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Tang Ping'an finally believed that he had not misheard.

"Thank you, Teacher He, thank you, Teacher He!" Tang Ping'an said excitedly. "My writing has been published, it can be published now."

"Yes, calm down first," He Tiantian said with a light laugh. "I have something more important to say. The 100,000 words you wrote before, according to the contract, you can publish two chapters a week for two months. How much have you written for your next novel? Can you keep up?"

“I can keep up. I already have 50,000 words in my manuscript,” Tang Ping’an said. “I can write another 100,000 words in another month. The book will have a total of 300,000 words.”

He Tiantian nodded and said, "Okay, then I'm relieved. Now sit down and take a good look at the contract. If there are no problems, you can sign it."

"Hmm." Tang Ping'an sat down and carefully looked at the contract. When he encountered something he didn't understand, he asked He Tiantian for help.

He Tiantian knew a little and tried her best to explain it to Tang Ping'an in detail.

Tang Ping'an thought it was good and nodded, saying, "Teacher, I think it's fine, you can sign it now."

He Tiantian handed over a pen, and Tang Ping'an signed it.

He Tiantian put away the contract and said, "Tang Ping'an, you've already signed a contract. From now on, you need to keep your novels confidential and not let others see them casually. Do you understand what I mean?"

Tang Ping'an nodded and said, "I understand, thank you, Teacher He."

“Then you can go back,” He Tiantian said. “They will transfer the money to you once they receive the contract. You can then deposit the money into your bank account.”

"Yes, yes." Tang Ping'an was excited. He had seven thousand Hong Kong dollars, which was more than two thousand yuan.

With these two thousand yuan, the family can build a big house, and the younger siblings can continue their studies.

He Tiantian acted quickly, leaving get off work early to send it over.

However, secrets don't stay hidden forever. Just because Tang Ping'an didn't say anything didn't mean the other teachers didn't know. Many people knew that Tang Ping'an's novel had been published in a Hong Kong magazine.

Many people complimented Tang Ping'an, while others spoke with a hint of sarcasm.

However, Tang Ping'an always remembered He Tiantian's words and kept a low profile writing novels at school, not caring about what was happening outside.

After Xie Wanying received the contract, she arranged for the serialization to be paid.

After receiving the 7,000 yuan, Tang Ping'an deposited 3,000 yuan into his savings account and then mailed another 3,000 yuan home. At the same time, he sent a telegram home saying, "I'll use the royalties to build a house and pay for my younger siblings' education."

This sum of money was a huge amount for Tang Ping'an. Not only could he do what he liked, but he could also earn money and support his family.

That's great!

He needs to work even harder at writing in the future.

Tang Ping'an bought some gifts and personally delivered them to Teacher He's home.

Zhou and Huo Zhekun were at home.

He Tiantian cooked so that her father-in-law and Tang Ping'an could have a chat.

Huo Zhekun happened to be home and was overjoyed to hear that the author was the author of the novel "Storm Riders".

"How much of your next book have you written?" Huo Zhekun asked. He had read part of it and couldn't stop thinking about it.

"I've already written 60,000 words," Tang Ping'an said cautiously. "Mr. Huo, have you read my novel?"

"I've seen it. Your teacher brought it over and said it was very good. I was quite curious, so I wanted to take a look," Huo Zhekun said. "It is indeed very good. However, I must apologize to you for looking at your manuscript without your permission."

"It's an honor for me to have Mr. Huo take notice of my novel." Tang Ping'an smiled, very happy that his novel was liked.

"I heard it's already been published. When you publish your book, you must save me a complete copy," Huo Zhekun said. "And you must sign it for me. When you become a great writer, this signed book will be famous."

"You flatter me, Mr. Huo," Tang Ping'an said. "If it's published, I'll definitely send you a copy."

He Tiantian was very gratified by Tang Ping'an's personal thanks. No matter what happens in the future, at least Tang Ping'an now remembers the kindness of her as his teacher.

She was polite and didn't help him with the arrangements for nothing.

What He Tiantian values ​​is not money, but talent and respect, which satisfies her desire to be a role model for others.

In just two issues, the magazine received many letters from readers.

Xie Wanying collected all these letters and sent them, along with two magazines, to He Tiantian.

He Tiantian handed everything over to Tang Ping'an and said, "Tang Ping'an, I'll give you Ms. Xie's contact information. You can contact her directly, including signing contracts, collecting payments, sending manuscripts, and receiving magazines. You know how to do all of that, so you can do it yourself. If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me. As long as I know it, I'll tell you. If I don't know it, I'll ask someone else and then tell you."

Tang Ping'an was taken aback and asked, "Teacher, is Ms. Xie easy to get along with?"

He Tiantian smiled and said, "Ms. Xie, whose real name is Xie Wanying, is a university teacher at Hong Kong University, but she also owns a publishing house. You are my student. As long as you treat her sincerely, and your novel is very good, she will not treat you unfairly."

"Oh, I've got it. Thank you, Teacher He," Tang Ping'an said gratefully. Teacher He had opened a window for him, allowing him to see the outside world.

He Tiantian thought for a moment and said, "By the way, there are two addresses here. One is Ms. Xie's publishing house address, and the other is her personal address. If someone asks for your address and wants to submit a manuscript like you, you can tell them the publishing house address. Just write down the personal address yourself."

Tang Ping'an immediately understood. During this period, many people had been asking him where he published his work, and he didn't know how to respond.

Now that we have the publisher's address, he'll give it to anyone who wants it.

When Tang Ping'an returned to the classroom, he received everyone's attention.

Yuan Hua stood up and said with a smile, "Yuan Hua, congratulations! You're holding two magazines with traditional Chinese characters in your hand. Is your novel published in them?"

Facing the cheerful, generous, and enthusiastic Yuan Hua, Tang Ping'an was a little shy and nodded, saying, "Yes, I just received it."

"Could we borrow it to read?" Yuen Wah asked. "Let us see a magazine from Hong Kong and broaden our horizons."

Others chimed in, saying, "Yeah, Tang Ping'an, we're all classmates, why don't you show us?"

Tang Ping'an also wanted to get along well with his classmates, and this was a great opportunity, so he said, "Okay, you take a look first."

Tang Ping'an lent the book to Yuan Hua, and the others, seeing this, also came over to receive it.

"Everyone can pass it around, but please take good care of it, I haven't read it myself." Tang Ping'an smiled gently, not feeling smug just because he had published a novel.

Yuan Hua flipped through the list but didn't see Tang Ping'an's name. He asked, "Tang Ping'an, your name isn't here. Which piece did you write?"

“My pen name is Er Yue Hong,” Tang Ping’an said, “taken from the phrase ‘frost-covered leaves are redder than those in February’.”

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