Chapter 82 Yu Hua with a very low bottom line
The next day.
Wang Shuo woke up in a strange room. There was no one else in the room except him.
He glanced at his watch and it was already past nine in the morning.
He rubbed his forehead and remembered that he seemed to have drunk too much yesterday.
Drinking will cause trouble!
He stood up and checked the surroundings. This should be a dormitory. He thought of Lin Weimin and others whom he met yesterday. He guessed that they were the ones who brought him here.
The desk against the wall was in a mess, obviously being used frequently by its owner. Lin Weimin's image immediately popped up in Wang Shuo's mind.
Wang Shuo walked out of the dormitory. Occasionally, people walked by in the corridor. After asking, Wang Shuo found out that this was the back building of the Chinese Literature Society.
Wang Shuo didn't expect that he would come to the Guowen Society by accident. He grew up in a military compound and served in the army in 1977. During his time in the army, he showed his special talent in literature and art. In 1978, he began to create literature, and his first short story "Waiting" was published in "Liberation Army Literature and Art".
The Liberation Army Literature and Art Magazine saw Wang Shuo's talent and transferred him to the editorial department as an editor. In 1980, Wang Shuo retired from the army and returned to Yanjing to work as a salesperson in the drug wholesale store of Yanjing Pharmaceutical Company. His literary dream never faded, and places like Guowenshe were sacred to him.
He asked and found Lin Weimin who was working.
"Oh! Are you awake? I'm not saying anything bad about you, but your alcohol tolerance is quite poor, but you are quite brave when drinking." Lin Weimin teased Wang Shuo when he saw him.
Wang Shuo blushed a little. He was very excited when drinking yesterday, but he fell down before finishing his meal. He vaguely remembered that he said a lot of unpleasant things to Lin Weimin after drinking too much.
"Hehe!" Wang Shuo smiled awkwardly, "Drunk!"
"I left some porridge for you in the pot. Have you eaten it?"
Wang Shuo didn't notice it at all when he got up, he shook his head.
"You drank so much last night, you need to eat something in the morning."
Lin Weimin led Wang Shuo back to the dormitory on the third floor, let him eat, and asked, "Did you miss work?"
"It's okay. It doesn't matter whether I go to my class or not."
He has no sense of belonging or accomplishment in his current job. There are only two things in his mind: making money and writing.
While Wang Shuo was talking, he saw The Cliff on the table, a single volume just published by Lin Weimin from Guowen Publishing House.
He picked up the book and said, "You are so efficient. I remember that I saw this novel in the special issue of Contemporary magazine in November. It has been published in just a few days."
"Isn't this the convenient condition of the Chinese Literature Society?"
Wang Shuo was flipping through the novel when he suddenly thought of his arrogant words yesterday after drinking. He glanced at Lin Weimin with a guilty conscience and couldn't help regretting his recklessness.
"If you like it, take it and have a look." Lin Weimin said.
Wang Shuo pretended to be very interested and added, "You wrote a good novel."
"Really?" Lin Weimin had a faint smile on his face, which made Wang Shuo couldn't help but laugh embarrassedly.
The two smiled at each other, showing great understanding.
"By the way, did you remember what you promised me yesterday?"
Wang Shuo was stunned. "What's the matter?"
"Contribute to Contemporary Magazine!"
Wang Shuo vaguely remembered that he seemed to have said this yesterday.
"Hey, I was just drunk and talking nonsense. Your standards for Contemporary Magazine are so high, my level is not up to par."
"Don't be so unsure of yourself. Things are written by people, and I'm optimistic about you."
Lin Weimin patted his shoulder with a look of certainty on his face, which confused Wang Shuo.
I, the person involved, don’t have any confidence, so where does your blind confidence come from?
After thinking for a long time, Wang Shuo could only attribute Lin Weimin's attitude to heroes appreciating heroes. He thought that since he had made such a big promise yesterday, it would be too contemptible if he backed down now.
"Okay. I promise you that I will bring my writings to your Contemporary Magazine first, unless you don't want them."
"Oh, that's right!" Lin Weimin smiled with satisfaction.
Another rising star is here!
Zhijiang, Haiyan County.
Postmen in green work clothes ride bicycles through the streets and alleys of Haiyan County, and the crisp sound of bicycle bells echoes throughout the streets and alleys.
“Snap!”
When passing by a small courtyard, the postman didn't even stop for a moment and threw a piece of mail in over the wall.
A few seconds later, a voice was heard from the courtyard.
"Son, it seems the manuscript has been returned again."
Yu Hua came to the fence and picked up the returned manuscript. He did not look discouraged at all and said, "It's okay. I'll send it to another place."
Yu Hua's father didn't say anything, he knew his son's routine too well.
Don’t worry about the manuscript first. Send it directly to People’s Literature and Harvest. If it’s rejected, lower your requirements and send it to magazines like Contemporary, October, and Zhongshan. If it’s rejected again, send it to Yenching Literature or Shanghai Literature…
The old father really wanted to say something to his son.
Damn it, people’s bottom line is lost step by step.
But when he looked at his son's indifferent expression, the words just stayed on his lips.
He knows his son well. This kid has been cunning since he was young. How could he possibly do what he says?
Yu Hua took the manuscript into the room. He thought that this was the same as before, where the editor would return the manuscript to him after criticizing it.
But after he opened the rejection letter, he found that the situation this time seemed a little different.
Two minutes later, Yu Hua shouted with a look of joy: "Dad! Dad! Where is the copy of Contemporary that I bought earlier?"
"Which one?" There were so many magazines at home that Yu's father didn't understand which magazine his son was looking for.
Yu Hua was impatient and went to look for it himself. After rummaging around the house for a long time, he finally found the magazine he wanted.
He couldn't wait to open the "Contemporary" and quickly searched for the name on it, and finally found the name on one of the pages.
"What's wrong?" Yu's father came over and asked.
Yu Hua looked up at his father, his face full of happiness after all the hard work, "Dad, I, your son, am going to be rich!"
Yu's father was delighted, "The novel has been published?"
His father's words instantly brought Yu Hua back to his original state, "That's not the case."
"Then why are you so excited!" The father was overjoyed and cursed.
Yu Hua raised the letter in his hand and said, "The editor wrote to me and told me that I have talent and asked me to write well and submit my work to them in the future."
"Oh?" Yu's father looked a little surprised. His son had experienced so many rejections, but this rejection letter was indeed different.
"Isn't the editor just being polite to you?"
Yu Hua waved his hands, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
He opened the copy of Contemporary Magazine again, "Dad, take a look! The person who wrote to me is Lin Weimin, the writer of The Cliff. He is now the editor of Contemporary Magazine."
Yu's father checked it carefully and found it was true.
He couldn't help but feel very pleased that his son was favored by such a high-level writer. It seemed that his son really had some talent in literature!
(End of this chapter)
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