Xiangjiang in September 1980, sunny.

The serialization of Little Killer is about to end today. The novel of 110,000 words, seven or eight thousand words per issue, is just two weeks after it is serialized.

Life in Xiangjiang is as always. Apart from the buses on the way off work, there are more scattered laughter, which makes office workers who have accumulated a day of fatigue more relaxed.

The most obvious change in the past two weeks is Mingpao Newspaper. In just two weeks, the sales volume of Xiangjiang Evening News has soared from 70,000 to 120,000 to 120,000 to 120,000, and there is still a trend of continued growth, which caught the sales staff off guard and was very busy. The editor-in-chief has been in a good mood these days. If it can increase by tens of thousands more, the sales volume of the evening newspaper will surpass the early newspaper. Everyone knows the biggest contributor.

Last week, Xu Fei brought good news to Li Xuechu, telling Li Xuechu to write in a length of ten thousand words when writing articles in the future. It seems that he still squeezed out a section. In addition, Xu Fei also reminded Li Xuechu that Mr. Cha would visit him in person next time and sign a formal column contract.

"Mr. Cha is coming?" Li Xuechu was stunned for a moment. This was the first "acquaintance" he met in Xiangjiang. Mr. Jin is Li Xuechu's idol. He has read all his novels and was beaten by his father because of this. His father counted the culprit of his decline in academic performance in junior high school on the novel. He also checked his schoolbag and drawer regularly. He confiscated it immediately when he found out, but his father also liked to read it.

"I wonder how my dad is now? A month has passed, did you find that I am missing?" When Li Xuechu thought of his home, his excitement subsided again. "Fortunately, there is a younger brother. Fortunately, he went home and sent 300,000 yuan. Otherwise, his son would have been in vain. He spent more than 20 years of food in vain, as well as the property in the house he rented and the money in the bank card. He would have looked like 300,000 or 50,000 yuan. He would not be A from the landlord and the bank, right?"

"Hey, hey!" Xu Fei reached out and shook his hand in front of Li Xuechu, "Why did you become stunned as you said that, you are too excited, right?"

Jin Daxia has countless fans in Hong Kong, but she is still a little old man, not as good as the handsome men and beautiful women in movies and TV. Most people are very happy and excited when they see the old man, and occasionally come forward to ask for an autograph to take photos. Xu Fei himself admires Jin Daxia, but he feels normal when he sees him all day long. It is rare for Li Xuechu to be like this.

"The writer's thinking is indeed different from that of ordinary people!" Xu Fei thought so.

When he came to his senses, Li Xuechu didn't mind Xu Fei's misunderstanding. In fact, after being excited, Li Xuechu thought more about his own treatment. Since he signed a formal column contract, the treatment would definitely be improved. How could he not get a salary increase when he was promoted? But what price should he quoted to be considered reasonable? He didn't understand the market in this regard at all. Li Xuechu remembered the rumors that Jin Yong was stingy and stingy again.

"After talking about nothing, it's time to talk about serious things. Is there any big thing now?" Xu Fei asked with a smile, "I have seen your writing speed. In less than two years, I will be a little Ni Kuang again."

Li Xuechu smiled and handed over a manuscript. After knowing the rules of publishing newspapers, Li Xuechu's writing slowed down. He was not in a hurry anyway, so he simply saved time to do other things.

"Fake God?" Xu Fei looked at the cover title and opened the manuscript and couldn't wait to read it. As an editor, he had this benefit and could see the work faster than others. After reading it for more than half of his time, Xu Fei secretly admired him. He was only in his teens, so how could he make so many good works? He was still studying in China Middle School at this age, so he should not have much experience. If he had worked at work, he was considered a child laborer, and he would not dare to accept it in a formal unit. However, he is not from Xiangjiang and may have worked. However, even at such a young age, he has not been a few years old, right? People who have no life experience can imagine that they can come up with such a good story out of thin air?

