Chapter 120: Zhou Huimin (4 updates to celebrate the New Year)

Qi Kexiu entered with full expectation and took a look. Hey, guess what?

Only one stick bone was left, eaten so clean and smooth!

He, a dignified primary school teacher, a former Yanjing master, could he do that kind of sucking bones!

Disgraceful!

Qi Kexiu wanted to turn around and leave, but he had already thrown himself into the net. How could Wei Jiefang bear to let him leave.

"Kexiu, I really regret it, not learning cultural knowledge like you." Lao Lao Lao Wei suddenly sighed with self-reproach.

Oh, realized self-reflection, realized his nouveau riche essence?

Qi Kexiu sat down steadily, "Brother, not late, not late. Although you went to junior high school in a muddle, at least it counts as a high primary school level, far from being illiterate."

Lao Lao Lao Wei picked up a bottle of loose white liquor and filled it for Qi Kexiu, "Drink a bit with brother."

Qi Kexiu searched around and didn't see other good wine, so he had to make do with it.

Lao Lao Lao Wei said again, "Other subjects like math and Chinese I'm still okay, barely enough, but this English, I don't understand it at all. Do you understand?"

Qi Kexiu, "Nod yes, shake no, come is e, go is go, very simple. We have seen foreigners in Yanjing, went up and chatted, chatted them dizzy. What, you have seen foreigners in Yanjing too?"

Wei Jiefang, "That's not it. I'm just afraid that in the future our family Little Ming will find a foreign daughter-in-law. If I had your English level, it would be good."

Qi Kexiu's drinking action paused, the corners of his mouth pulled slightly, "Brother, overthinking."

Lao Lao Lao Wei, "Ah? I thought too much?"

"Too much! Our family Little Ming is indeed quite excellent. Among the young people in ten miles and eight villages, he is the most handsome, and he can write. Even in Yanjing, he counts as a figure. But how developed is the foreign country? All living in high-rise buildings, can they look at us? Oh, if you want to say African foreign girls, that's another matter. Anyway, I don't look at them, give them to me and I don't want them."

Lao Lao Lao Wei, "It's not African, it's British."

Qi Kexiu was a bit confused, "What stuff is British?"

His wife Fan Chunhua hadn't left yet, sighing on the side, "Our family Little Ming had a British partner. You say how capable he is!"

Qi Kexiu felt a chill in his heart. Good you, Wei Gou Dan, it turns out you were waiting for me here. Is he capable or is his capital big!

And since Lao Lao Lao Wei dared to say it, it is estimated that it is really the case. It's just that I don't know if it's a British bald-headed buck-toothed fat woman.

Qi Kexiu tried hard to maintain his demeanor on the verge of collapse, not letting Lao Lao Lao Wei succeed, "That's good. Bring her back another day to let us open our eyes. Chunhua hasn't seen a foreigner yet."

Lao Lao Lao Wei sighed, "Can't bring her back. She graduated, and she has already returned to the UK at this moment. The two of them just broke up like this."

Oh, broke up, huh!

Qi Kexiu breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled and waved his hand, "This kind of thing, originally it is also very difficult to last long. These foreigners might just be playing around, they are very casual."

Lao Lao Lao Wei said again, "That's right, you say break up then break up. She even gave my son a watch, saying it's a famous Swiss watch, worth...... Shufen, how much did you say it was worth?"

Xu Shufen, who was organizing and classifying the luggage, replied from the inner room, "Said it was worth more than ten thousand."

"Right, more than ten thousand. When it's dark, it can even glow, like a gem!"

Fan Chunhua didn't even notice her husband's iron-blue face, exclaiming, "Good guy, our commune hasn't had a ten-thousand-yuan household yet, one watch is worth so much. You say, is she still not giving up on our family Little Ming?"

Wei Jiefang nodded, "She was the one who took the initiative to chase Little Ming. I'm just afraid she will come back in two years, so I want to learn foreign languages quickly. In the future, I will learn from Kexiu. He knows a lot. By the way, do you see if this watch is worth more than ten thousand?"

