into trouble, so he paused and said, "Aunt Wang, do you know what products their factory makes?"
"It's just plastic products, sandals and stuff."
"Sandals? Plastic sandals?"
"Yes, everyone likes to wear them in summer. They are cool and can also be used for wading in the water. If I were not old, I would also buy a pair."
nice one!
Chen Qi's eyes lit up and he said: "I have an idea. Their factory will provide us with some sandals, not too many, just to ensure that we have enough supply this summer. When the leaders inspect, we will also give them a few nice words. Do you think it’s okay?”
All parties are sure that the leaders will inspect because this is typical.
Aunt Wang frowned: "We sell tea, it doesn't go well with sandals."
"May I remind you that it's already April and the weather is getting hotter. When summer comes, our tea business will plummet. Can you think of a solution then?"
Tsk!
Aunt Wang made a sad face, it was true, and said: "Then what exactly is our cooperative? It feels like a mess."
"No matter what it is, let's try it first. It is the last word to improve everyone's life. If the plastic factory is inconvenient, let them go through the loss. They will always have a loss rate every month, right? Give it to us at a low price, no Violation."
"Then shall I tell them?"
"Sorry for your trouble!"
Aunt Wang is gone.
When Chen Qi entered the room, his parents were still excited and chatted for a long time.
It was finally quiet at night.
He was lying on the wooden bed outside, selling large bowls of tea. Although it was good, the efficiency was low, accumulation was slow, and it was also affected by the season. It was necessary to expand the supply of goods. When summer came, first there were sandals, then some popsicles, raincoats and so on. You will be able to stand firm initially.
Those department stores that have a large backlog of items can communicate with each other.
But he didn't plan to take action in this matter. At this point, he felt that he had done his best.
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"About the meaning of life", this topic quickly formed a large-scale discussion.
Letters from all over the world were sent to China Youth Daily, with different opinions, and some were really profound. The newspaper was very busy publishing these letters every day, and the sales volume was good.
In the next two days, Yu Jiajia came twice.
I always delivered letters to him, one sack after another, and paid him a royalties of 14 yuan.
During the period of humanitarian torrent, there is no royalties.
When the author submits a manuscript, the other party will send back a card. With the card, he can go to Xinhua Bookstore to pick up a book on leadership. People like Chen Zhongshi and Jia Pingwa were already submitting their manuscripts without receiving a dime.
In 1977, this group of writers felt that they could demand manuscript fees, so they started to make a fuss, and the country issued a standard: 2-7 yuan per 1,000 words for manuscripts, and 1-5 yuan per 1,000 words for translations.
In 1980, it was raised to 3-10 yuan per 1,000 words for manuscripts and 1-7 yuan for translations. At the same time, the remuneration for print runs was restored, calculated on a basis of 10,000 copies, that is, for every 10,000 copies printed, the author can get a certain amount Proportional royalties.
In 1984, Ti was mentioned again, with the price of 6-20 yuan for the manuscript and 4-14 yuan for the translation.
It can be said that the royalties have never been high, unless you write a million-word novel. The first commercial writer was Wang Shuo, who started asking for royalties openly. However, this is a standard for newspapers, magazines, and publishing houses.
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The film studio's scripts are not included, so let's not mention them for now.
Chen Qi's article was 2,000 words long, so he received a royalties of 14 yuan. At first, he was vain and proud, reading the letter as if reviewing a memorial, but he soon lost interest.
To be honest, those letters were not very well written.
Although young women are enthusiastic, they are also conservative. None of them include photos of themselves, so how can he arouse his interest? He is a guy who will "look at legs" after 30 minutes of online chatting, and "look at breasts" after chatting for a whole day...
…
Anyway, the discussion is still ongoing.
However, the popularity of him, the initiator, is obviously declining, just like the Internet celebrities who became famous for 15 minutes in later generations.
Chen Qi didn't care either. He was just wondering why I hadn't been invited to stay in a guest house a few days after the script was submitted. He was worried that something had happened, but fortunately he didn't deviate from his plan.
"Excuse me, is Comrade Chen Qi at home?"
That evening, a very thin man with thick eyebrows, who looked a bit like Tu Honggang, knocked on the door of Chen's house and introduced himself:
"I am the editor of the Literary Department of Beijing Film Studio. My name is Liang Xiaosheng..."
(No more!
The archived manuscript is no longer available. I write it now every day and try to update it between 5 and 8 p.m.)
Chapter completed!