Chapter 258 It’s so hard to go home
Cheng Xuyuan now respects Qin Wenhui very much.
After all, he is Fang Yuqing's brother-in-law, and he has helped her a lot.
Not to mention the house in the Overseas Chinese Apartment, Cheng Xuyuan has to thank Qin Wenhui for the two to three thousand yuan in overseas remittance vouchers he received every month for writing "Things about the Ming Dynasty".
These remittance vouchers have ensured that Cheng Xuyuan has no worries about food and clothing in recent days.
"Brother-in-law, just tell me what you want to say."
Qin Wenhui hesitated for a moment and said, "Xiao Cheng, this is what happened."
"The Wenhui Daily, which has a cooperative relationship with us in Hong Kong, recently contacted us again."
"They hope that you can create a work similar to 'Those Things in the Ming Dynasty' and serialize it in their supplement."
"Recently, they have been competing with several rival newspapers. They have hired some famous martial arts writers, and their serialized works have taken the upper hand."
"They couldn't find the corresponding work, so they thought of you."
After hearing what Qin Wenhui said, before Cheng Xuyuan even opened his mouth, Fang Yuqing started to complain: "Brother-in-law, how can Xuyuan have time for something like this?"
"He still has to go to school, and he has to write 'Those Things About the Ming Dynasty' every day."
"You should help Xu Yuan refuse."
Qin Wenhui didn't expect that Fang Yuqing stopped Cheng Xuyuan before he even expressed his opinion.
I felt sad in my heart that once this person got caught up in the whirlpool of emotions, his IQ would be as low as the Mariana Trench!
However, what Fang Yuqing said was true. Cheng Xuyuan was already busy enough, and the request she made seemed a bit high.
But the royalties they offer are very tempting...
"Xiao Cheng, the other party is paying one hundred per thousand words!"
One hundred words equals one thousand. Cheng Xuyuan was a little moved and asked, "One hundred what?"
"It's Hong Kong dollars!" Qin Wenhui smiled and said, "But it's not a small amount, at least it's more than what the Jinwanbao gave."
"But your "Things about the Ming Dynasty" has already been serialized in the "Tonight News", and it won't look good if you suddenly change the place."
Cheng Xuyuan was tempted by the payment of HK$100 per thousand words.
His mind raced as he thought, "One hundred per thousand words is a bit low, but if I take one hundred per thousand words as the base, or increase the fee according to the popularity, I can give it a try."
Hearing Cheng Xuyuan say this, Fang Yuqing's beautiful big eyes widened and she said, "Xuyuan, are you crazy? Four thousand words a day for Jinwanbao is already a lot, how can you still write?"
Cheng Xuyuan said casually: "It's okay, I'm not going to write history this time, I can write a novel of another type for them."
Fang Yuqing said, "That won't work! Your health is more important. Besides, why are you earning so much money now?"
Seeing Fang Yuqing's firm opposition, Cheng Xuyuan smiled and said, "Okay, okay, okay, I'll listen to you!"
The car first sent Fang Yuqing home, and then started to send Cheng Xuyuan.
After the car left Shijingshan, Qin Wenhui said to Cheng Xuyuan: "Xiao Cheng, what are the other novels you are talking about?"
"I'm going to write a novel similar to Huanzhu Louzhu's "Shushan Swordsman"." Cheng Xuyuan said with a smile: "Brother Wenhui, if they are willing to follow my conditions, I can write a little every day."
A novel like "The Legend of Swordsman"?
Although Qin Wenhui didn't like reading books, he had read "The Legend of Swordsman in Shu Mountain" by Huanzhu Louzhu. As thoughts flashed through his mind, he looked at Cheng Xuyuan with some disbelief.
Can Cheng Xuyuan really write such a work? And will Wenhui Daily agree?
Cheng Xuyuan is good at writing novels that seem to be pure literature. Can he really write such popular novels? With doubt in his heart, Qin Wenhui didn't want to dampen Cheng Xuyuan's interest. After all, he was the one who proposed this matter.
"Xiao Cheng, I'll go back and confirm with them and ask for their opinions."
How could Cheng Xuyuan not understand the meaning of Qin Wenhui's words? He didn't care too much about this.
Although he likes money very much, he has too much money now and it seems to be of little use.
Buying a car is out of the question! As for buying a house, he already has one.
Moreover, it seems that we will have to wait for some time for the sale of other courtyard houses.
So there were seven or eight thousand yuan in the account, which was enough for Cheng Xuyuan to spend.
After getting off the car at the district cultural association’s staff quarters, Cheng Xuyuan walked towards his home.
At this time, the sky had gradually darkened, and Cheng Xuyuan even heard a few voices calling children to eat.
Some radios with high volume even played the plot of "Desire": "...Liu Huifang looked at Wang Husheng, her expression..."
Walking under the lights of thousands of homes, Cheng Xuyuan unconsciously felt his mood relax.
When he arrived at the entrance of the corridor, someone finally saw him with the help of the dim street lights.
"Cheng...Cheng Xuyuan, you're back."
Hearing the greeting, Cheng Xuyuan turned around and saw that it was Sister Li wearing a red armband.
Sister Li, who was eating, still had the red armband on her sleeve and didn't feel hot.