Lao Lao Lao Wei took out another photo. The photo was their family of three eating in a restaurant, just able to see the unique watch on Wei Ming's wrist.

What a vicious, smooth little combo!

Qi Kexiu just glanced at it, perfunctorily, "Can't tell, don't understand that watch thing."

Lao Lao Lao Wei, "Then did you see that this is at Old Mo?"

"Old Mo?!" Qi Kexiu hurriedly looked at it several times. This, this is the legendary Old Mo!

Wei Jiefang, "I just mentioned it, Little Ming insisted on taking us two to eat this Soviet food, and it's nothing interesting, and it's expensive. However, that vodka is quite strong, like the real thing. I even brought a bottle back. Call Old Secretary another day, let's taste it."

Qi Kexiu stood up abruptly, but because he drank two cups of wine, he was still a bit shaky.

"Xiu, what's wrong? Chunhua, hurry up and support him."

Qi Kexiu pushed Fan Chunhua away, "It's okay, I just remembered that the homework in the class hasn't been graded yet, I'll go first."

Seeing Qi Kexiu leave in low spirits, Wei Jiefang was a bit worried. He wouldn't have hit him too hard, would he? He couldn't be discouraged, otherwise who would he play with in the future!

Qi Kexiu: Ridiculous, am I someone who can be easily defeated!

After returning home, Qi Kexiu flipped out a notebook and wrote three big characters on it, "Qi Madman"!

Humph, Wei Jiefang is arrogant because he is successful, isn't it all relying on his son who is a writer.

Now, I also want to be his son! Ptooey ptooey ptooey, I also want to be a writer!

Qi Kexiu patted his head, what kind of inferior broken wine is this, making people's thinking chaotic.

Forget it, write it tomorrow. Today I have already taken the pen name "Qi Madman", and the publication for submission is set as "Story Club".

This has already successfully taken two big steps, surpassing 99% of the people in the world. Very good, sleep!

Waking up from sleep, Wei Ming went to the school journal office to check in the morning and then went to audit classes. He listened seriously, took photos after class, and even really chatted with the professor to prepare to write a manuscript.

It doesn't matter if Yang Hao and the others mess around. He wants to write better, doesn't need to be long, but doesn't mess around.

At noon, Wei Ming took away a batch of his letters at the South Gate, and when he saw that one of the senders was "Zhu Lin", he opened it the first time.

Zhu Lin mentioned in the letter that she was about to join the group as an actress.

"Little Wei brother, when you receive this letter, I might have already stepped on the train to Yunnan, and I can't even spend the New Year at home. For this matter, my parents and partner blame me for being willful, but I think the opportunity is rare. I am usually so obedient, following everyone, what's wrong with being willful once in a while? Maybe I won't have the possibility of contacting filming in the future. I once missed a movie called 'Haixia', this time I don't want to miss it."

"By the way, I came to find you to buy tapes a few days ago, but you weren't there. I saw your mother, she is so young, I think I should call her sister, hahaha. Wait until I come back from Yunnan to find you, or invite you and Qiao Feng, Mu Rong to drink wedding wine when I get married."

The two words "get married" seemed to be written very hard. Wei Ming smiled lightly. Suddenly mentioning this seemed very abrupt, sister.

Could it be that she knew he had a partner, so she deliberately declared her status as about to be married?

After reading the letter, Liu Rulong pushed the door in as casually as entering his own dormitory.

"A Ming, when are we setting off?" He asked.

Wei Ming mentioned the matter of publishing a book, and he couldn't wait, wanting to go to "Children's Literature" today.

Wei Ming said, "A Long, can you help me find out where your school teacher Ma Jingwu is filming in Yunnan?"

Liu Rulong, "Ah, why are you asking about this?"

"Don't ask about this."