After thinking about it, I couldn't figure it out. Forget it, this is also a talent, which others can't ask for. Xu Fei didn't expect that plagiarism, if it were, he should have read it long ago. The special period in the mainland has just ended, and this is not like the works in the mainland. Xiangjiang himself can definitely not have similar novels or film and television programs.

I turned a few pages and finished reading.

"Why is it not over?" After looking at it, the outline looks like adding 30,000 to 40,000 words in the first text.

"It's still half a month before the serialization will end, right? It's too late to get a copy when writing it soon, so there's no hurry," said Li Xuechu.

"That's right, we've slowed down you." Xu Fei smiled awkwardly.

"It's okay. I just have time to do something else I like, so I feel uncomfortable always lying on the table. I recently signed up for a music class. I want to learn how to arrange music. If I have the ability, I will try to play thank you songs." Li Xuechu was still thinking about the songs on his mobile phone. What he feared most now is that he had not learned to arrange music and his mobile phone was broken. At this time, there was no place to edit it, and there were hundreds of songs in it, so I couldn't waste it.

Xu Fei felt envy again. He said ten thousand words a day. Even if the author is pressed on the table, he has no extra free time except to think about writing articles all day long. How can he have so much energy to do so many things?

"Okay, the matter is done, I'll go back first. Should I take this manuscript away first or will you keep it and hand it over to Mr. Cha next time?"

"Let's keep it for now. I haven't copied the copy yet. It's awkward to write it after the rest. I'll write it before handing it over." Li Xuechu's habit is to copy the copy the next day after writing the whole article, and check whether there are any logical errors in the manuscript, the plot is disconnected, the grammar, and whether there are any typos.

"Well, I'm leaving." Li Xuechu sent Xu Fei out of the house. Before leaving, Xu Fei smiled and praised Li Xuechu for a few words: "I haven't seen you for only a week. Xuechu has improved a lot in your Xiangjiang dialect, and your literary talent has also improved significantly. Looking at you young people, I feel that I am old."

"Just jokingly, Brother Xu looks like he is only thirty or twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. How could he have such an idea?"

"I'm in my early thirties."

After seeing Xu Fei off, Li Xuechu looked at the newly bought watch, but the time has not passed.

Li Xuechu left his house and rushed to Kowloon Tong on his seat. The class he signed up for happened to be near the radio channel, and most of the students inside were his "peers". He wouldn't feel embarrassed if he went there.

Because there is basically no foundation, I also learn some basic music theory. I can distinguish sound, sing and practicing ears, play a key on the piano, and sing it out with the keys, and sing it out for half a day. However, this age group is basically in the voice change period, and the teacher is more restrained, afraid that the students will lose their voices, so I will intersperse some theoretical courses in the middle. Piano and other things must be studied later. It seems that it is a study class for middle-class families, which is more professional and has a flexible course arrangement. You can flexibly adjust the time period according to your work and rest time. The tuition fee is 1,200 per month, which is more expensive than the rent.

Judging from this attitude, I can’t learn it well in at least two or three years. But there is no hurry. My mobile songs are basically works from two thousand years later, and there are fewer ones in the 1990s. There may not be many people who like it in this era. The popular songs now are quite different from those in later generations, and there are basically no electronic music. Anyway, Li Xuechu has never heard of them.

Another week passed.

It was ten o'clock this morning, and Mr. Jin came to the door.

"Mr. Cha!" Although he had known that Mr. Jin was coming for a long time, Li Xuechu was still a little surprised.

"Haha, my friend is so young and promising," Jin Yong looked at Li Xuechu with a smile. "I read Mr. Li's works earlier, and I wanted to come and see what the young talents who wrote these masterpieces are like. Today I will take this reason to come and take a look."

"Mr. Cha, please come in!" Li Xuechu let go. The old man Jin I remembered was only fifty-six years old now, and he was not very old. He was also influenced by the impression of later generations. He should be careful in the future and don't accidentally call others old.

