Chapter 119: Children's Literature Goes Overseas (3 updates, thanks to readers)

When Wei Ming was writing, Yang Hao never disturbed him. When he put down the paper and pen and started to have time to drink tea, Yang Hao handed him a manuscript.

"Writer Wei, do you want to review the manuscript?"

Wei Ming pointed at himself, "Am I qualified to review?"

"You take a look first."

Wei Ming took it and looked. The title was "Warmly Celebrate the Successful Holding of Wei Ming's 'The Herdsman' Literary Seminar!"

He spat out the tea dregs and continued to read. This was a submission from a Chinese department student who was at the scene the whole time, the contributor "Liang Zuo."

Through the humorous writing of his big nephew, Wei Ming finally knew how wonderful Lao Lao Lao Wei's performance was yesterday, it was just that he, as a son, was somewhat ashamed.

But it didn't matter, his ancestral face was thick.

"Quite good, if the editor-in-chief has no opinion, just publish it." Wei Ming handed it back.

Yang Hao smiled, "It's a pity I didn't go to the scene yesterday and couldn't take a photo of Uncle's heroic posture."

Soon, the morning ended. After lunch, Yang Hao didn't want to go back to the office. He asked Wei Ming, "Why don't we go run some news?"

Wei Ming, "You and me? Two photographers?"

Yang Hao, "Since you came, I can not be a photographer. I'll be a writer. Actually, I also graduated from the Chinese department, just a worker-peasant-soldier college student, but I also recognize characters. Let's go?"

"Let's go!"

Wei Ming felt this post was quite good. If you want to sit in the office, you sit in the office. If you want to go out and play, you go out and play.

Yang Hao taught Wei Ming again, "If you want to attend a certain professor's class, you can take a photo after class, and then write a few paragraphs of academic summary, or classroom anecdotes. It doesn't matter if it's adopted or not."

Wei Ming's eyes lit up, "Brother Yang, it still has to be you!"

Yang Hao waved his hand, "Just a trivial experience."

In the afternoon, Yang Hao wanted to go to the library, so they ran there to catch news.

Yang Hao wasn't running blindly either. He knew there was news to catch here today.

Sure enough, in the reception hall of the library, they saw the school's relevant leaders and a group of Japanese. The leader at the head was Vice President Wang Lubin, whom Wei Ming had interacted with before.

These Japanese were people from the Japan Foundation and the Panasonic Corporation delegation, so they could also see several serious reporters coming to follow this matter.

Now is the period of China-Japan friendship, and there are many China-Japan exchanges. Of course, the ultimate goal of superficially friendly exchanges is still trading.

The Chinese side covets their high-tech, and they covet the Chinese market.

In the conference room, the Japanese delegation demonstrated the audiovisual teaching equipment they donated.

Of course, the quantity donated was not many, but Peking University's professors felt it was really good after using and operating it, which could make teaching more intuitive and convenient for students to understand some difficult problems.

What if the instruments are not enough? Can only spend money to buy. A small marketing trick used to death in later generations.

Finally, the Peking University Academic Committee held a meeting and decided to choose 16 types to buy from these instruments and equipment, involving a total amount of 2 million US dollars.

Wei Ming whispered to Yang Hao, "Our Peking University is still rich!"

2 million US dollars used to build houses could build hundreds or thousands of sets, right? Of course, from the perspective of the school's overall situation, the importance of updating teaching instruments and equipment and improving teaching quality is definitely above building houses.

Yang Hao, "Say rich and rich, say poor and poor. This 2 million was also taken out by gritting teeth. Didn't you see how serious Vice President Wang's expression was?"

Wei Ming, "Saw it, I even captured his expression of heartache when he heard the total price of 2 million US dollars."

Used his own camera, the film was provided by the school journal.

Yang Hao blinked at Wei Ming.

Wei Ming, "Ah, can't it be adopted?"

Yang Hao was happy, "Then I'll hand it in and try, see if the editor-in-chief passes it."

On the first day of work at the new post, Wei Ming's day was quite fulfilling. Not only did he fish and write more than 2,000 words of novels, but he also learned many office fishing tips and participated in news reporting for the first time.

When he got off work and returned to the South Gate post, Auntie Xiaoyan was waiting for him with Xile.

Seeing the magazine in her hand, Wei Ming knew that the January issue of "Children's Literature" had been released. Sending the magazine also meant sending the manuscript fee.

"This time we directly printed 500,000 copies for the first time, breaking the record again, but it shouldn't be hard to sell," Lu Xiaoyan said proudly, proud of her magazine, and even more proud of her nephew Wei Ming.

She even urged Wei Ming to open the manuscript fee slip and see.

Wei Ming opened it and looked. Good guy, it actually gave him a manuscript fee calculated at 10 yuan per thousand words!

In the end, this manuscript of more than 10,000 words brought him 130 yuan.

Although the manuscript fee standard started to rise this year, Wei Ming was also considered a popular author in the children's literature circle, but not a senior one. He thought it would be 9 per thousand words.

Lu Xiaoyan smiled, "Relying on this 'Heavenly Book Legend', our year-end benefits should be very generous, so we raised your treatment a bit. There are two other things."

The first is of course to continue to solicit manuscripts. Wei Ming had already formed a certain brand and was one of the most popular fairy tale writers at the moment.