Liu Rulong scratched his head, "Alright then, Teacher Ma's wife, Teacher Li, is still at school. I'll think of a way."

Just as they were about to leave, A Biao and A Mei returned.

They said one thing, "The winter vacation duty schedule is out, we two have to spend the New Year at school."

Wei Ming asked, "Will there be New Year subsidies?"

Mei Wenhua, "Subsidy an egg."

Zhao Debiao, "What he means is, breakfast might add an egg at that time, nothing else."

Mei Wenhua, "The benefit is that we can have winter vacation early, and we can have a long vacation in two days."

Biaozi, "Brother Ming, I can't bear to leave you, but Peking University is too far from home, it is estimated that we will meet after the New Year."

Wei Ming patted the two on the shoulders, "When it's meal time, you go to the Long March Canteen to occupy a seat. If Brother Feng is there, call him too. When we come back, let's eat together."

After hearing this, the two felt much better, and a bit embarrassed, even asking Wei Ming if there was anything that needed to be copied, without manuscript fees.

"No more, no more, let's go, let's go."

Wei Ming and A Long rode for an hour and a half to the editorial department of "Children's Literature" located at 21, 12th Lane, Dongsi North.

However, in fact, the leader of this publication is the "China Children's Publishing House", directly under the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League, the only national-level professional children's book publishing house in China.

Note that the name must be complete. If "China" is missing, it is "Children's Publishing House", which is another very strong children's book publishing house in Shanghai. So besides the people from "Children's Literature", there was also an editor from the publishing house to connect with them.

This meeting mainly determined the income issues of the two.

For Liu Rulong, the original 28 illustrations, and then 12 new pictures, which fragments to draw are specified by people, a total of 40 pictures, black and white, 10 yuan per picture, 400 yuan cleared in one go.

Liu Rulong swallowed his saliva, Mom, I'm rich!

Wei Ming thought that with 40 illustrations, this book probably won't be cheap, and the publishing house won't earn little.

As for Wei Ming, a total of 38,000 words of main text, he will write a preface, making up 40,000 words, 10 yuan per thousand words, a total of 400 yuan of basic manuscript fee.

In addition!

In addition, it is the printing manuscript fee. For every 10,000 copies printed, Wei Ming can get 2% of the basic manuscript fee.

That is to say, if this book printed 500,000 copies, then he can also get another 400 yuan.

This cannot be compared with royalties, but it is already a huge progress compared to last year.

Coincidentally, the number of copies printed for the first time set by the China Children's Publishing House is 500,000 copies, so Wei Ming can take away 800 yuan at once!

If there is a reprint later, there is no need to pay the basic manuscript fee again, just give the reprint manuscript fee directly.

!

Lu Xiaoyan said, "Little Ming, do you want to find someone to write a preface for you? The manuscript fee for the preface is also borne by the publishing house."

Wei Ming smiled, "I'm a bit greedy, can I have two?"

"Oh, who are you looking for to write? Do you know any seniors?" Auntie Xiaoyan asked.

"One is Professor Qu Yude from Peking University. She helped me a lot when writing this novel. And there is......" Wei Ming looked at Editor-in-Chief Jin, "And trouble Editor-in-Chief Jin. I grew up watching your works."

The old gentleman Jin Jin, who was about to step down, laughed after hearing this, "Don't dislike that the old man's writing is outdated. However, there is also your own preface. There are too many prefaces. I will do the postscript."

The postscript is placed at the back.

Wei Ming bowed his hands, "Old Jin has high character!"

So the matter was settled. Afterwards, Old Jin chatted with Wei Ming for a while about the new novel "Jumanji" with novel content, also full of praise, directly calling the younger generation formidable.

A Long, "Ah, you have new works again?"

Wei Ming patted his forehead, "Editor Lu, can I take the manuscript back and let A Long read it first? Still have to count on him to draw illustrations."

"Alright then, remember to send it back quickly."

