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(Guaranteed First Chapter—Request Monthly Tickets!)","rising-in-1979-chapter-111",111,"\u003Cp>To buy this donkey meat huoshao, Wei Ming nearly rode all the way out of Yanjing City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He heard there was a vendor selling donkey meat huoshao outside the North Guang College (the predecessor of Communication University), so he set out early in the morning and rode for over two hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, he first ate his fill himself, confirmed it was real donkey meat, then bought both the meat and the flatbread to take back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Hejian donkey fire—the long, rectangular kind; Baoding donkey fire is rarely seen outside Baoding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Donkey meat is fine eaten cold, but the flatbread needs reheating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming borrowed the student cafeteria’s stove using his personal charm, chopped some donkey meat into bits, added a little chopped green pepper, and made two portions for Melinda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is donkey meat? It's truly unique—so fragrant—and the flatbread is wonderfully crisp!\" Melinda enthusiastically praised it, quickly finishing one, then offered to share the second with Wei Ming; they took bites alternately, making the other students eating nearby whistle in admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two rarely acted so openly in public.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Wei Ming’s effort to ride through snow and wind to buy her donkey fire was touching, Melinda didn’t let him touch her that night—she was on her period, and at least that part couldn’t be touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming said it was fine; playing a few rounds of flying chess was just as good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Wei Ming continued writing his novel, but when he encountered Zhao Debiao patrolling on campus, Zhao told him: “That guy from Beijing Film Studio came again yesterday, and they even called the school—couldn’t find you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming didn’t know what action Xie Dao’s team at Shanghai Film Studio had taken, so he called Shanghai Film Studio first and learned that Xie Dao had already arrived in Beijing and would likely show up in the afternoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Wei Ming chose to wait and watch: “Tell Editor Liang, I’m in seclusion writing—once I’m done, I’ll call him back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Dao, being a major director, didn’t go straight to Peking University after arriving in Beijing; instead, he checked into a guesthouse first, then called Peking University to arrange a meeting time and place with Wei Ming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before returning Xie Dao’s call, Wei Ming first called Liang Xiao back to inform him that Xie Dao had come all the way to Yanjing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He came all this way to find me—wouldn’t it be inappropriate if I refused to meet him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Xiao was a decent man; he put himself in Wei Ming’s shoes: “You’re right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming: “If he meets me and begs me, how can I possibly refuse?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’ll be tough,” Liang Xiao said, sweating. Could they really just hand over the script?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, Jiang, the chief editor, gave Liang Xiao a suggestion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inspired, Liang Xiao said: “Wei Writer, how about this—you meet Director Xie at our Beijing Film Studio, and we all discuss together who should direct it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming had thought the same thing—in person, there would be pressure, and competition would spark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll discuss it with Director Xie.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since it was already late, they agreed to meet the next morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Wei Ming told Xie Dao, he paused a moment, then agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Dao understood: good scripts were coveted by everyone; without competition, nothing would be decided. He also called Xu Sangchu, the studio chief, who said: “Don’t damage relations, but you must get the script.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Dao laughed: “Don’t worry—just make sure you have the royalty payment ready.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Dao made two preparations: high royalty, and the female lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Wei Ming rode his bike to the Beijing Film Studio gate to wait for Director Xie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Xiaoqing passed by, curious: Who’s this guy? A new actor? He looked decent and was tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a young newcomer wasn’t worth her lowering her standards; they glanced at each other, then walked past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had barely left when Liang Xiao arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wei Writer, what are you standing there for? Come in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming replied: “I’m waiting for Director Xie.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Xiao: “Then I’ll wait with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, Director Xie arrived by rickshaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After mutual introductions and small talk, Director Xie first praised how surprisingly young Wei Ming was, then shared his thoughts on “The Herdsman”—clearly he’d read it thoroughly and had deep insights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather, Wei Ming’s “The Herdsman” inherently carried Director Xie’s own ideological core—resonance was natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing them chat so well, Liang Xiao felt uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, during the three-way meeting, although Wei Ming smoothly pleased everyone without offending anyone, he clearly favored Director Xie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, Xie Dao’s understanding of the story far surpassed Chen Huai’ai and Xie Tieli, who were preparing to collaborate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Wei Ming indeed chose Xie Dao—Beijing Film Studio lost fairly—but he had three conditions, prerequisites for cooperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, they must shoot “The Herdsman” first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Dao had no objections—Wei Ming clearly didn’t want to wait; the novel’s popularity was at its peak, and men always liked to strike while the iron was hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second, Wei Ming had advisory rights over casting—the director must respect his suggestions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only wanted advisory rights, not final say; Xie Dao agreed—kids always had favorite actors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m also curious about filmmaking—could I join the crew to observe and learn?