Chapter 351: I can’t spend all the money, I really can’t spend all the money
What was Mr. Miller’s surprise for himself?
When Cheng Xuyuan opened the letter, he was still full of anxiety, but when he saw the contents of the letter, his eyes were full of energy.
Because this is really a big surprise.
This is a remittance slip.
All the memories from his past life made Cheng Xuyuan feel no pressure at all when reading the remittance slip written in English.
Cheng Xuyuan didn't pay much attention to the other contents on the remittance slip. The first thing he noticed was the number on the remittance slip.
After all, it’s the number that matters.
Fifteen thousand US dollars!
Seeing this number, a hint of joy flashed in Cheng Xuyuan's eyes.
Although he still has a lot of money in Hong Kong, these 15,000 US dollars are still a considerable income.
In addition, he had previously received Hong Kong dollars, but now he finally got US dollars.
According to the normal exchange rate, this number is also 50,000 yuan!
Cheng Xuyuan put down the remittance slip and quickly read Mr. Miller's letter. In the letter, Mr. Miller spent most of the space to introduce the performance of the play "The Pursuit of Happyness" to Cheng Xuyuan.
According to Mr. Miller, the play has been performed for more than three months, with nearly a hundred performances, and there is a constant stream of audiences every day.
Although it is a bit exaggerated to say that tickets are hard to come by, according to Mr. Miller's prediction, the future achievements of this drama will definitely not be too low.
The 15,000 US dollars includes not only Cheng Xuyuan's share of the performance, but also royalties from the publication of the novel.
After reading the contents of the letter, Cheng Xuyuan said to Master Wan: "Teacher, this time Mr. Miller really gave us a big surprise."
"Fifteen thousand dollars."
Mr. Wan said seriously, "Making money is one thing. Miller wrote to me and said that he felt your play, The Pursuit of Happyness, had a lot of the same momentum as his play, Death of a Salesman."
"He feels that your work can compete for the opera awards in the United States."
Cheng Xuyuan didn't care too much about winning or not. But seeing the teacher's expression, he smiled and said, "I hope it's as Mr. Miller said."
His answer made Mr. Wan laugh.
After a brief hesitation, Mr. Wan suddenly said, "In his letter to me, Miller praised you as a rare talent for drama."
"He thinks you should go to Broadway for two years to learn from the best of both worlds."
"If you want, he can help you contact study abroad."
"He said that in New York, he has contacts with many good universities, and you can go to school and study drama at the same time."
"According to his estimation, the share of the performance of The Pursuit of Happyness would be enough to cover your tuition for several years."
"What do you think?"
Cheng Xuyuan played with the remittance slip in his hand and smiled, "Teacher, you also knew when Mr. Miller invited me last time."
"I said at the time that I had no desire to learn."
“My answer is still the same this time.”
"It's so nice to be at home. Why do you want to go out and suffer like that?"
Hearing Cheng Xuyuan's answer, Mr. Wan felt relieved but also a little regretful.
In the letter, Mr. Miller, the old friend, praised Cheng Xuyuan highly, saying that he was a rare drama genius.
Mr. Wan naturally agreed with this.
After all, this is his student, and when he is praised, his face also lights up.
As for whether Cheng Xuyuan would go to study or not, he felt a little conflicted.
If he went, he would feel a little reluctant to see his disciple go on such a long journey.
But if he didn't go, he felt that it would be a pity to give up such a rare opportunity for further study! Cheng Xuyuan's refusal made him relax a little, and he couldn't help but say, "Mr. Miller's ability in drama is obvious to all."
"Also, Xuyuan, Broadway drama is very prosperous. If you study there for a while, it will definitely be a huge improvement for you."
"I think you should think carefully about it."
Cheng Xuyuan waved his hand and said, "Teacher, I think all dramas are connected."
"Even if I don't go to Broadway, I think I can still write good works."
"If you think I'm too lazy, why don't I go to the People's Art Theatre more often?"
"That solves the problem!"
Seeing Cheng Xuyuan looking a bit lazy, Elder Wan smiled and said, "You should also put some pressure on yourself instead of being so lazy."
At this point, he said seriously: "You make your own choice in this matter."
"But I still hope that you can go out more and broaden your horizons."
Cheng Xuyuan knew that Master Wan said all this for the good of him as a student, so he smiled and said, "Teacher, I understand your painstaking efforts."