On the way back, Wei Ming said, "Don't read novels while riding."

"No, this novel of yours is too awesome!" A Long rode the bike with one hand and read the novel with the other, "Alright, read it when we get to the canteen."

When they arrived at the Long March Canteen, it was already meal time. A Biao and A Mei waited for more than half an hour, "Brother Feng went to the city to see his sister-in-law, just the four of us."

"You guys look at it, A Long and I will talk about the illustration style of the new novel."

After the dishes were served and a few cups of wine went down, Mei Wenhua suddenly became enthusiastic with A Long, "A Long, you are from Guangzhou, tell me, are people there very good at doing business?"

Liu Rulong, "Right, after all, it was a trading port before, there is a lot of trade, everyone's mind is active."

Zhao Debiao, "Is it full of gold there, like picking up money?"

Liu Rulong, "It's not that exaggerated, but bringing the hot-selling goods from there to Yanjing, a simple double profit is still there."

Mei Wenhua, "Then will you go back to your hometown for winter vacation?"

"Go back."

Mei Wenhua, "Then if you bring some goods over, wouldn't you be rich?"

A Long smiled foolishly: "I think drawing is more promising."

Mei Wenhua sighed, "You all have skills. Biaozi and I don't have those talents. It's too hard to make money."

Wei Ming's eyes narrowed, "Little Mei, you are not right tonight. Just say what you have to say."

Mei Wenhua and Zhao Debiao looked at each other, he said, "Biaozi and I discussed it. There is still a month before the New Year. We want to go to Guangdong to get some hot-selling goods back to Yanjing to sell."

Biaozi, "Right, we also want to make money!"

Didn't expect them to have this thought. It is estimated that they were stimulated by his luxurious life. Wei Ming said earnestly, "You two are unfamiliar with the place, and the language is different. The risk of going there is very big."

Mei Wenhua patted Liu Rulong on the shoulder, "Who said unfamiliar with the place? Isn't there A Long."

Liu Rulong shook his head, "I don't understand those. Being a translator is fine."

Wei Ming, "Exactly, where to get goods, whether the price has water, he doesn't understand anything. If you call him, that's three sheep, stupid and fat sheep."

Little Mei and Biaozi looked at each other, a bit disappointed.

Liu Rulong said again, "However, my cousin has some relations in Hong Kong. He should be able to help."

"Oh?" The two's eyes lit up.

Wei Ming, "The relation you said your cousin has in Hong Kong wouldn't be your dad, right?"

"No, my cousin has a cousin in Hong Kong, who is a truck driver, transporting goods from Hong Kong to Shenzhen. He really has a way."

Mei Wenhua, "Right, right, right, this is the kind of relation we want!"

Wei Ming asked A Long, "Is this cousin of yours reliable? Won't he pit outsiders?"

A Long, "Pitting will definitely pit. I'll just say they are my brothers, it should be no problem."

Mei Wenhua and Zhao Debiao hurriedly toasted A Long and called "Brother Long!"

Wei Ming sighed and also raised his glass, "Biaozi, bring your tools. Little Mei, be smart. Then I wish you guys get rich."

Having received Wei Ming's support, Mei and Biao were full of confidence.

Even shouted the heroic words of "Go to Guangdong this time, go to Hong Kong next time".

A Long smiled bitterly. He thought of his father. Hong Kong, how could it be so easy to mix.

Hong Kong Island, Central and Western District, a wooden house area on High Street, Western District.

There is a dilapidated wooden house selling daily small department stores, called "Zhouji Department Store".

The daughter who is in the first year of middle school is carrying her schoolbag back from school, the little girl with a bit of baby fat first asked her mother.

"Mommy, is there any letter?"

"No," mother was calculating accounts, and after being interrupted, she said angrily, "Ah Min, go do your homework quickly, don't go out to play, you know?"

"Alright~" She leaned half of her body out and waved in one direction.

(End of this chapter) ===== CHAPTER 121 =====