There are a total of two hundred and fifty-six books. I just open each one one by one to see if there are any handwritten words inside. In fact, the workload is not that big.
However, Yu Dongdao hopes that the task volume can be larger, because this will prove that more of Mr. Chang's handwriting will be found.
It's a pity that reality is always very hard. It took more than an hour for Yu Dong to flip through more than a hundred books. Among them, Mr. Chang's handwriting was only found in seven or eight books, and among these seven or eight books, basically all
They are some very ordinary reflections after reading, or random notes that are incomprehensible.
After taking out these books individually, and when Yu Dong was about to continue reading, Cheng Yanqiu reminded him: "Sister Hong asked us to go to dinner at night. It's almost six o'clock now, so it's time to go."
Yu Dong nodded, "Well, I'll put these opened books away first."
He looked at the living room, the sofa, and the dining table where there were all books, and sighed: "We still have to go to Luoyuan, otherwise it will be really difficult to perform."
Cheng Yanqiu smiled and said: "But this time I have added a lot of books to Wangqiu Pavilion. I don't know when it will be full."
"Wangqiu Pavilion looks big, but actually it can't hold too many books. The grids and shelves are scattered, so it won't take long to fill up."
The two of them put away the books they had read, and then went to Yu Hua's house, where the meal happened to be ready and served.
When Yu Hua saw Yu Dong and the others coming over, he joked, "You two have very good noses. You came here just as this dish was served."
Yu Dong ignored him and said to Chen Hong, who was still cooking: "Sister-in-law, how can I finish eating so many dishes? Stop working so hard and come over to eat together."
"If there are any dishes, I will fry two more vegetarian dishes. You can drink first."
Yu Hua also greeted: "Sit down, sit down, there is no one else. I originally called Zhang Xian and Xiaohu, but neither of them were available."
"It's such a big weekend, why are they not free?" Mo Yan asked.
Bi Feiyu smiled and answered helpfully, "Xiaohu went to Shanghai. Mr. Zhang, a friend came."
Yu Dong had expected that the two of them didn't come. Ruan Xiaohu now runs to Shanghai every now and then. Li Yu is now a senior and is quite busy, so he doesn't have time to come to Jinling. He can only go to Shanghai more often.
As for Mr. Zhang, entertaining friends today is both a private matter and a business matter, and here is Huang Weiruo, a teacher from China National Opera.
Zhang Xian wanted to invite Huang Weiruo to Jinyi Lai, but he couldn't figure out Huang Weiruo's thoughts, so he just held a banquet alone without bringing Yu Dong and others.
In fact, Yu Dong was not very optimistic about this matter. The fundamental reason why Zhang Xian came to Jinyi at that time was that he was still young. By joining Jinyi, he could not only get a high position, but also step by step build a department around his own teaching philosophy.
Huang Weiruo is different. Huang Weiruo is already in his early fifties this year and has been working in the Central Television for several years. It is not easy for him to come over from the Central Theater. Moreover, he is also inferior to Zhang Xian when he comes, and Jin Yi is not the same.
Maybe promise him more.
Jinyi has been very popular in the past two years, especially the drama creation major. Although it has only been opened for a few years, it has already produced many excellent works. Moreover, the development of Jinyi drama creation is foreseeable, because Jinyi is backed by
Deep Space Corporation.
But even so, Jin Yi's appeal to these teachers is still not as good as that of China Opera.
But whether it can be done, Zhang Xian must also give it a try, maybe it will be done?
At this moment, Yu Hua took out two bottles of Maotai from the cabinet and placed them on the table with a loud bang.
Everyone was surprised when they saw that he actually took out two bottles of Maotai. Bi Feiyu joked: "Why, have you made a fortune? You can't survive after drinking such good wine?"
"Not to mention, I really made a fortune." Yu Hua smiled and opened the wine bottle, "Didn't Yu Dong say that the sales volume of "Alive" was very high last time? I didn't believe it at the time and thought he was deceiving the reporters. Today
Yuliang told me that the manuscript fee has been charged recently. I was shocked when I heard the number. Damn it, I have never seen so much money in my life."
It could be seen that Yu Hua was indeed very happy, and he uttered two swear words in a row.
Due to various reasons, it takes time to settle the works of Yu Hua and others abroad, so Deep Space has not settled them for a long time.
During that time, "The Story of Xu Sanguan Selling Blood" was published in some countries, and "To Live" sold very well, so the royalties paid to Yu Huajie this time were very large, amounting to several million yuan.
For Dong, a few million yuan is certainly not much, but for a poor writer like Yu Hua who is used to hardship, it is already an astronomical figure.
Although his life has become much better after signing the contract with Deep Space, this is the first time he has received so much money at once.
