Chapter 69: Manuscript Request and Book Review
During the Spring Festival of 1982, there were only three legal holidays. Enterprises and government offices returned to work on the fourth day of the first lunar month, while schools would go back a little later.
For Li Ye, who was used to short holidays, it would definitely be extremely uncomfortable, so he made an agreement with Hu Man and others in advance to start normal review on the sixth day of the New Year.
For this, Li Ye felt that he was already a model of diligence among time travelers.
Hu Man and others also understood Li Ye's temper. Even if they went to the Second Grain Store to review, they would arrive at noon, and they would promise not to disturb Li Ye, and would keep any questions to themselves.
However, things went against his wishes. On the morning of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Li Ye had not yet climbed up from the small kang. He was thinking about where to go to visit Li Dayong today, when Wen Leyu came hurriedly and knocked on the door.
"It's not even nine o'clock yet. Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Look! It's a telegram."
Li Ye hurriedly took the telegram and read it carefully.
[There has been some progress, and the return trip may be delayed. Please send the subsequent manuscript to Room 306 of Guangming Hotel on XX Road in Beijing as soon as possible.]
Li Ye read it carefully twice, making sure there was no hidden meaning, then he looked at Wen Leyu and said, "It should be good news."
Wen Leyu nodded vigorously and said with a sour nose: "It's good news."
Li Ye smiled and said, "It's good news, why are you sniffing? Hurry up and help me copy the manuscript, otherwise how can I mail it?"
Li Ye has the habit of keeping the original manuscripts of his novels, so whether it was Blue Ocean Publishing House or Teacher Ke who took away the manuscripts, they were all copied manuscripts.
Although he was lazy during the Chinese New Year, he still wrote about 10,000 to 20,000 words, and it took him most of the day to copy them.
Fortunately, Hu Man and others also came today. The five of them copied 10,000 to 20,000 words, which made the speed much faster.
Before noon, Li Ye went to the post office to mail the manuscript. Wen Leyu finally breathed a sigh of relief and was no longer so anxious.
But just one day later, on the morning of the next day, Teacher Ke’s second telegram arrived.
[The supplementary materials have been sent out, please check them and organize them for use as soon as possible. 】
"Supplementary materials?"
Li Ye was very confused. When he was rewriting "The Deserter in the War", he showed the outline to Teacher Ke.
After many discussions and revisions, the two have basically perfected the outline and plot of the novel. Adding any supplementary materials at this time would not be a good thing for the author.
Sure enough, just on the afternoon of the second day after the telegram arrived, a thick parcel arrived in Li Ye's hands.
[Is this the speed of JD Express? ]
Li Ye felt bad. It was less than 500 kilometers from Beijing to Qingshui County, but in 1982, three to five days was considered fast for parcel delivery.
But this parcel took less than 36 hours to deliver.
It’s confirmed, this is the package sent by the big boss.
When I opened the package, the first thing I found was a letter from Teacher Ke.
The letter told Li Ye that some of the character prototypes in the novel added a lot of details about the battles and life at that time, and asked Li Ye to try to incorporate them into the subsequent manuscripts after screening.
Teacher Ke’s letter was written with sincere words, as if he was not talking to a high school student, but negotiating with an equal writer.
But Li Ye only read it once and understood what Teacher Ke meant - urge me to update, urge me to update, and update me as soon as possible as required.
Li Ye put down the letter and began to look through the "materials" one by one.
Then, for most of the day, he just sat there motionless, like a clay statue.
Wen Leyu next to him was a little scared and pushed him hard.
"What's wrong, Li Ye? Is there something wrong?"
"It's nothing I did, nothing."
Li Ye reacted and smiled at Wen Leyu to reassure her.
But at this moment he really wanted to shout out - "I can't do it!"
This is not some supplementary material at all, this is a post of heated comments from our readers!
[Hello, young author. I have some opinions to tell you that your critical description of the man surnamed Yang is not profound enough. I tell you that you must write clearly about him in XX month of XX year, so as to vent our anger.]
[Comrade author, can you tell me, who told you that he, Gao Yidao, is the best in the whole group in bayonet fighting?
Do you think he dares to brag in front of me? You must write me in. I am XXX from the second row of the first row. Remember to give me a nice nickname! 】
[Comrade author, I want to criticize you. Why did you only show us half of the book? When will the second half arrive? The doctor criticized me for not going to bed on time.]
This special brew is not just a reminder for the next update, it's a death urge!
They can't wait to see the rest of the manuscript tomorrow, but there are still more than one million words left! How do you want Li Ye to write it?
Li Ye sighed to the sky: "It's really not that easy to make money from custom writing!"
This is like writing an online article and a gold medal reader suddenly pops up and asks the author to change a story line or modify a character's personality.
Although the author's brain cells will be burned by the billions, there is always a way to make subtle adjustments.
But you have several readers making requests, one wants the protagonist to go east, another wants the protagonist to go west,
This one wants to be a good guy and go to heaven, and that one wants to be a villain and go to hell, so...how can we change it!
Li Ye threw away the "supplementary materials", took the manuscript paper and started writing quickly.
