Chapter 169: Grandfather Is Unreliable, Can Only Rely on Ah Min (Guaranteed 1 update)

Carving seals was also a skill Liu Rulong had practiced since childhood. Wei Lin entrusted him to carve a seal for himself, "Gouzi Wei Lin."

Place name + person's name, this seal expressed the author's nostalgia for his hometown.

In addition to the dedication, Wei Lin also had to carve his first seal on the book. In addition, if it was a big boss who sent a lot of money, Wei Lin would also write the envelope himself.

Since Ah Long came, he also had to stay to help. Seven people worked for more than two hours, plus the many signatures Wei Lin had already written the day before, and finally finished before the Longzheng Canteen closed at nine o'clock.

They ordered a table full of hard dishes there, and there was beer and drinks. At this time, there were no other guests, and everyone had a beautiful meal, talked freely, and was very happy.

Liang Zuo finally felt that the trip was not in vain. Hearing that Wei Lin liked to invite people to dinner, he felt that he could recognize this brother, but not uncle.

Finally, they all got a copy of "Animal Ferocity" signed by Wei Lin. Liang Zuo got two copies, saying he wanted one for his mother.

Because it was already a bit too late, Ah Long stayed in Wei Lin's dormitory tonight. Anyway, there were empty beds now, just with some letters on them.

Taking advantage of this night, Ah Long also showed Wei Lin the martial arts comics of several styles he had drawn recently.

After a month of exploration, Ah Long finally got started.

Wei Lin selected one from them, and then called Biaozi and Xiao Mei over to let them see which one they liked.

Finally, everyone was surprisingly consistent, and they also chose the one Wei Lin favored. In this comic, the character design was more pleasing. When serious, it was very mighty and strong, and when funny, it became a Q version, just like "Slam Dunk."

Ah Long also used some techniques to make the character's fighting movements more powerful, as if a punch and a sword distorted the space, which was very enjoyable to watch and very much to the boys' liking.

Since it was a fighting action comic, it could be appropriately more exaggerated than the original, and grabbing the boy market was the most important thing.

Biaozi was very excited: "Ah Long, draw faster. After it's published, I will definitely buy a set to read!"

Ah Long was even more excited: "Then I will draw according to this style next, and draw the content of one chapter first."

Wei Lin suggested: "There must be classmates in your class who are short of money, right?"

"Let's just say, I used to be the richest man in the class, but now my family has fallen, and I am still the richest man in the class." Ah Long mocked himself. Now there were few people who were not short of money.

Wei Lin laughed: "That's good. It's too inefficient for one person to draw a set of comics. Ah Long, you can start to cultivate your team. Hand over those tedious tasks that take time but are not so important to them, so they can also earn some living expenses."

"Team?" Liu Rulong murmured these two words, feeling that he knew what he should do.

The next day, when the postman came to the South Gate to deliver letters, seeing the mountain of mail and packages, he was dumbfounded. Not to mention that he came by bicycle, even if he came by motorcycle, he couldn't take them away!

Wei Lin laughed: "It doesn't matter, Brother Wang, you can run a few more trips. I'll settle the account first, I still have to go to work."

Originally, this needed to be done at the post office, but Wei Lin, special things special handling.

Postman Brother Wang said: "Okay, let me calculate. Oh, by the way, there is a letter for you, from Hong Kong."

Wei Lin hurriedly took it, feeling it was bulging. His face was happy. The old man is thick-hearted. Is this sending all the royalties back to himself?

He didn't open it on the spot, kept it in his pocket, and held it until noon after work when he returned to the dormitory to open it secretly.

However, after the envelope was opened, there was no Hong Kong dollar pouring out. What was poured out was a thick stack of newspapers—"New Evening Post"!

In the newspaper, Wei Lin saw the serialized "Heroes Come from Youth," but it was only a short 3,000 or 4,000 words, probably only one-tenth of the length.

Then he opened the old man's letter again.

In the letter, Old Ghost indicated that he received a reply from "New Evening Post" soon after submitting the manuscript, indicating that the manuscript had been adopted, and the royalty standard was 50 yuan per thousand words.

That is to say, this medium-length novel of 40,000 words received a royalty of 2,000 Hong Kong dollars in Hong Kong!

If converted into RMB, it was about 700, which was stronger than "Story Club," but not too much stronger.

But if these 2,000 Hong Kong dollars were remitted to Beijing, if Wei Lin didn't exchange for foreign exchange certificates, it was estimated that it could be exchanged for 3,000 or 4,000 RMB on the black market!

However, his dear Grandfather considered his filial piety, so this royalty was left for himself to use.

Seeing the old man praising his good grandson in the letter, Wei Lin was dumbfounded. You old man, at least leave me some. I want to buy a house, buy a car, and marry a wife!

And not necessarily just one~

It seems this old man is unreliable. Still have to rely on Ah Min. Her letter should be coming soon too.

And since "Heroes Come from Youth" had already been published in Hong Kong, Wei Lin felt that he could also go to the Beijing Er Yingchang to chat about the filming.

The next day, Wei Lin asked for leave to prepare to go out, and then ran into Old Master Wu Zuxiang, who threw a small red book to Wei Lin.

"This is?"

"The Writers Association membership card is down."

Wei Lin was immediately happy: "With this thing, will my authority be higher if I go to the Beijing Library to borrow books?" Wu Zuxiang was stunned: "Why, have you finished reading all the collections in the Peking University library?"

