"Boom, boom, boom!"
"Woo~~~~"
A train slowly stopped at Chengdu North Railway Station. The heavy body was like a giant beast, and people were getting up and down from the opening of its body.
Because he missed the train, Liu Wanbao came back a day late. He was holding a leather bag and had an unpleasant smell lingering on his body, but his face was full of energy and energy, and he did not forget to wave goodbye to a group of people.
"Let's go now and contact you later!"
"I will definitely write to you!"
oops!
Liu Wanbao felt a little unsatisfied and patted the inconspicuous little magazine in his bag. Thanks to this thing, he made the journey relaxed and enjoyable, and made a lot of friends.
Originally, he read it by himself, and then he circulated it around his seat, and then it was circulated throughout the entire carriage, and he almost let a grandson keep it for himself.
A man!
It is inevitable that there will be fights and killings, and there will naturally be discussions among the people.
One said that Ding Mo was definitely not dead, and he learned martial arts after falling. The other said that Qi Tianyuan was really awesome. He could capture thirty-six hands, big and small, and he would be fortified. The other said that there was an expert in his hometown, carrying two big buckets of water, and rubbing
I took a few steps up to the roof, my expression unchanged...
Then they sighed in unison, the people must have hidden dragons and crouching tigers!
China has been in China for five thousand years, but if it is not preserved, there are a few old gods lingering in the mountains.
This conversation only required cutting off chicken heads, burning yellow paper, and sworn sworn vows on the spot. In the end, everyone left each other's addresses and made an appointment to write letters, which was much more refreshing than the hassle of adding WeChat messages in later generations.
In 1979, Chengdu had only three districts: Dongcheng, Xicheng and Jinniu.
The first two are cities, and Jinniu is a large suburb. There are 13 communes below and a large population.
Liu Wanbao is a cadre of the Jinniu District Cultural Center. This time he went to Shanghai on a business trip to learn how to enrich people's spare time life. He really saw the world in a big city.
He got off the train and took the bus home, but there was always something that was ready to come out. He seemed to have some inspiration, and he kept thinking about all the things on the train in his mind, those things that were full of enthusiasm, saliva flying, and he couldn't wait to reach the climax of the conversation.
Passengers laughing and shouting...
"The crowd loves martial arts so much!"
"Hamapi, why did I just think of it!"
Liu Wanbao suddenly became enlightened. He quickly got off the car and turned around to go to the Cultural Center.
The function of the cultural center is to promote cultural knowledge and enrich people's lives. Jinniu District is in the countryside, and the people's education is low, so they can't read "People's Literature" and "Grudge".
"Old Liu? Did you just come back?"
"Why did you come directly to the work? This smell!"
"Oh, good stuff, I found something good..."
Liu Wanbao took out "Story Story" from his bag and said excitedly: "This is it. We will go to the post and telecommunications office to order it immediately, and then send it to the commune's cultural station and find someone to tell the story to the villagers. They will definitely love it!"
"Calm down, calm down, I'll take a look first!"
The other party opened "Story Meeting" and read the story in silence. After a while, he was even more excited than Liu Wanbao: "What a great idea! We are worried that we don't have suitable literary and artistic works to enrich people's lives!"
In this way, each commune will order a small amount and see the response from the public first. If the response is good, we will order more later."
"Okay, okay, this is best."
The direct distribution of "Story Club" covers Shanghai, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Anhui. Those from other places can also subscribe through the post and telecommunications office. The address and contact information are on the magazine.
Liu Wanbao was full of energy, but still didn't want to go home. After thinking about it for a while, he sat down and simply wrote a letter to the author Archie, which was handed over by "Story Club".
At the beginning, he expressed some admiration, talked about his thoughts after reading "Kapok Kasaya", and finally said: "Our Sichuan is also a land of outstanding people and countless beautiful scenery. Mount Emei, Mount Qingcheng, and the Leshan Giant Buddha are famous throughout the country.
You can come to Bashu as a guest and we will be sure to welcome you.
In addition, if you have this honor, we would be very happy to see you create a novel based on Sichuan's famous mountains, rivers, temples and ancient temples... Of course, this is my selfish little idea, please don't blame me...
"
After writing the letter, Liu Wanbao went directly to the post and telecommunications office to submit the letter, and at the same time ordered 60 copies of "Story Club".
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Shanghai alleys have the same nature as large courtyards in Beijing. Several families live in more than ten square meters. There are pots, pans and clothes drying poles everywhere. Water and toilets are also shared.
Every household has a toilet, and the first thing you do every day is to empty the toilet.
The capital is very particular, and Shanghai is no less generous. Don't look at this small toilet. When it comes to education, poor people just use a wooden barrel with a lid, while rich people use copper hoops, gold paint, or even carvings.
At that time, it was a custom in the south of the Yangtze River that a daughter's dowry must include a red-painted toilet with three sizes: large, medium and small, called descendants' toilet, which showed her status.
In the afternoon, after school time.
A little boy returned to the alley gloomily.
"四囝, who bullied you?" asked my mother who was cooking.
"No."
"Then why are you unhappy?"
"..."
The little boy pouted for a while and said loudly: "Everyone knows how to kill the King of Guns, but I can't! Everyone can play Arhat Boxing to beat bad guys, but I can't do it!"