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was going to suggest it myself,” Xie Dao laughed. “I want you on set—if we need to revise lines, I’ll consult you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screenwriters’ status was indeed high—on film credits, they appeared above the director, and the original author above the screenwriter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next came the details of cooperation; Wei Ming suggested discussing them later at the guesthouse. He told Xie Dao to go ahead—he still needed to maintain ties with Beijing Film Studio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chief Wang, I’m truly sorry this time, but Director Xie got here first. I’ve got ‘Two Oxen’ and ‘The Tale of Two Donkeys’—how about this: when I have time, I’ll adapt them into screenplays and submit them to ‘Film Creation’—you can pick whichever you want to shoot; no one else will compete with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang was generous, laughing: “Alright, it’s a deal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming added: “Is Beijing Film Studio interested in martial arts films? I actually have another good story.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?” Wang Yang was genuinely intrigued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although domestic films were state-purchased and sold, meaning more viewers didn’t benefit the studio directly, Wang Yang had long wanted to break the pattern where good or bad films yielded the same results—he naturally hoped Beijing Film Studio could gain an edge in market competition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So not long after, Beijing Film Studio produced the highly commercial “The Mysterious Buddha,” its script stolen from Shanghai Film Studio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Wang Yang wasn’t opposed, Wei Ming continued: “This is my martial arts story—take a look.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out the original manuscript of “Heroes Rise Young.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The version submitted to “Story Weekly” was retyped by Mei Wenhua, since Wei Ming’s revisions were too messy; he paid her for the calligraphy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yang first expressed confusion: “You write martial arts?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming: “My literary awakening came from those Seven Heroes and Five Rogues comic books.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, that explains it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming added: “Take your time reading—if you think it’s worth trying, I’ll revise it first. I’ve also submitted it to ‘Story Weekly’ for serialization—it’ll be out soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After leaving Beijing Film Studio, Wei Ming hurriedly rode to find Xie Dao—he hadn’t dared ask about the royalty fee in front of so many people, and he didn’t know how much he’d offer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One thousand five hundred yuan!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming nearly shouted aloud—his total savings were barely one thousand six or seven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His assets nearly doubled; his net worth now reached over three thousand yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buy a car—must buy a car!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Dao was pleased with Wei Ming’s stunned expression: “After all, it’s an adaptation of such a famous novel—higher royalty is justified.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, the two began discussing actor choices, especially the soul of the film, Xu Shengfang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming directly suggested the original version’s Lao Mao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Xie, you know ‘Daughters of Xisha,’ right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Dao’s expression turned subtle: “Of course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Director Shui Hua’s “Daughters of Xisha” and his “Ode to Occupation” were both initiated during a special period and involved certain people; once the Gang of Four fell, these projects were abruptly halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Daughters of Xisha” was the most tragic—nearly all filming was done, only a few interior scenes remained, and promotion had already begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Dao recalled: “I remember the female lead was Li Xiuming.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming nodded: “I saw the promotional photos—I was struck by a male supporting actor—he had thick eyebrows and bright eyes, perfectly matching the Chinese ideal of handsome, upright masculinity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, what’s his name? Which unit is he from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming: “I think it’s Zhu Shimao? Not sure if I remember right—you could ask Director Shui Hua.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Dao nodded, noted it down, then said: “For the female lead, I have someone in mind—what do you think of Chen Chong? She’s red-hot right now, but she’ll definitely take my film.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he was the one who brought her into the industry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming spoke honestly: Chen Chong’s acting was certainly adequate, but even though she was young, Wei Ming’s version adjusted the age—her youth was no longer an advantage, and she lacked the gentle purity needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming shook his head: “She’s not a good choice—I have someone else in mind…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Wei Ming introduced the situation of Ms. Gong Ying from the General Political Department Drama Troupe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, his description was detailed; Director Xie asked curiously: “Who is she to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming: “A friend—she’s the person I had in mind while writing Wei Fenfang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he wrote her directly—slightly against the rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Dao smiled: “Then I must visit her tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming checked the time: “Let’s stop here for today—I need to get back to work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’ll notify the chief to send the royalty check as soon as possible,” Xie Dao promised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Ming liked directors who paid promptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Passing the South Gate, Wei Ming saw Qiao Feng and asked: “Brother Feng, do you know where I can buy a motorcycle?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Motorcycle? You’d better ask Master Liu—he might have connections,” Qiao Feng said. “But I want to tell you something else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiao Feng: “About Zhu Lin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So how did you buy a motorcycle in 1980? This kind of information is so hard to find. Does anyone know?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1748,"2026-06-19T16:30:57.111Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6d5da75fc0c75a7529667240f59cb763cc0f867da3c30623b7f0b471ea495b1b","rising-in-1979-chapter-112","rising-in-1979-chapter-110",509,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Frising-in-1979-cover.jpg"]