Chapter 118: Wang Xingang, New Work (Guaranteed 2 updates, seeking monthly votes)

Biaozi was having a very hard time now.

It wasn't because Wei Ming came back to live here. Brother Ming coming back, he was too happy to be happy.

But today two beautiful big sisters came to find Brother Ming, and he didn't see a single one, while this kid Mei Wenhua saw them all and even praised them to the skies.

Wei Ming plugged in Melinda's radio, turned down the volume, and started listening to the broadcast.

"Biaozi, don't be sad, you'll be able to see them sooner or later." Wei Ming smiled.

Biaozi hurriedly asked, "They are still coming to find you!"

Wei Ming shook his head, "You will see them in the cinema."

"Why?"

Brother Feng said, "I know Zhu Lin. She was chosen by a movie and is going to act in a movie."

Wei Ming added, "The other sister was recommended by me to play the female lead in 'The Herdsman'. She said she came to find me to express her thanks, so it's eight or nine out of ten that the matter is done."

Mei Wenhua said excitedly, "You actually know two future movie stars!"

Wei Ming was happy, "They should be excited that they know me."

Biaozi nodded, "That's right, knowing Brother Ming is their honor!"

Wei Ming took a deep breath: This is the taste, back, all back!

After the lights were turned off and the radio was turned off, everyone still didn't want to sleep. Wei Ming hadn't spent the night here for more than a month, and everyone missed him so much that they wished they could crawl into the same quilt with him.

Although they could meet usually, how could talking during the day be as heart-to-heart as when lying on the bed naked.

Biaozi said, "Brother Ming, let us see the watch Sister-in-law Melinda left you again."

Wei Ming raised his arm, and a little fluorescent light immediately flashed in the darkness. Several people immediately praised, "This foreign technology is really powerful!"

Mei Wenhua said again, "Sister-in-law Melinda's luminous watch is much more expensive than your Shanghai brand."

Biaozi, "What do you know? Feelings are priceless and cannot be measured by money."

Wei Ming, "That's right, but this watch is really not cheap. I couldn't afford it even after writing novels for half a year."

Several people were hit hard again. You can even afford a motorcycle, but you can't afford a watch. Sure enough, a poor foreigner is still a foreigner. Even a broken ship has three pounds of nails.

Now Mei Wenhua and Zhao Debiao felt the importance of money more and more. Like their salary of 18.5 yuan per month now, it wasn't enough for their own expenses, and they had to take money from their parents every month.

Mei Wenhua remembered the tape matter and asked Wei Ming, "Brother Ming, is the tape you sell very profitable?"

Wei Ming denied it flatly, "How could it be? I didn't make money. I sold them at cost price, all for the sake of Sister-in-law Mu Rong."

Northern Qiao Feng: Ah, yes, yes, yes.

Immediately, Wei Ming said again, "However, if you sell tapes privately, it is indeed very profitable."

Like domestic blank tapes, they cost two yuan or so. Music tapes imported from Hong Kong can be as cheap as three yuan or so, but in Yanjing, a tape can be sold for six or seven yuan. There is almost half the profit in this.

Zhao Debiao worried, "Is that compliant?"

"It's not compliant," Wei Ming said directly, "The money earned is non-compliant money."

Now only selling tapes in regular audiovisual stores is a legal channel. Everything else is illegal, but people sell Hong Kong and Taiwan tapes, and you don't have legal channels.

In this era of wild growth, small vendors like this who fight guerrilla warfare can already be considered the cleanest money earned. Isn't it more upright than that group of people who approve strips?

"It's not just tapes. Go around the south, like electronic watches, toad sunglasses, and fashionable clothes. Bringing these back to sell all belong to the gray area, but the profit is very, very high." Wei Ming said again.

"Toad sunglasses, is it the kind of sunglasses in 'The Man from Atlantis'?" Biaozi asked excitedly.

Wei Ming, "Right, right, right, just that one. Look, before this show finishes airing, these toad sunglasses will become popular."

Mei Wenhua asked a question with intention, "Then where can you get these goods?"

Wei Ming thought about it, "Shenzhen, right? The development there is quite fast. Didn't you guys watch the news? Now Shenzhen sold a piece of land to Hong Kong businessmen to build buildings. It is commercial housing that anyone can buy."

Northern Qiao Feng, "I saw it too. Southern cadres are still daring to think and dare to act."

Wei Ming hoped that this wind could blow to Yanjing as soon as possible.

Two men and two boys didn't know how long they chatted. Anyway, Wei Ming was the first to wake up the next day. The sky was just bright, and it was straight.

He was going to see his parents off.

Ping'an Uncle was also there. They sent the two to the bus stop. When they came, they were lightly equipped, but when they went back, they had to carry heavy loads, and they really bought a lot of things.

Ping'an Uncle also sent a lot of things, which were learning materials for Wei Hong through his channels, both for the first and second year of high school.

"Alright, go back. Ping'an, if you can come back for the New Year, come back too. My old aunt must also want to talk to you."

Didn't come back for the past two years because the children were young, his career was in the rising period, and the house at home was almost uninhabitable. Wei Ping'an indicated that he would definitely come back this year.

Wei Jiefang took it all on himself, "Alright then, when I go back, I'll clean up the room for you. Let's go."

Watching the bus drive away, Wei Ping'an turned to look at Wei Ming, "What exactly happened when your dad and mom came to the capital this time? It couldn't be that they suddenly missed you, right?"

He was indeed still thinking about this matter.

Wei Ming didn't want to hide it from him, "Sigh, actually, it's just that my dad is timid. He received a letter sent from Hong Kong and was worried it was written by the big uncle on the other side, so he specially came to find me to discuss it. My dad also repeatedly told me not to let you know. You are a person with a rank after all, and getting involved with that side is not good for your career, so you just pretend not to know. I'll handle it."