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My mother had questions in her head, but she didn't care.
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After a while, my father came back. He got toilet paper and was about to run to the toilet. The little boy came over hesitantly and said, "Dad, can your unit book a "Story Party"?"
"What "Story Club"?"
"My classmate's father bought it. It's very beautiful. They have all seen it, so I managed to borrow it for a day."
As he spoke, he took out a small magazine from his schoolbag.
"Our workplace has standards for ordering magazines. Oops, let me go to the toilet first..."
Dad couldn't hold it in anymore, so he took the magazine and hurried into the public toilet, and then he didn't come out.
Forty minutes later, my father hunched over, rubbed his legs, and came out tremblingly, "Book it for one year!"
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"Where's the editor-in-chief? Where's the editor-in-chief?"
"What are you so worried about?"
"Something big happens!"
Not long after the September issue of "Story Club" was released, the comrade in charge of the publication rushed around the small building in a hurry, and finally caught the editor-in-chief in the toilet. He didn't care that he was peeing, and Barabala said:
"Is there any left of the September issue? Several newspaper outlets at Shanghai Railway Station have sold out, and demand exceeds supply!"
"Speak slowly, what's going on?"
"It's sold out, and even the passenger terminal is sold out! This issue of the magazine sold surprisingly well, and the news outlets received an enthusiastic response, with everyone asking for it!"
"Editor-in-Chief! Editor-in-Chief!"
Just as he was talking, another guy ran in: "Hahaha! Suzhou, Wuxi, Hangzhou, and Ningbo are all out of stock!"
"How much is missing?"
"I made preliminary calculations and found that at least 30,000 copies are needed!"
Hiss!
The editor-in-chief trembled all over and fell six feet high.
Last year, "Story Club" was still called "Revolutionary Story Club", and its monthly sales were only tens of thousands of copies. At the beginning of this year, it was changed back to include popular novels, and its performance has improved. Currently, its monthly sales volume can reach about 200,000 copies.
An additional 30,000 copies were ordered at once, an increase of nearly one-sixth.
“Where’s the editor-in-chief??”
The third guy ran in, also in high spirits. This peeing scene was so twisty!
“Chengdu! We’ve made reservations in Chengdu!”
"One cultural center directly ordered 60 volumes, and there were also some scattered subscriptions, totaling more than 100 volumes."
Book that!
The business has developed to Chengdu. The editor-in-chief picked up his pants and waved his hand without caring whether he had finished peeing: "Meeting!"
Soon, the editorial department of "Story Club" gathered together.
When the publishing staff explained the situation, the editors were all delighted, "Luoyang paper is expensive! Luoyang paper is expensive!"
"We only have one new novel "Kapok Kasaya", which obviously directly caused the increase in circulation. Xiao He, I will leave the author in charge of you. You must handle the relationship well."
"You can invite him to Shanghai as a guest and treat him well."
"Hey, this is a good idea!"
"Comrades!"
The old editor-in-chief was still the calmest and knocked on the table: "We have just come out of the predicament. It is not easy. Now the momentum is promising. I think when the circulation exceeds 300,000, we can consider holding a pen meeting or a story lecture. In short,
Click on the activity to bring the author closer to us and to the readers.”
"Hmm, we must hold a pen meeting!"
“Only by organizing the PEN Club can we prove that we are a big magazine company!”
Everyone was talking a lot, thinking about a bright future.
Archie drove sales by himself, but no one said they would increase his royalties.
The manuscript fee is fixed this year, and the magazine can entertain the author with delicious food and drinks, or invite the author to travel, but if it wants to increase the manuscript fee, or even increase the share, there is absolutely no need to discuss it!
For example, Zheng Yuanjie's early manuscript fees were meager, but he found that as long as there was an issue of the magazine in which his novel was published, sales would be particularly good. He confidently went to the magazine and asked for an increase in money.
The magazine asked, how can you prove that your work led to the increase in sales?
Zheng Yuanjie said, it’s simple, if you let me contribute alone, you will know whether the circulation has anything to do with me.
Magazine: Are you sick?
Later, Zheng Yuanjie fulfilled his wish and founded "The King of Fairy Tales". He provided articles by himself and was very tired every day. However, he did earn a lot and bought ten houses in Beijing to store letters from readers.
One of the sets was stolen by a thief and was sentenced to 12 years in prison.
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The September issue of "Story Club" is an unexpected and understandable hit.
It spread rapidly in the areas south of the Yangtze River, and occasionally spread out to other provinces. No one realized that "Kapok Kasaya" was the first martial arts/martial arts novel to appear in the mainland after the reform.
These days, the distinction between writers and authors is very clear. Writers must first join the Writers' Association, and the Writers' Association will organize a group of critics to hold a seminar for you to study the quality and significance of your work before publishing it - it's such a journey.
Only then can you be called a writer.
Otherwise, you can only call the author.
Chen Qi is just an author, and a popular novelist. He is so disdainful to the mainstream that no one will study his works.
"Story Club" and "Kapok Kasaya" did not make any splash in the mainstream literary world, and the mainstream literary world did not bother to pay attention to a small and broken magazine-unless they felt threatened.
Chapter completed!