On Thursday morning, Yu Dong received a letter from "Science Fiction World", which said two things. The first was that the short story "Alien Monkey" by Fu Shui had been drafted and would be published in the next issue. The second was that
According to the incident, Tan Kai told Yu Dong that a domestic director had inquired about the film and television adaptation rights of "Closed Loop" and asked Yu Dong if he was willing to contact him.
The reason why Tan Kai did not directly give Yu Dong's information to the other party this time was because last time Yang Xiao knew about Jimmy James, he asked Tan Kai to keep it in mind.
When Yu Dong heard that it was a domestic director, he lost interest. Now that domestic directors want to make good science fiction movies, isn't that a big deal?
Although "Closed Loop" does not have grand future scenes and the technical requirements are not very high, it is already difficult enough for domestic directors.
Moreover, Yu Dong had never heard of this director named Du Hui, so his identity as a director may be open to question.
In addition to these two things, Tan Kai actually said another thing, but he didn't say it explicitly.
As usual, Tan Kai ended by talking about the recent pressure on the editorial department. Although the number of manuscripts received by the editorial department has doubled since the news that the film and television adaptation rights of "One Day" were sold to foreign countries, the number of good manuscripts has not increased much.
The editorial department now not only needs to spare a lot of energy to review manuscripts, but also has to find people everywhere to invite manuscripts.
He also said that the quality of the article recommended by Yu Dong was good, and it was a small favor for the magazine. The more the better for such things.
Tan Kai never asked Yu Dong for a manuscript from the beginning to the end, probably because he asked for it every time in the past few times, but this time he couldn't ask for it.
But the meaning revealed between the lines is clear at a glance.
Yu Dong smiled, retrieved the copy of "Prison No. 7" from the cabinet, and then wrote a brief letter back to Tan Kai, putting both the letter and the manuscript into the envelope.
After replying to the letter, Yu Dong went to Hu Changqing with the money order.
When Hu Changqing got the money order, he was very excited, and his hands that connected the money order were trembling.
He didn't even know how to react to this.
"Thank you so much, Yu Yu." Hu Changqing held Yu Dong's hand, "I will treat you to dinner tonight."
Yu Dong smiled and said: "Haha, that's not necessary. Wasn't this novel written by Secretary Hu and your friend? If you really want to treat me to dinner, he should come and treat me."
Hu Changqing's expression froze, and he said with a smile: "He lives a bit far away, so it's not convenient for him to come here. It's the same if I invite you on his behalf."
"Oh, that's right. You must meet Mr. Fu Shui when you have time. His works are quite interesting. If you can keep writing, you will definitely be able to achieve success in science fiction." Yu Dong said with a faint smile.
Hearing what Yu Dong said, Hu Changqing felt happy, but did not dare to show it, "This friend of mine has never written science fiction before. He doesn't understand many things and is still in the exploratory stage."
Yu Dong nodded: "Okay, then I'll leave first, I still have some things to do."
"You really don't want to have dinner together tonight?"
"No, let's wait until next time when the royalties are higher, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat enough for more than a hundred yuan." Yu Dong walked away with a smile.
Seeing Yu Dong leave, Hu Changqing also laughed, "This is less than a small one, and his tone is quite serious."
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In the evening of the next day, Yu Dong went to Erjiao 301 early.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the door, I saw seven or eight students sitting inside chatting. These students were none other than students from Gongmei 91.
Seeing Yu Dong come in, Qu Aiguo took the lead in applauding: "Come, let's welcome Teacher Yu."
Seeing seven or eight of them clapping vigorously, Yu Dong touched his head. He should have expected that this would happen.
Yu Dong walked up to the podium, pressed the podium with one hand, and counted the number of people with the other hand: "One, two... seven, eight, eight people. I didn't expect that one-third of our class was so interested in drama literature.
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"That's not all, Teacher Yu. There are still a few people who are not here. At least half of our class must come."
"Half, those who don't know better think you are from the literature department." Yu Dong couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Qu Aiguo chuckled and said: "This is called being close to Zhu, and being influenced by both ears and eyes. Learn from good people to be good people, and learn from Ma Hu to bite people. We look at Teacher Yu every day, and we naturally become interested in literature."
"Okay." Yu Dong waved his hand angrily, "You can come to the class, but I want to tell you in advance that once you sign up for my class, you will have to attend every class in the future. Although I don't follow anyone in this class.
Policies are linked, but if someone violates my rules, I will naturally have ways to punish them. The coursework of Gongmei is not easy, and there is not much free time. If you just want to join in the fun, I advise you to go back early."
"No, we really want to hear it."
"We will persevere."
"Teacher Yu, don't drive us away."
Several students started chatting in various directions, vying to express that they really came here because they wanted to learn about dramatic literature.
Qu Aiguo even more plausibly said: "The arts are all connected. After we have received the influence of drama and literature, it will definitely be of great benefit to our professional courses."
When Yu Dong heard what they said, he didn't say anything more. He raised his hand to ask them to quiet down and waited for the time to sign.
After a while, many students came one after another, and the classroom gradually became full.
Yu Dong looked at the time and saw that the deadline was about ten minutes away. According to the current situation, he should be able to recruit a lot of students, but not too many.
"Lao Yu, I'm not too late."
Yu Dong was preparing the information form when he suddenly heard Feng Ming's hearty voice coming from the door.
"Why are you here?" Yu Dong asked.
"I'm here to experience the charm of literature, aren't you welcome?" Feng Ming said with a smile, then went straight to the back row and found a seat to sit down.
The students sitting around him leaned to the side uncomfortably.
Although Teacher Feng is usually amiable, he is still a teacher after all, so sitting with him in class is a bit intimidating.
But the matter was not over yet. Within two minutes of Feng Ming's arrival, He Yu and Liu Changmin also ran over.
And Hu Changqing.
When I saw Hu Changqing, Yu Dongtian's Linggai felt a little leaky.
It’s okay for Feng Ming and the other old fools to come over. Why do you, Old Hu, come over to join in the fun? Don’t you know who you are in the eyes of the students?
Sure enough, when Hu Changqing sat down in the back row, the students who had been away from Feng Ming and the others leaned back again.
Between Hu Changqing and Feng Ming, students still think the latter is not that scary.
Yu Dong's headache was not over yet, another group of students came in.
When this group of students came in, you could clearly see that the eyes of the boys in the classroom were shining because they were all girls.
"Hello, Teacher Yu." Fu Qinghuan, who was walking in front, also said hello to Yu Dong.
He Yuanxiao, who was inseparable from her, was also among them... Also, Yu Dong suddenly saw another familiar face, Cheng Yanqiu was also here.
Chapter completed!