"That's not it," Wei Lin explained, "Because of the new novel I want to write, I need to borrow some books from the Republic of China period. Our school is afraid it doesn't have them."

"Books from the Republic of China period," Old Master Wu thought for a while, "The Peking University library has a library room, which has some old Republic of China books that are not open to the public. I can write you a note. If you want to read books, you can go there and flip through them."

"That's great, thank you, Mr. Wu!" Wei Lin was overjoyed.

Wu Zuxiang said again: "There is one more thing. The selection of the National Excellent Short Stories last year has ended. Your 'Spring River Water Warm Duck Prophet' has been selected. It is estimated that "People's Literature" will announce the list next month."

Wei Ming said sheepishly, "I just wrote it casually; I didn't expect it to be selected. It's all thanks to the kind appreciation of the judges."

After being selected, there will be a collection. Wei Lin can earn a small royalty again.

But it was just a mosquito meat. Wei Lin still went to see how much money the Beijing Er Yingchang could give for his script.

Wei Lin rode his motorcycle and came to the Beijing Er Yingchang, which was not far away, with a rumble.

He went directly to Factory Director Wang Yang. He didn't take out the script first, but put the "New Evening Post" on the table.

"This is?"

!

Wei Lin laughed: "This novel of mine was published in Hong Kong's 'New Evening Post,' and the reputation is good. Hong Kong readers like it very much."

The second half was purely Wei Lin's free play, but it really made Factory Director Wang stunned for a moment. He immediately picked it up and looked at it. It was indeed "New Evening Post."

After he put down the newspaper, Wei Lin suggested: "Factory Director Wang, how about we cooperate with Hong Kong leftist film companies this time to make a co-production? I want the film to be better looking, maybe the influence can penetrate surrounding countries and regions."

Wei Lin used political achievements to tempt the old man, but Old Master Wang was also an old revolutionary. He smiled: "Did you think about it long ago? What about the script?"

Only then did Wei Lin respectfully hand over the script: "I heard that Ms. Xia Meng just established a film company, and she is financially strong. Why not cooperate with her."

Domestic media also reported on this matter. At a time when the three leftist companies were beginning to wither, Xia Meng's Blue Bird was indeed a suitable choice.

Wang Yang said: "I'll read the script first."

"You read it first, old man," Wei Lin said again, "Then can I look at the documentaries from the Republic of China period filmed by the Beijing Er Yingchang?"

"Documentary?"

"Yes, I am writing a full-length novel about the War of Resistance recently. I am too young and afraid that I won't be able to grasp the humanistic style of that era, so I am frantically searching for old documentaries to watch recently. I just finished watching those treasures of the Shanghai Er Yingchang."

The Shanghai Er Yingchang let Wei Lin watch them, and Wang Yang was not willing to lag behind. He called the director of the copy warehouse with a phone call and asked him to take Wei Lin to see them.

Wei Lin thanked him repeatedly, indicating that he would come to find him to chat about movies after reading them.

As soon as Wei Lin left, Factory Director Wang Yang called a deputy factory director and Jiang Huaiyan, the director of the Literature Department, over to discuss whether it could be filmed and whether a co-production was suitable.

Originally, he was actually more inclined to film it himself, but recently something happened that made him feel that a co-production might be more suitable.

Before the New Year, Zhang Xunhua of the Shanghai Er Yingchang fled from the Shanghai Er Yingchang to the Beijing Er Yingchang with his literary script "The Mysterious Buddha."

Because the Shanghai Er Yingchang originally promised to let him serve as the director, but later went back on his word, so he found the Beijing Er Yingchang, hoping that he could serve as the director to film this martial arts film full of entertainment.

But unfortunately, "Heroes Come from Youth" came earlier, and the theme of "Heroes" was more correct.

Coupled with the current environment, it didn't allow the Beijing Er Yingchang to launch two entertainment films at once. The indicators given by the country were fixed. If there were too many entertainment films, the serious films with depth would have to be reduced. Those old directors who wanted to explore art would have opinions.

So the Beijing Er Yingchang recommended Zhang Xunhua and this script to the Emei Er Yingchang. After all, it was about Leshan, so there was no problem with Emei Er Yingchang filming it.

As a result, Emei Er Yingchang happily accepted Zhang Xunhua and his "The Mysterious Buddha," and the factory director personally went to Beijing to pester and borrow Liu Xiaoqing, one of the three golden flowers of the Beijing Er Yingchang, and Ge Cunzhuang.

In this way, "The Mysterious Buddha" looked more and more like it was going to happen. The Beijing Er Yingchang didn't want its "Heroes Come from Youth" to lose to this project it had abandoned.

So either don't film it, or film it well, and it must be better than "The Mysterious Buddha," filming it into a benchmark for this type.

Wei Lin came in the morning and had a working meal in the canteen of the Beijing Er Yingchang led by the warehouse director at noon.

There were many people in the canteen, including behind-the-scenes staff, actors, and family members.

Hey, isn't that Cai Ming! Really young!

That big sister seems to be Zhang Jinling, who played Chen Peisi's sister in "Look at This Family."

Yo, this kid seems to be Jiang Shan. She is only 13 years old now and already has the appearance of a little beauty. Wait, what she is holding in her hand is "Children's Literature," right? It seems to be the March issue that was just published!

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