Chapter 89

"12 times 8..."

Melinda pressed the calculator, and it took a while to get the result.

She smiled and said to Wei Ming: "A total of 96 yuan. Round it up, you give 100 yuan."

Wei Ming and Xiao Cha were both shocked. Can it still be rounded up like this?!

Not to mention whether this British rounding method is reasonable, Wei Ming asked: "But I heard you sell it for five yuan outside. We are acquaintances, how come the price went up when it reached me? Killing acquaintances, right!"

Melinda: "Five yuan is the price for people who bring their own blank tapes. I am only responsible for helping to dub."

Xiao Cha nodded: "It is indeed like this."

Wei Ming: Good guy, earning five yuan net per tape!

Melinda said again: "Look at my tapes, they are all bought at the Friendship Store, made in America, good quality. Selling for four yuan is not expensive at all. Plus choosing songs and dubbing, both labor and materials, asking you for eight yuan total is a friendship price."

Fine, one yuan of friendship.

Wei Ming crossed his arms: "Then what do you mean by recording 12 tapes at once?"

Melinda: "They all say you have money, so I thought, transferring the money of rich people to poor people like us through gentle means!"

Wei Ming laughed: "Let you be disappointed. I definitely don't have as much money as you, and I didn't buy these tapes. I bought them for others. You made so many, enough for their two months' salary. People definitely can't afford it."

"Ah!" Melinda was dumbfounded. Wouldn't it be smashed in her own hands? And no deposit was collected before.

Wei Ming took a look at those tapes. There were sticky notes on them, and Melinda also carefully wrote the song titles.

"How about I take two tapes." Wei Ming picked and chose.

"You'd better take them all~" Melinda grabbed his hand and said pitifully, "I, I can make it cheaper!"

"Oh, can lower the price, then there is something to talk about."

Finally, they reached a deal at the price of five yuan. Wei Ming took out 60 yuan and took them all. He would sell them to Zhu Lin slowly later, so as not to give too much at once and make her unable to bear it.

Melinda was satisfied. At least she didn't lose and made a small profit.

Wei Ming shook his head: "You'd better not do business with this brain in the future. You can take these dubbed ones out and sell them directly. Six or seven yuan, seven or eight yuan, they must sell well."

Melinda's eyes "ling"ed. She hammered her head annoyedly: "Oh right!"

In addition, Wei Ming was very curious about one thing: "What do you want so much RMB for? Aren't you going back to your country soon?"

Melinda's international student career is two years, and she will leave after this semester ends.

Melinda said: "I want to get a sum of money, and then buy some antiques to take back to my country. Once I flip them, maybe I will be financially free!"

Wei Ming widened his eyes. This foreign girl actually wants to resell antiques. It is estimated that it was inspired by that Lu Ban lock.

You really don't know how deep the water is here! Slaughtering foreigners is a classic reserved program in this industry.

However, Wei Ming still gave her a suggestion: "Don't buy from small shops. You can go to the Friendship Store or Rongbaozhai to buy those famous calligraphy and paintings. Maybe the value is not high now, but when Chinese people have money, those things should rise in the auction market."

For example, paintings by some modern and contemporary artists.

For those who don't understand eyes and want to make money from this industry, this is relatively safe. You can often see paintings by Qi Baishi and Wu Guanzhong in the Friendship Store, and you might even run into works by Ming and Qing painters.

Now, for the sake of foreign exchange, the country is very willing to part with ordinary cultural relics that don't count as national treasure level.

After Melinda heard this, her eyes lit up again.

"Leonardo, why don't you accompany me to buy them! You are an expert!"

Why am I an expert? Can only be considered slightly knowledgeable.

Melinda pulled a ten-yuan bill from those money and stuffed it into Wei Ming's pants pocket, and stuffed it tight.

She is so good!

"Fine, I'll accompany you for a walk when I have time." Since she is so sincere, Wei Ming agreed. It happens that he also wants to go into the Friendship Store to see. It's not easy to go in without a foreigner leading.

Xiao Cha took the initiative to send Wei Ming down. After going out of the building, she had to send him a distance.

"Do you have something to say to me?" Wei Ming was a bit nervous. Isn't she going to confess to me? Xiao Cha is not hard to look at, but she is only of average appearance, not his ideal type.

Cha Jianying twisted for a while and praised: "*Far and Near* is written too well. A few words exhausted the complex relationship between people. I feel you have more talent in writing poetry than writing novels."

Wei Ming breathed a sigh of relief: "Thanks for the praise. Writing poetry is not as profitable as novels. I still have to buy a motorcycle."

After fixing the camera, Wei Ming's next goal is a motorcycle. This way, going into the city will be convenient. Otherwise, going to the city every time takes more than three hours back and forth, which is too wasteful of time.

Xiao Cha curled her lips: "You are always so pretentious and vulgar. Then can you consider *Today* when writing poetry in the future? Bei Dao also praised this poem of yours." Wei Ming first thanked the poetry scene senior for his praise, and then said: "But sorry, when attending the Literary Congress, I was coerced and lured by the editor-in-chief of *Poetry*, promising that the next poem will be premiered by them. And writing poetry requires inspiration. I don't know where the next one is yet."