Although he thought so in his heart, Cheng Xuyuan still smiled at Sister Li and said, "Sister, I went out to do something and I'm back."
"Is the house in that Overseas Chinese Apartment real?" Sister Li said this, staring at Cheng Xuyuan closely.
Cheng Xuyuan had been asked this question too many times, so he said casually: "It's true."
"Oh, this is a great thing!"
"I told you that someone as capable as you won't stay here for long." Sister Li said this, then glanced at Cheng Xuyuan and asked, "Have you eaten?"
"If not, go to my eldest sister's house and get some."
"Today we had cold noodles at home, using cold water from the well. One bowl of it makes me feel refreshed."
Cheng Xuyuan smiled and said, "Thank you, sister. I really ate it."
Although he drank a lot of wine in the morning, Cheng Xuyuan also ate a lot of food in order to make himself drink more.
So after a good sleep, he really wasn't hungry at all.
Just as Cheng Xuyuan was about to end his conversation with Sister Li, several neighbors holding bowls came over.
It’s not that they haven’t met Cheng Xuyuan before, but now, everyone looks at Cheng Xuyuan as if he is a giant panda.
"Xiao Cheng, has your book really been exchanged for a house in the Overseas Chinese Apartment?" This is our neighbor, Uncle Zhao.
Although Cheng Xuyuan wanted to escape as soon as possible, he could only say, "That's what happened."
"Oh, young people are still amazing!"
"I've been writing for half my life, but I haven't gained anything in return!" Uncle Zhao slapped his thigh, looking a little annoyed.
Cheng Xuyuan really had no way to deal with this.
He could only smile awkwardly at Uncle Zhao as a response.
"Xiao Cheng is really amazing! I heard that an apartment in the Overseas Chinese Apartment costs more than 10,000 yuan!" said a bespectacled, well-mannered man.
"Oh my god, it's over ten thousand, who can afford it?"
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Cheng Xuyuan felt a little overwhelmed by the neighbors watching him as if he were a rare animal, but he couldn't show any impatience in this situation.
Otherwise, everyone's saliva would be enough to make him take a bath.
Just when Cheng Xuyuan was feeling helpless, Niu Wanjia came over and said, "Everyone, let's let Xiao Cheng take a break."
"He was busy all day at a workshop on his work today."
"Once he's rested, we'll have a good chat with him."
In the family building, Niu Wanjia still has some face.
His words immediately made the neighbors surrounding Cheng Xuyuan make way.
"Xuyuan, go and have a rest first, we'll talk later."
"Xiao Cheng, if you haven't eaten, come back to your aunt's place!"
"Xiao Cheng, let's..."
Amidst all the greetings, Cheng Xuyuan returned to his residence with difficulty. After taking two sips of the leftover boiled water from the morning, Cheng Xuyuan let out a long sigh.
He really didn't expect that he would be so tired just going home.
This is almost as good as movie stars in later generations.
Just as Cheng Xuyuan was thinking about moving as soon as possible, there was a knock on the door.
Cheng Xuyuan wanted to not open the door, but he couldn't because his neighbors all knew he was home.
"Xuyuan, open the door quickly, I'm Lao Niu." Niu Wanjia's voice came at this time.
Hearing that it was Niu Wanjia, Cheng Xuyuan walked over and opened the door.
Looking at Cheng Xuyuan who looked exhausted, Niu Wanjia smiled and said, "Xuyuan, I heard you drank a lot this morning?"
Cheng Xuyuan said helplessly: "I wanted to control the quantity, but I didn't manage it in the end."
"Brother Niu, please sit down."
Niu Wanjia did not bother to be polite with Cheng Xuyuan. After sitting down, he said, "It would be strange if you could grasp the situation at that time."
"Let me tell you, the two people from our newspaper said when they went there that they wanted to get you a few glasses of wine."
"Think about it, you are younger than them, you are more famous than them, and now you have exchanged the copyright of your book for a house."
"You can now be said to be a legend in our literary world."
At this point, Niu Wanjia continued, "Look at the enthusiasm of our neighbors. Normally, when they see you, they greet you warmly, but who would surround you like they do now?"
Cheng Xuyuan nodded, knowing that Lao Niu was right.
He smiled and said, "If it weren't for you, Brother Niu, I might not be able to return home now!"
"This is what we should do. By the way, when are you planning to move?" Niu Wanjia asked in a deep voice.
Cheng Xuyuan did not hide the fact of moving. He said solemnly, "Brother Niu, I was planning to move in two days, but considering the situation today, I think we should move tomorrow."
"At least, I don't have to be watched by others."
Looking at Cheng Xuyuan who looked helpless, Niu Wanjia said, "Okay, let me know when we move tomorrow and I'll help you."
After seeing Niu Wanjia off, Cheng Xuyuan's eyes fell on this house of about 30 to 40 square meters.
Although the house is not big and there is only one bed, it is the place where I have lived the longest since I came to this world.
And the possibility of me coming back here is very small.
As thoughts flashed through his mind, Cheng Xuyuan felt that he was not sleepy at all. He poured himself a glass of water, sat down at the small table, and picked up the paper and pen on the bedside.
Thinking about what Qin Wenhui had said to him, he immediately wrote: Zhu Xian...
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