Chapter 8: Recycling Life Support Station Looking at Second-hand...
Chapter 8
Lin Mujin and her brother searched for a long time before they found this recycling and maintenance station hidden in a corner.
The two looked at each other and both felt that it was not easy.
Lin Muli urged, "Sister, go in and take a look. If there's nothing suitable, we can go home."
The roads here are very narrow and dark, giving people a sense of insecurity.
Lin Mujin also felt it and said, "Well, let's go in and take a look."
It's very messy inside, but it has nothing to do with them. Just be careful where you step and don't step on anything.
Lin Mujin asked directly, "Boss, do you have a second-hand Chinese typewriter?"
The middle-aged boss was very taciturn and only replied with one word, "Yes."
So I went to the inner room and brought out three.
Lin Mujin wanted to rub her eyes. What is that?
She wasn't making a fuss. The boss brought out three machines, one of which was from German Rhine. There was nothing much to say.
She was surprised by the other two. Are these typewriters?!
A large iron plate is densely covered with Chinese characters, so the meaning of this typewriter is that if you want to type a word, you just look for it on the iron plate and press it.
Is this a typewriter or a woodblock printer?
How can this save any effort? The time I would have spent looking for the words has already been spent writing them.
Perhaps the only advantage is that it goes from being more taxing on the hands to being more taxing on the brain and eyes.
She was a little discouraged.
I sighed softly. Since I was here, I might as well consider it an experience even if I don’t buy anything.
Handing everything in her hand to her younger brother, she walked forward, squatted down and began to look at it.
A double-song playing machine, I saw that it was made in Tianjin.
The other one is a domestically produced Feiyu, produced in Shanghai.
She didn't know the price of the two domestic typewriters, but she thought they must be much cheaper than the "Rhine".
Then Lin Mujin checked the appearance again. Rhine was a bit old, about 60% new.
As for Shuangge and Feiyu, they are both about 80% new.
"Can I press the key?" Lin Mujin asked.
The boss nodded and said, "Yeah."
He was so thoughtful as to bring me some white paper.
With the help of her boss, Lin Mujin placed the white paper and began to test one by one.
She used the English typewriter very smoothly, but unfortunately all the words came out were in English, not Chinese.
As for the other two, she wanted to call "Hello", and then searched for a long time, emmmm......
In her previous life, her publishing house also had an antique typewriter, a Sitong Chinese typewriter with a small turquoise screen. The keyboard was similar to a computer keyboard, but with Chinese characters marked on it. Out of curiosity, she tried typing on it. Apart from the loud keyboard sound, it could be used normally.
"What are the prices of these two?" I asked out of pure curiosity.
"Three hundred for Shuangge and two hundred and forty for Feiyu," the boss replied.
Lin Mujin took another look. The price wasn't expensive, but she had no intention of buying it. "Sorry, boss, I don't particularly like it."
After saying that, he took the shopping bag from his younger brother and turned to leave.
"Let's go have lunch. What do you want to eat?" Lin Mujin asked her younger brother.
Lin Muli replied, "Pineapple bun."
Lin Mujin asked again, "It's not easy for you to come out here, let's eat something that's not easy to make at home."
The last two of them went to eat roast goose rice, which cost 16 yuan per portion.
After dinner, we took the bus home.
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"These shoes are mine! They look so nice!"
Cousin Lin looked at the shoes from left to right, her love for them evident in words.
Lin Mujin raised the corner of her mouth. She was naturally happy that her family liked her gift. "Sister, try it quickly."
"Wait a minute, let me change my socks." Cousin Lin changed her socks quickly.
Lin Mujin was speechless. She washed her feet every day, so what was the big deal?
After changing her shoes, Cousin Lin went outside and walked around in circles.
That night at dinner, the whole family wore new shoes, and the food seemed even more delicious.
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More than half a month passed in a flash, and Lin Mujin was also finishing her first short novel "The Beautiful and Colorful Spring in the Red Mansion".
"A thousand reds weep, a thousand beauties mourn together, the white earth is truly pure... The fairies have weathered their love tribulations, their magical powers soaring. In the illusory world of Taixu, they drink nectar and discuss their next journey to the mortal world for training."
“Done!”
I couldn't help but snap my fingers and walked around the room in a frustrated circle.
She put the letter away, but this time she didn't plan to mail it. Instead, she would go to the newspaper office in person.
This is called seeing things through to the end.
In fact, she was afraid that the newspaper would not give her the final payment. Don't think it's impossible. There are too many uncertainties in tabloid newspapers.
"Uncle, I'm going to the newspaper office. If I come back late at noon, you can eat first and don't wait for me."
After giving the instructions, Lin Mujin put on her bag and went out.
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"Editor-in-Chief Wang, this is the final part, about 5,000 words." Lin Mujin handed over the manuscript.
Editor Wang read it quickly and nodded in satisfaction. "The ending is good, and there are metaphors. By the way, what is your uncle going to write next?"
Lin Mujin quickly waved her hands, "We don't let him write anymore. He's so exhausted from rushing to finish the manuscript that he looks pale. Money is good, but health is more important."
Editor-in-Chief Wang was a little anxious. "Don't stop writing. He has a good writing style and his first novel received good reviews. You have to persevere."
Lin Mujin complained a little, "Half of the royalties I earned went into medicine."
Editor-in-Chief Wang also understood that this was because he was dissatisfied with the low salary. "The manuscript fee can be raised appropriately."
Lin Mujin's eyes lit up, and he raised his snake to the stick, "How much can you lift?"
Editor-in-Chief Wang tapped the table. "If the quality is similar to your first novel, I can guarantee a 10% increase."
Lin Mujin frowned, "Editor-in-Chief Wang, this price increase is really insincere. How about this: 4,000 words a day from now on, 20 yuan per thousand words."
Editor-in-Chief Wang immediately shook his head, "No! No! Twenty dollars is too much, and I haven't even seen the manuscript yet."
Lin Mujin lowered her head and pulled out another manila envelope from her bag, explaining, "Hey, my uncle really loves writing, but we're really worried about his health, so we thought of lying to him and saying the newspaper wouldn't accept him so he could rest and recuperate. But you, Editor-in-Chief Wang, questioning my uncle's writing skills is intolerable!"
Editor-in-Chief Wang opened the letter, and her cheeks soon looked as if they were stained with rouge.
Lin Mujin raised her eyebrows and twisted her mouth. This time she had three chapters full of explosive material, which was absolutely fascinating.
You little bastard! I can’t handle you!
Originally, she didn't plan to continue writing such crappy articles, fearing that it would fail socially.
She had made an outline for a martial arts novel before, but she was afraid that the new novel she wrote would not have an audience.
Some people may say that it is not difficult and she can just write traditional martial arts novels. But the problem is that traditional martial arts novels were out of fashion when she was in college and she has not been exposed to them since she started working, so she is afraid that she will not be able to write well.
It is with this in mind that she decided to add her imagination to write new martial arts novels, which is her advantage.
But whether this innovation would be accepted was still unknown. In order to avoid any mishap, she had to continue writing a second short article.
She hopes that the new martial arts novel will do better. She doesn't want to go further and further down the wrong path of writing such a poor novel!
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