"Then do you want to participate in the poetry activity of *Today*? There are many fans of your poetry!"

"Not participating. Time is precious. I hope to use it for literary creation. Deng Nainai also asked me to write more good works today. I feel the responsibility on my shoulders is very heavy."

Good guy, using Deng Nainai to suppress people, you are ruthless!

Xiao Cha had no choice but to return.

And at Weiminghu, another "Xiao Cha" is holding *Yanjing Literature and Art*, savoring the small poem *Far and Near* repeatedly.

Cha Haisheng is a child from the Anhui countryside. He is not good-looking and small, but he is highly talented. Only 15 years old this year, he broke out of the cruel competition of a crowd of repeaters and was admitted to the Law Department of Peking University.

He likes poetry and feels he has some talent, but his first submission was rejected by *Weiminghu*, and he heard it was squeezed out by *Ideal*.

Now, including *Weiminghu*, thirteen university literary journals across the country want to jointly run a magazine called *This Generation*, and he wants to submit again. He also spent a lot of effort to write a very long poem, which is five or six hundred words, and the theme is people and people.

As a result, he saw *Far and Near* today. The same theme, a mere twenty characters, is more thorough than his hundreds of words!

It simply told him like a head-on blow: You are not this material!

Thus, tonight Cha Haisheng burned the manuscript into ashes, buried it by the side of Weiminghu, and after returning to the dormitory, he picked up the law textbook and watched it attentively.

The November issue of *Yanjing Literature and Art* has only been issued for a few days. Because there is no topical masterpiece like *Er Niu*, the heat is not very high. The only thing worth mentioning is this small poem by Wei Ming, which triggered widespread discussion among poetry lovers.

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And because it is short, it is easier to spread. There are not many people who can recite *Ideal* completely like Kaige, but anyone can recite *Far and Near* in full and be proud of it, comparing with each other.

Even the gate post senior who doesn't like to read books can pull a few sentences when seeing the clouds in the sky in the morning.

"You look at me for a while, look at the clouds for a while, I feel when you look at me it's very far, look at the clouds it's very near!"

"Comrade, you are reciting *Far and Near* by Mr. Wei Ming!"

A young man holding a briefcase, looking like a cadre, interrupted the gate post brother's poetic interest.

"Yes, who are you?"

"Oh, I am the deputy editor-in-chief of *Story* magazine in the Magic City. My name is He Chengwei. I am a friend of Mr. Wei Ming and came to visit specifically. Is he in?"

"Oh my, Editor-in-Chief He, I am in!" It happened that Wei Ming came out of the gate post room and was going to the library.

Not going to the Literary Congress this morning, still a meeting, let's go in the afternoon. There is a program in the evening. Anyway, he is an outsider, more casual.

He Chengwei held Wei Ming's hand tightly: "Came to Yanjing for a meeting recently, thinking that the November issue of *Story* was released, so I came to visit you specifically, and sent you a copy by the way."

"Oh my, thank you so much," Wei Ming took it with a smile, "What meeting are you attending? Is it also the Literary Congress?"

He Chengwei's facial muscles twitched immediately. The word "also" was used wonderfully!

"What kind of onion am I? How can I have the qualification to attend such a grand event~" He waved his hands busily, looking at Wei Ming with surprised eyes, but soon relieved.

*The Prophet of Ducks*, *Ideal*, *Er Niu*, every work set off a discussion craze across the country. Although he was a bit young, it was reasonable to be invited.

But knowing this, He Chengwei was embarrassed to talk about his own affairs.

He Chengwei only told Wei Ming that under the guidance of his theories, the reader feedback was particularly good. Yesterday, it was reprinted again, creating a new high in circulation this year.

"Especially that *Such Love* of yours received a lot of reader feedback in the Magic City."

"Haha, that's good. Readers liking it is the most important."

"Hmm hmm~"

He Chengwei finally didn't mention the request for a manuscript. A shining new star in the literary scene, he wanted to pull him into popular literature. He himself felt that it was a great loss to the literary scene and was unforgivable.

However, Wei Ming didn't have such deep-rooted barriers between serious literature and popular literature in his heart, not to mention he had a clone!

Looking at "Wei Kuangren" behind *Such Love* on the table of contents page, Wei Ming smiled slightly.

Although He Chengwei didn't mention it, when he met Ms. Xia Meng at the Literary Congress, Wei Ming had an idea.

After returning to the dormitory at noon, Biaozi happily flipped through *Story*. He felt that this magazine was more suitable for himself than *Yanjing Literature and Art*.

This little story is so interesting, especially that *Such Love*, why is there such a stupid person? He didn't even figure out the gender and started dating, hahaha.

Biaozi was having fun when Wei Ming suddenly said to him: "Right, Biaozi, you mentioned your legendary story of running away from home when you were a child, right."

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Wei Ming: "I suddenly feel that this story is very suitable to be written into a martial arts novel~"

With a "Dong" sound, Biaozi sat up from the bed, hit Mei Wenhua's bed board, and scared Mei Wenhua into a chicken spirit...

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