However, the children's literature Wei Ming wrote recently was only "Jumanji," and he had no time to write anything else for the time being.

Wei Ming asked her to wait a moment, he went back to the dormitory to take Biaozi's handwritten version.

Because he wanted to date Yanzi, Biaozi's expenses were relatively large recently. This time he snatched Mei Wenhua's work, it was just that the handwriting was a bit unbearable, and Wei Ming also crossed out and modified some content, making it a story that looked more like a Chinese background.

Lu Xiaoyan was very disgusted and asked, "What about your original manuscript?" Wei Ming, "Gave it to Melinda."

"Ah?"

Wei Ming, "I asked her to help me translate it, to see if it can be published abroad."

"Ah!"

Lu Xiaoyan's eyes suddenly shone brightly. Now there was no children's literature writer in the country who could make a name for themselves abroad.

Of course, there were some Chinese children's literature works translated into foreign languages, but they were basically relatively old. As for sales, can only say that being able to go out is success.

And they were basically influential in the country, and then translated and went overseas by official promotion. Like Wei Ming's way of playing, it was really rare.

It seems that having a foreign girlfriend also has benefits. It is estimated that Little Ming didn't learn less English.

"Then I have to take a good look later!" Lu Xiaoyan's interest increased sharply.

The second thing, she said, "You and your classmate A Long have time to come to our agency, discuss the matter of publishing a book, it will involve some manuscript fee matters."

!

Wei Ming's eyes also lit up. Returning for almost half a year, finally going to publish a book!

After returning home, Lu Xiaoyan let Director Wei cook. She reviewed the manuscript first, and found after reading that although this novel was created with children as the protagonists, it seemed to have some thriller and adventure elements, especially when the bats appeared in the first crisis, the two little protagonists and she were both startled.

And then she was deeply fascinated. Whatever was on the grid jumped out, but you couldn't not play. If you were cowardly, you would be swallowed by the game, so you must move forward bravely and have wisdom. This was too interesting!

This was something she had never seen in Chinese children's literature works before!

Wei Ping'an brought the plate out, "Why, Little Ming wrote another shocking masterpiece?"

Lu Xiaoyan, "You take a look, I think adults should also like this story, maybe foreign readers will also like it."

"Oh?"

These two couples were reading novels, while the other couple had returned to Dog Village after a day of running around.

Pushing the door open, seeing that the pigs and chickens were still alive, and the sewing machine wasn't lost, then they heard Fan Chunhua coming from outside the courtyard, she called her cousin's name directly, "Wei Jiefang!"

Fan Chunhua also brought her son Qi Delong, aggressively.

Lao Lao Lao Wei directly took out a small bag of crispy candies brought from Yanjing and handed it over, "Brought for you, take it."

Fan Chunhua, the fierce woman famous in ten miles and eight villages, immediately became docile, "Brother, sister-in-law, are you tired? I'll help you carry the luggage. Oh my, why is it so heavy!"

Wei Jiefang, "It's all New Year's goods bought by your big nephew. Chunhua, we are a bit late to start the fire. You haven't eaten over there, right? Why don't we go over and deal with a meal."

Fan Chunhua said, "Oh my, we have already eaten."

Wei Jiefang, "That's not coincidental. Shufen, start the fire, let's deal with it simply."

Qi Delong was eating delicious crispy candies, suddenly sniffed his nose, "What's the smell?"

Wei Jiefang laughed and took out another bag of things, "Bought in the capital, braised pork elbow, seems to be an old brand, but it's already cold, need to heat it, it's more fragrant when heated. Shufen, give it."

Qi Delong immediately swallowed his saliva. Although he had eaten, it didn't mean he was full!

Fan Chunhua hurriedly sat at the stove, "Sister-in-law, you rest, I'll help you burn the fire."

Wei Jiefang was very satisfied with her performance, "Wait a while, you also sit down and eat a few bites, and by the way, listen to your big nephew's lost love."

"Ah?" Fan Chunhua was startled, "What stuff? Who died?"

Qi Kexiu had finished eating and was waiting for Fan Chunhua to burn foot-washing water for him, but she had been out for a long time and hadn't returned, and even her son was gone.

Before leaving, what did she say? Oh, Wei Jiefang returned from the capital, she went over to settle accounts with him.

Don't say she is illiterate, what a big account, calculating for so long.

Qi Kexiu was a bit anxious waiting, so he got up and went out, preparing to call her back to burn water.

However, he stopped at the door of the Wei family. According to past experience, Wei Jiefang returned from the capital, definitely wanting to brag about what good things he ate in the capital, brag about how capable his son was, and then shame him.

Humph, I won't fall into his trap.

So he shouted directly at the door, "Chunhua, how late is it, go home!"

Wei Jiefang really invited, "Kexiu, come in and sit."

"Not sitting, there are things at home. Fan Chunhua, Qi Delong, hurry up, if you don't come back, I'll lock the door!"

The two came out reluctantly, Qi Delong's little mouth was still oily.

Qi Kexiu snorted, "What good things did you eat."

Qi Delong held up his oily thumb, "Braised pork elbow, Tianfu brand, hey, that's called authentic!"

Qi Kexiu, who was walking out, suddenly changed direction, "Brother, you are too enthusiastic, then I will come in and sit~"

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