"So that's what it was." Wei Ping'an nodded. Although that person was a layer further away from him, his identity was indeed sensitive. Because of this, it took quite a lot of trouble for him to go to Peking University back then.

"Then how did you handle it?" Wei Ping'an asked again.

Wei Ming, "The other side didn't reveal their identity, so I'll just reply with a letter, talking about the situation at home, and deal with it as it comes."

Wei Ping'an nodded, "It's better to be like this for now. It's good that the letter is from Hong Kong, it's not too sensitive."

Next, he encouraged Wei Ming to work hard at his new post, "Actually, I wanted to transfer you to the library. It's more convenient for you to write and review there, but two newcomers were just transferred there. Let's wait until next year. This new post is just to let you transition." After Uncle Ping'an left, Wei Ming went to the small shop to make a call.

Called Gong Xue of the General Political Drama Troupe, not knowing if she was still there.

Fortunately, after waiting for a while, Gong Xue ran over to answer the phone.

"Hello, who is this?"

"I'm Wei Ming, heard you came to find me yesterday."

Hearing his voice, Gong Xue's spirit was lifted, "Yes, but it's a pity you weren't there."

"Hmm, I went to the Capital Airport."

She only knew Wei Ming went to send a partner, but didn't know it was to the airport to send her off.

"Sending a friend? Is it very far?"

Wei Ming, "Yes, very, very far, the UK."

"Ah!" Could it be that Ma Xiaowei's partner went to study abroad?

Wei Ming said again, "After this parting, I don't know if we can meet again in this life."

!

Hearing the sorrow in Wei Ming's words, Gong Xue really wanted to comfort him. She asked, "Is it a very important friend?"

Wei Ming, "Hmm, a girl. We were together before. She was a student from the UK."

"Ah!"

Gong Xue was shocked again, two shocks.

She thought it was a Peking University student going to study in the UK, didn't expect it to be a British student studying at Peking University!

Ma Xiaowei, you have something!

"Ma Xiaowei, don't be sad, maybe she will come back to find you." Saying this, Gong Xue herself didn't believe it.

"I'm fine, after all, I was mentally prepared long ago."

"Hmm, that's good. By the way, tell you something happy about me. Director Xie Jin confirmed that I will act in 'The Herdsman'. I still have to thank you for recommending me for this matter!"

Next, she told Wei Ming how many people Director Xie Jin found to borrow her from the General Political Drama Troupe, and only then did this matter succeed.

"After the Spring Festival, I have to go to the rural areas in the northwest to experience life. It might take a few more months before I can officially film my part."

"You've been sent down for so many years, still need to experience it?"

"Jiangxi and the northwest are still different. And I've been in the city for so many years, the feeling on my body is already wrong." Gong Xue's tone was full of excitement.

Although both were going to the countryside, the mood at this time was completely different from when she was a teenager.

Back then it was confused and helpless, now it was longing and eager to try.

Wei Ming smiled, "Then I wish you a hit."

Gong Xue smiled, "I also wish myself a hit. If I become a hit, it means the movie is successful, and you, the original author, have the greatest credit."

Contacted Gong Xue, but couldn't contact Zhu Lin. She had already left her unit, perhaps having to wait until she returned from the Daxinan after filming before there was a chance to meet again.

These two people, one in the Great Northwest, one in the Daxinan, both ran quite far. In the future, there would be no beautiful sisters inviting him to dinner in the city.

Immediately, Wei Ming went to the canteen to eat a meal, and then went to his new post.

"Writer Wei, why did you visit our school journal office?" Photographer Yang Hao was a bit surprised to see Wei Ming.

Wei Ming smiled, "I came to join the school journal office. Brother Yang, please take care of me."

Yang Hao, "Ah?"

At this time, Deputy Editor-in-Chief Zhou Junfeng, who was responsible for specific affairs, walked out and enthusiastically shook Wei Ming's hand, "Writer Wei, welcome, welcome. My humble name is Zhou Junfeng, just call me Old Zhou."

Afterwards, Old Zhou introduced the history of their "Peking University School Journal" to him.

The history was indeed long, originating in 1917, already with 60 years of history, changing names many times in the middle, sometimes a daily newspaper, sometimes a weekly newspaper.

Now it is a weekly newspaper, with four pages, published once a week, and the work is relatively easy.

Each issue of the school journal has columns such as important news, comprehensive news, academic, and supplement, including school news and social news. Sometimes it even has to run for location shooting, but most social news can be reprinted.

"Come, this is the office desk cleared for you, next to Haozi."

Wei Ming: In the end, I still sat in the office.

Yang Hao smiled, "Writer Wei, you really came to the school journal. Then there will be someone to do the work of writing manuscripts!"

Wei Ming shook his camera, "I joined as a photographer."

Writing news manuscripts, that's only a few pennies, I'm too expensive.

At first, Old Zhou didn't arrange work for Wei Ming, just letting him familiarize himself with the work environment first and look at past newspapers.

Wei Ming looked at the content of the previous issue that had just been published, mainly reporting on Professor Yang Zhenning's academic report, and also some resolutions of school meetings.

Social news included that our country's scientific workers landed on the Antarctic continent for the first time a while ago, which was another great progress.

After looking for a while, seeing that everyone was relatively free, Yang Hao next to him was reading a novel.

Wei Ming simply took out manuscript paper.

Finished writing "Jumanji," and decided to postpone "Heroes Come from Youth," so let's write that planned novella first.

Had already written about donkeys, cows, ducks, and horses. This time, what Wei Ming wanted to write was—sheep!

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