“Xiao Cui, please write back to Xiaoxiang Qingkong immediately and tell him that his manuscript will be published in the next issue.
As for the manuscript fee, five yuan per thousand words. No! Six yuan per thousand words, and continue to ask him to write articles.
In addition, after this issue of the magazine is published, a copy of the magazine will be mailed to each of the writers who published it." After Zhang Guangnian finished reading "The Convenience Store of Sorrow", he was deeply moved by the warmth and healing elements in the story, and his heart was filled with indescribable emotion.
He immediately ordered Cui Liang to write back to Xiaoxiang Qingkong.
"Okay, I'll go right away." Cui Liang was slightly stunned when he heard the price of royalties offered by the editor to Xiaoxiang Qingkong.
Because People's Literature is an authoritative journal in the entire Chinese literary world, the review process is not only extremely strict, but Xiaoxiang Qingkong has only published three novels, and the manuscript fee of six yuan per thousand words has surpassed many senior writers.
Later, after the publication of "The Convenience Store of Sorrow", it immediately caused a huge response.
Readers have written in, praising the vividness and depth of each character in the story.
They were deeply attracted by the grocery store in the novel that could solve people's troubles.
It has warmed and healed countless people, allowing those who were originally confused and lost to find their direction after reading this novel.
Letters came in like snowflakes, not only filling up the editorial desks but also overflowing the mailboxes.
Xiaoxiang Qingkong also became popular because of the novel "The Convenience Store of Sorrow", but that's a story for later.
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Last year, Xiaoxiang Qingkong published two novels in Xiaoxiang Magazine, which caused the sales of Xiaoxiang Magazine to surge by one-third. In February this year, Xiaoxiang Qingkong's third novel was published, and sales continued to increase significantly.
At the end of the year, the magazine gave a year-end bonus to its editors.
Xin Zhao was strolling around the black market with a basket on her shoulder. Suddenly, she passed by a stall selling mushrooms. She glanced at the words and prices written on a wooden board, paused slightly, and decided not to eat the mushrooms, so she just walked forward.
Suddenly, Xin Zhao thought of something?
She took a few steps back and looked carefully at the words on the wooden board on the mushroom stall.
"Is this handwriting from Xiaoxiang Qingkong's hand?" Xin Zhao looked at the handwriting carefully. Every word revealed a familiar charm, fresh and refined, yet powerful.
It was just that these words were magnified several times, but Xin Zhao was sure that he was not wrong.
"Sister, do you want to buy some mushrooms?" Zhang Wenfu saw a fashionable lady staring at mushrooms with prices written on them for a while, not knowing what she meant. Did she want to buy them or not? Zhang Wenmin asked with a smile.
“These mushrooms look quite fresh.
"Two cents a pound, give me five pounds." Xin Zhao walked forward, squatted down, and picked a few mushrooms.
"Sister, you have good eyesight. These mushrooms were picked by my family this morning. They are delicious." When Zhang Wenmin heard that the sister didn't bargain and asked for five kilograms at once, he liked this kind of customer who bought things.
He quickly took out a small scale and weighed the red scale for her.
"Young man, I have a question for you. Who wrote the words on this wooden board? They look fresh and refined, yet powerful. They are well written and pleasing to the eye." After Xin Zhao paid the money, she smiled and pointed at the words written on the wooden board and asked.
"I also think this handwriting is very good. It was written by my sister." When Zhang Wenfu heard someone praising Qiu Rui's beautiful handwriting, Zhang Wenfu looked proud and honored.
"Your sister? Does your sister work in a shoe factory?" Xin Zhao asked.
But the recipient was named Zhang Wenmin, which sounded like a man's name, and this confused Xin Zhao.
"No..., why are you asking so much? I can't tell you anything else.
If you have nothing else to do, please go away and don't disturb me from selling things. " When Zhang Wenfu heard that the elder sister in front of him was here to inquire about something, he immediately became alert, his face darkened, his tone became rude, and he immediately drove her away.
Seeing Zhang Wenfu's expression suddenly change, Xin Zhao realized that he might have touched a sensitive spot, so he stopped asking questions and just smiled and said, "Okay, I won't bother you anymore. Your stuff is great, I'll come back next time."
Zhang Wenfu watched her retreating figure, wondering to himself: Who on earth is this woman? Why does she think Qiu Rui works at the county shoe factory?
Could it be that this elder sister is...?
Suddenly, Zhang Wenfu thought of this. Every time the magazine mailed a letter to Qiu Rui, the address was written to the third sister. Since this elder sister asked this, could she be the editor of Xiaoxiang Magazine?
Zhang Wenfu suddenly revealed the truth.
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"Director Zhu, is that the man?" Not far from Zhang Wenfu, one of the young men pointed at Zhang Wenfu and whispered to a middle-aged man in his forties with a calm face.
Director Zhu looked at Zhang Wenfu, his eyes revealing a bit of scrutiny and contemplation. He nodded gently and said, "How long has he been selling mushrooms on the black market? Have you found out everything? Are you absolutely sure that the mushrooms he sells aren't picked from the mountains, but grown at home?"
Director Zhu lowered his voice, his tone filled with unquestionable certainty.
"Director Zhu, I've been doing some research these days. That man has been selling mushrooms on the black market for three or four months. At first, there were two young girls selling mushrooms, and later a woman in her early thirties joined the man.
When the weather was hot earlier, the mushrooms were picked from the mountains. As the weather got colder, the man was still selling mushrooms. Even when it was snowing outside, he was still selling them.
Normally, there are at least 23 kilograms. It seems that a batch of mushrooms can be produced every seven days, and the amount of mushrooms is no less than 80 kilograms.
Considering all this, I'm certain the man's family has grown mushrooms." Quan Wei told Director Zhu what he had learned.
Earlier in the winter, Quan Wei visited the black market and saw the mushrooms sold by Zhang Wenfu, so he bought some to take home and eat.
Not only did he not expect the taste to be extremely delicious, but he also discovered Zhang Wenfu selling mushrooms on the black market twice in a row. After thinking about it, he guessed that this family must have cultivated mushrooms.
These days, food is in short supply and vegetables are even more precious in winter. Especially in this cold month of winter, it is a miracle to have fresh mushrooms for sale.
More importantly, no one can cultivate mushrooms these days.
Including their Agricultural Bureau.
Upon discovering this big thing, Quan Wei immediately reported it.
If their Agricultural Bureau could master the mushroom cultivation technology, it would not only greatly alleviate the tense situation of winter vegetable supply, but also make an important contribution to national food security.
Quanwei knew the importance of this matter, and before reporting it, he also inquired about the sales situation and made his own preliminary speculation.
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