"Teacher, can you please help me sign up so I can go too?" Wang Shi said, taking advantage of the opportunity.
"Teacher, Mingqi and I have also signed up." Zhou Tan followed suit.
"Okay, I'll sign you up. The teacher will notify you of the specific competition time in advance." Li Xin saw that Zhang Qiurui finally agreed to sign up for the essay competition. She was very much looking forward to what kind of essay Zhang Qiurui would write in this competition.
After all, several of her novels are very wonderful and touching. This essay competition is undoubtedly a great opportunity for her to show her talent in public.
Li Xin thought that Zhang Qiurui was Xiaoxiang Qingkong, and Xiaoxiang Qingkong was Zhang Qiurui. The several novels she published received enthusiastic responses and praise from readers.
She is a rising star in the literary world. Seeing her student achieve such results, Li Xin is filled with satisfaction and pride.
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Time passed day by day, and soon it was the day when Yucai High School and Xiaoxiang Magazine jointly organized a composition competition.
However, just two days before she was going to participate in the essay competition, Zhang Qiurui finally received a letter from Hong Kong.
"Qiurui, this is your letter. This time I touched the envelope and it feels much thicker than before?" During dinner that night, Zhang Wenmin handed a letter to Zhang Qiurui.
"Qiu Rui, which magazine have you submitted your article to? What type of novel are you writing this time? When will it be published?" Yu Yang on the side asked hurriedly.
Ever since she learned that her sister-in-law had written a novel and published it in a magazine, Yu Yang, out of great curiosity, bought a magazine and specially read the article written by her sister-in-law.
As a result, Yu Yang was deeply attracted by Zhang Qiurui's delicate and subtle writing style and fascinating plot. The stories she wrote seemed to have a magical power, which could make people feel as if they were in the story, and their emotions fluctuated with the protagonist's joys, sorrows, anger and happiness.
Especially when she read the first two pieces of scar literature, she was moved and cried while reading.
After that, whenever she released a new publication, Yu Yang would always rush to buy it, for fear of missing out on any of Zhang Qiurui's works.
Therefore, Yu Yang was naturally looking forward to receiving another letter from Zhang Qiurui, wanting to know whether there would be a new work coming out soon.
"'Bright Sword' is published by Xiaoxiang Magazine. The novel has a total of 350,000 words, and they are serializing it at 50,000 words per issue. It can be published until November this year.
I don’t plan to submit my work to Xiaoxiang Magazine this year.
"I've just written a short story for People's Literature. If nothing goes wrong, it will be published next month. I'll write another one for People's Literature later," Zhang Qiurui explained.
"Qiu Rui, what's wrong with your brain? You write novel after novel, and the most important thing is that they are very good and touching. I envy my sister-in-law so much." Yu Yang looked at Zhang Qiu Rui with admiration and disbelief.
"Qiu Rui, you will be going to Xingcheng to participate in the essay competition in two days.
Don’t write novels these two days. Take more rest so as not to miss the essay competition.
"Second sister-in-law, steam a few more eggs every day for Qiurui and Mingqi to nourish their brains," Zhang Wenmin instructed.
"Third brother, I know. Second sister-in-law doesn't need to steam my eggs. You can just steam your own.
I'm done eating, I'm going back to my room to do my homework." Zhang Qiurui was a little impatient to check the letter, so he quickly finished his meal and went back to his room.
She guessed that this letter was most likely sent to her by Cheng Shufen from Hong Kong.
Since they bought two bungalows, they now have four rooms.
Her second brother and sister-in-law lived in one room with Mingduo and Minghua, she and Mingqi had one room, and the other was for her third brother and sister-in-law to live in occasionally.
Now that Zhang Qiurui has his own room, things are much more convenient for him, whether he is writing novels, reading letters, or even taking things out of the trading supermarket.
Returning to the room, Zhang Qiurui gently closed the door. She walked to the desk, took out a flashlight from the trading supermarket, turned it on and placed it in front of the desk, illuminating the entire desk.
When she lived with Mingqi, they used oil lamps for everything at night.
The oil lamp gave off a yellowish glow that was irritating to the eyes. It made them sore and hurt after prolonged use, and the smell of oil smoke was also strong. In contrast, the flashlight's light was bright and not glaring, making her feel much fresher.
After Zhang Qiurui sat down, she opened the envelope. A faint scent of ink wafted into her nose, and Zhang Qiurui couldn't wait to read it.
In the letter, Cheng Shufen spoke highly of the two songs she submitted, set a price of 1,000 yuan for her lyrics and composition, and invited her to write a new song. She also explained that if the quality was not inferior to the previous two songs, the price for lyrics and composition could be increased.
At the end, there is also a personal mailing address so that any future works or other matters can be mailed directly to this address.
There was also a remittance slip for four thousand yuan in the envelope.
"I'm rich." Zhang Qiuyu looked at the remittance slip with an excited look on her face.
She became rich, but it was not just because of these 4,000 yuan that she became rich. She could also write songs for Cheng Shufen, raise her prices, and receive a steady stream of remittances from Cheng Shufen.
As for quality, Zhang Qiurui is not at all boastful. Her mind is filled with a large number of classic works from later generations. As long as she recalls them slowly, she can continuously produce high-quality songs.
She has even begun planning how to present these classic works to Cheng Shufen in the most appropriate way, retaining the essence of the original works while conforming to the aesthetics of this era.
If she could completely get through to Cheng Shufen, she could also write novels and publish them in Hong Kong.
The royalties in Hong Kong are not as low as those in the mainland, it is also an opportunity to make a lot of money.
There is even a chance to export it abroad and earn US dollars directly, which would be even better.
The more money you make, the better. You can use it to do big things in the future. You can't be short of money.
Zhang Qiurui took a deep breath, carefully put away the remittance slip, then picked up paper and pen, intending to write those new songs for Cheng Shufen.
Cheng Shufen had already stated in the letter that the new song invited this time was to be used for Deng Lijun's first Cantonese album.
This also means that these new songs written for Cheng Shufen must be all Cantonese songs and must conform to Deng Lijun's singing style and market positioning.
As far as Zhang Qiurui remembers, Teresa Teng has only released two Cantonese albums, the first in 1980 and the second in 1983.
It is still four years away from the release of Deng Lijun's first album. Could it be that the song "Walking on the Road of Life" she wrote before allowed her to release her first album ahead of time?
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