He didn't plan to revise it, at least not in the near future. He would first write a hundred thousand words according to the draft in his mind and then send it out.
Providing large quantities of content is a great trick for writers. When the writers are working very hard and updating frequently, even the most picky readers will feel sorry for them and try not to find fault.
However, Li Ye focused on writing the novel, while Wen Leyu took the supplementary materials and read them carefully.
As she looked at him, her expression changed. Her little face became wrinkled like a bun and she kept glancing at Li Ye.
Li Ye kept writing and asked her casually, "What's wrong?"
Wen Leyu asked, "Isn't this too difficult?"
Li Ye shook his head: "It's not difficult! Once you get used to it, it will be fine."
Wen Leyu: “.”
Wen Leyu naturally didn't know that when Li Ye was writing online novels in his previous life, he was often criticized by readers to the point of becoming autistic, and over time he developed the ability to have high defense and endurance.
I will try my best to change what can be changed. For what cannot be changed, you can criticize and I will continue.
Li Ye's thoughts flowed smoothly, and he wrote four to five thousand words in one breath, and he only stopped when his wrists felt slightly sore.
Wen Leyu finished copying right after him and helped him put the manuscript away, slowly and listlessly.
Li Ye felt something was wrong, so he asked Wen Leyu: "Are you in a bad mood?"
Wen Leyu nodded her little head twice, pouted her lips, and looked aggrieved.
Li Ye asked warmly, "Can you tell me about it?"
Wen Leyu looked at Li Ye and pondered for a long time.
"Actually, Shi Cheng is my grandfather."
"Um."
Li Ye nodded slightly and didn't ask any more questions.
He had guessed long ago that Shi Cheng's prototype had a very close relationship with Wen Leyu and Teacher Ke.
Wen Leyu added: "My grandfather passed away a few years ago."
Well! No wonder people have forgotten about it. The head of the sect has passed away, so it's not like the eldest brother is almost in trouble.
"Um?"
Li Ye suddenly realized something was wrong.
He sat up straight, looked into Wen Leyu's eyes, and came to his senses after a moment.
Isn’t this the feeling you had when you were on a blind date in your previous life and the girls across from you were introducing their family situations to you?
"My father and brother are in Beianling. I haven't seen them for many years."
"But my father would write to me every month. Although we were far apart, our family bond grew stronger and stronger."
Wen Leyu spoke in a long-winded way, but also very seriously.
Li Ye understood that it was only at this moment that the girl finally opened her heart to him.
Before that, she wrapped herself tightly in a shell of indifference.
If it weren't for the monster Li Ye who was so powerful that he gradually broke through this barrier, she wouldn't know how long she would stop locking herself away.
Wen Leyu pointed at the supplementary materials and said quietly, "I have seen some of these people before, and some of them have been heard of. They are all from my grandfather's generation."
"They are both very stubborn and very competitive. They won't give in to anyone else. If you say anything bad about them, they will just make a scene."
"It's okay. I'm not afraid of difficulties. I have seen even more difficult readers." Li Ye smiled and assured Wen Leyu.
Wen Leyu looked at Li Ye and said with a guilty conscience: "What I mean is that this book "Fleeters in the War" may not be published."
"Can't publish?"
Li Ye was stunned for a moment, then he realized that it was indeed very troublesome with so many people and so many opinions involved.
Wen Leyu nodded: "If it can't be published, you won't get the royalties."
"well?"
Li Ye didn't expect Wen Leyu to give him a twist. At the beginning, it was a family introduction! How did it turn to the manuscript fee later?
Does it matter whether we have money or not?
Why do you look so guilty, like a lioness who shouted "a million-dollar dowry"?
Li Ye said generously: "If you can't get the royalties, then you can't get the royalties! You have to know that writing novels doesn't necessarily mean you will make money.
Many times, failure is just a training before success. "
Wen Leyu's face was full of grievance again: "But if you can't get the manuscript fee, I won't get the proofreading fee! How will I pay for my meals?"
Li Ye was confused.
Everyone ate at the small warehouse of the Second Grain Store. Li Ye charged a symbolic fee of 10 cents per meal.
Because Wen Leyu had the proofreading fee from Li Ye, he always had the right to eat and drink for free.
It’s not that Li Ye didn’t want to give her the money, it’s that she refused to take it.
Li Ye always felt that this girl regarded money as dirt. She would not take any money that was not hers.
As for eating, that is natural. Even those working as odd jobs for landlords are provided with meals, let alone a small proofreader?
But now, what is she thinking?
Your money is mine, is my money also yours?
No, it seems like it’s the proactive and hard-working type that earns a long-term meal ticket?
Li Ye was moved, and whispered to Wen Leyu: "If you want, I can provide you with food until the end of time."
The pool of autumn water in Wen Leyu's big eyes seemed to suddenly freeze.
Then, huge waves arose.
She backed away slowly, like a wary deer, and then suddenly turned and ran.
Listening to the "thump thump thump" footsteps fading away, Li Ye's heart began to beat wildly.
Is this a confession?
Does it count?
That definitely doesn’t count! Otherwise, wouldn’t it be so embarrassing?
The second update was swallowed, and I am applying for restoration. Sigh.
(End of this chapter)
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