Li Xuechu welcomed Jin Yong in and poured a cup of tea.

Jin Yong was not in a hurry to talk about things, and looked around the room.

"My friend's room is simple." Li Xuechu now lives in a bed, a table, a few small stools, and a small clothes hanger. These are all from the landlord, so he bought a few sets of clothes, a few daily necessities and a few books. They are all tutorials that the teacher of Music asked to buy and some casual books to help you get rid of your boredom. With fewer things, the small room looks spacious.

"I didn't bring anything when I came to Xiangjiang. I planned to move in a few days. I'll buy some things at that time to save trouble." Li Xuechu had already planned to move, so he stayed here for a long time. He had given up on his future life.

"Oh, where are you planning to move?"

"I want to move to the radio channel. Before I contacted the real estate company, I mentioned it to the landlord. I plan to go to find it tomorrow. Please tell Mr. Cha to tell Brother Xu that I will go to the newspaper office myself next week to save him a waste of time."

"This is not troublesome. Since I haven't contacted you yet, why don't I ask you for it. I still have some friends in a real estate company, so I don't know what kind of house I plan to find?"

"How can you be so embarrassed? Haha," Li Xuechu felt a little embarrassed, but in terms of connections, Jin Yong was not built in Xiangjiang. He had countless friends in the cultural circle and business circle. He was not as gentle as others for a long time. "Just find a quiet environment and a better vision, and a bigger house. But I don't know the rent market yet."

"Haha, it's not as expensive as my friend thought. It's okay to rent a bigger villa based on my friend's income now." Jin Yong knew the income of Li Xuechu the most. After all, Jin Yong is the boss of Ming Pao, and Li Xuechu's manuscript fee was paid by others.

"That's good, just have better sound insulation, and there's no need for a villa. I'm just having to live in a big house alone."

"Well, that's clear. When will my friend be free tomorrow?" Jin Yong asked.

"I'm going to class in the afternoon and stay at home half a day in the morning." Li Xuechu originally planned to go out to see the house tomorrow morning.

"Okay, my friend, just wait for the good news!"

After talking about the little things, we started to discuss the contract.

Li Xuechu really didn't know how much the royalty should be discussed. When Jin Yong smiled and proposed the condition of 60 yuan for a thousand words, Li Xuechu carefully added 80 yuan for a thousand words. Jin Yong pondered for a moment and agreed.

Well, needless to say, I lost again.

Next, Li Xuechu took out the finished manuscript "The Fake God". After reading it at a glance, Jin Yong felt quite satisfied. Look at the number of words in the manuscript, which is just over 80,000.

"Do you have any new works?" Jin Yong asked for a moment of contemplation.

"There is another work that is being conceived. The topic and general plot are not yet written. It is called "The King of Talks"." The two comedy kings, Jim Carrey. In fact, what Li Xuechu wants to write the most is "The World of Truman" that he has always liked very much. However, the background is still a bit inconsistent in this era. We can only talk about it in a few years. It's just that the king who is not famous is now. I don't know what he will play in the future? But it may not be. Hollywood is full of talents, and the cultural industry in the United States is not built. Even if I copy all the knowledge now, I will still have good works in a ten-year buffer period, and it may not be inferior to the original future generations. This is their heritage.

Li Xuechu described the general plot of the King of Dache with Jin Yong in detail.

Jin Yong thought about it, took out a thick envelope, counted eight hundred-dollar bills from his wallet, and stuffed them in.

"This is 8,000 yuan, and 1,000 yuan of it is considered the deposit for the next work. Mr. Li see if the numbers are wrong."

Li Xuechu ordered a little, no problem.

Jin Yong and Li Xuechu had a few casual conversations and stood up to say goodbye.

After seeing off Jin Yong, Li Xuechu thought about it and smiled bitterly again. The eighty thousand words were what Li Xuechu told Xu Fei last time. The envelope of Jin Yong was 7,002...

Forget it, it's too late to regret it.
Chapter completed!