In fact, Bi Feiyu and Mo Yan also paid royalties this time. Although not as much as Yu Hua, they were definitely quite substantial. However, compared to Yu Hua, the two of them behaved much more low-key.
Seeing that Yu Hua was so happy, Yu Dong smiled and joked: "Making money is making money, and you can't be constipated when it comes to creation. You can't just rely on "Alive" to survive in the future."
Yu Hua smiled and said: "It's not difficult to live by "Xu Sanguan Sells Blood" now."
Yu Dong was actually just joking. He was not worried that Yu Hua would become lazy in creation because he made money - because even if he didn't make money, he was not diligent in creation.
Before "Alive" made him any money, he, Yu Hua, was the poorest among them, and he was Yu Hua, the laziest.
Since I have never been diligent, how can I say I have become lazy?
…
Halfway through the drink, Bi Feiyu suddenly mentioned something else, "Should we go to this year's Saint-Malo International Literary Festival? Wang Shuo asked us about this a few days ago when he was here."
"Did he also receive the invitation?"
Mo Yan nodded: "Yes, I got it. Listen to what he wants. If we go, he will go. If we don't go, he will forget it."
"I probably want to play cards with you."
"If he doesn't play cards, what else can he do for a living? In the two days you were away, he lost a lot and wanted to make some money back."
Mo Yan shook his head and smiled: "If you play this card with us, you won't win or lose much. His current situation is not about a few hundred dollars."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I know." Yu Hua nodded and stopped teasing Wang Shuo.
In fact, they already know about Wang Shuo. Although Deep Space paid him a copyright fee last time to relieve his urgent need, the foreign debt has still not been settled. He now has a bunch of creditors looking for him in China.
When we chatted last time, he also said that he was going to the United States to stay for a few days. He said he was going to have fun, but actually he was going to avoid debt.
Wang Shuo's debt is not small, but for a great writer like him, it is not too much.
If Wang Shuo can be ruthless and stop spending money for a period of time, he can still receive a lot of royalties and copyright fees from his books, which will definitely cover his own debts.
Yu Dong didn't talk much about Wang Shuo, and brought the topic back to the Saint-Malo International Literary Festival: "It's not March yet, and there are still two or three months before the Literary Festival, so who can make a decision.
But I think that if Feiyu and I don’t have time to go, you guys can go over and it’s enough to have a game of cards.”
Yu Hua rolled his eyes, "You really think we're just here to play cards, mainly because it's not interesting for just the few of us. By the way, have you started writing your book? When will you finish it?"
"Which book?"
"Which other book could it be, other than the one about semiotics?"
"Oh, that one, it's almost here."
"Almost finished?"
"Let's start writing the text soon."
"Hey." Yu Hua waved his hand towards Yu Dong, "Why are you getting slower and slower now?"
"Isn't that because those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black?"
"What's the meaning?"
"What do you mean?" Bi Feiyu chuckled: "He is scolding some of us for being inefficient, especially you Yu Hua. You can't hold back a book for several years. How dare you say that Yu Yuanwai is slow? He just uses his feet.
I can write faster than you, but you still use a computer to write the book."
Mo Yan nodded and looked at Yu Hua: "Yes, Yu Hua, you are a complete disgrace to modern technology. You said you can't write anything. Why do you have to buy a computer? Isn't it a waste of money?"
Yu Hua rolled his eyes and picked up the wine glass, "Drink, drink, why are you talking so much nonsense?"
…
Two bottles of Moutai, four men drank one and a half bottles, Fu Jing and Chen Hong drank half a bottle combined.
After drinking more than three ounces of wine, Yu Dong felt pretty good, not even drunk.
After returning home, he looked at the books that were not packed up, then sat down and read them one by one.
Cheng Yanqiu didn't come to help either. She had been out during this period and had not done any lesson preparation. Starting tomorrow, her new semester classes will begin, so she must hurry up and prepare lessons tonight.
The couple was inside and outside, no one bothered the other, they were each doing their own thing.
What surprised Yu Dong was that among the remaining more than a hundred books, Mr. Chang's handwriting was found in more than a dozen books, and many of them were very useful.
He even found in "Letter from an Unknown Woman" Mr. Chang's account of the woman who had previously given him "Fortress Besieged". It turned out that Mr. Chang didn't even know who the person who gave him this book was.
At first, Mr. Chang received "Fortress Besieged" and felt a little secretly happy when he saw the words behind it. Although he loved his wife deeply, being able to be appreciated by the opposite sex made him feel his own charm.
He even thought about who would give him this book, but he couldn't figure it out. In the end, Mr. Chang laughed at himself, since he was destined to live up to her love, why bother to look for her.
Yu Dong put aside the more than twenty books he had written on, and put away all the other books. Then he sat on the sofa and copied Mr. Chang's handwriting word by word.
After writing, he would write the time, number and corresponding book on each manuscript.
Chapter completed!