"I will definitely go out more often in the future."
"But for now, I'd better graduate from Yenching University first."
"After all, it's not easy to get into Yenching University."
Elder Wan looked at Cheng Xuyuan, who had a determined look on his face, and stopped trying to persuade him. Instead, he smiled and said, "Okay, you decide on this matter yourself."
"By the way, do you have any ideas about drama recently?"
"I went to the People's Art Theatre a few days ago, and many people were looking forward to your new work!"
Mr. Wan was not just saying this casually, as indeed many people are looking forward to Cheng Xuyuan's new work.
For example, Yu Shizhi and Lan Tianye and others.
Seeing the teacher's serious expression, Cheng Xuyuan knew that if he didn't come up with something today, he would not be able to pass the test.
After pondering for a while, Cheng Xuyuan decided to take one out.
He said solemnly: "Teacher, I have been writing "Things about the Ming Dynasty" these two days, and I happened to write about the Jiajing Dynasty."
Mr. Wan picked up the water cup and took a sip of water and said, "You have written about the Jiajing Dynasty, but I saw in "Learning from History" that it only goes up to the Hongzhi Dynasty!"
Cheng Xuyuan smiled and said, "They are serializing slowly. The main reason here is that Jinwanbao is a bit tight on the demand."
"Go on." Mr. Wan waved his hand.
Cheng Xuyuan said, "Teacher, when I was writing about Emperor Jiajing meeting Hai Rui in the prison, I felt that this could be turned into a play."
"There are only two people, the emperor and Hai Rui."
"And the dialogue between the two people can become the main plot of the play..."
Listening to Cheng Xuyuan's introduction, the smile on Wan Lao's face gradually increased, but then he fell into deep thought.
After thinking it over carefully, he said in a deep voice: "This is a good idea, but let's talk about it later."
Cheng Xuyuan understood what it meant to wait for some time.
He smiled and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Elder Wan looked at Cheng Xuyuan, who didn't look too disappointed, and couldn't help but ask, "You have been using this idea to fool me these days?"
"How could that be?" Cheng Xuyuan said quickly, "Besides this, I have another idea."
As he spoke, Cheng Xuyuan's brain started working rapidly.
"Teacher, I have another idea. It came to my mind when I went to eat Peking duck some time ago..." Gritting his teeth, Cheng Xuyuan decided to take out "The World's Number One Restaurant" from his memory.
Anyway, this will be staged in a few years.
This plot was also in Cheng Xuyuan's mind, so he quickly told Mr. Wan the plot of "The World's Number One Restaurant" in his mind.
At the beginning, Mr. Wan looked somewhat calm.
However, as Cheng Xuyuan explained the story in depth, especially adding some plots from later TV dramas, Mr. Wan's expression suddenly became solemn.
There was a little more surprise in his eyes when he looked at Cheng Xuyuan.
He knew that this student had strong creative abilities, but at this moment, he realized that this disciple's creative abilities were truly extraordinary.
If this story could be written, he felt that in terms of its conception, it would have a bit of the flavor of "Tea House".
"Xuyuan, your story is very creative. If you have such an idea, write it down as soon as possible."
"I think your idea is very good. I am now full of expectations for this work."
"Write it and send it to me to read."
Cheng Xuyuan looked at the teacher with an excited look on his face and said quickly, "Teacher, don't worry, I will send it to you as soon as I finish writing it."
Mr. Wan and Cheng Xuyuan talked about this new work for more than half an hour, until Mr. Wan's face showed fatigue, and Cheng Xuyuan said goodbye and left.
Before he left, Elder Wan looked at him and said, "Xuyuan, I feel more and more that you should go to Broadway to learn."
"You have such a great talent. If you can learn from the strengths of others, you will definitely reach a higher level."
Cheng Xuyuan smiled and said, "Teacher, I will consider your suggestion again."
"But now, I still feel that I have bitten off more than I can chew. I still want to take one step at a time and honestly complete my studies at Yenching University first."
Elder Wan shook his head and said, "You should decide this matter yourself."
"But in the future, if you have nothing to do, go visit the People's Art Theatre more often."
"It's also good to watch more dramas."
After Cheng Xuyuan left Wan's house, he threw the script of "The World's Number One Restaurant" aside. After all, it was a mature script and he only had to copy it.
What Cheng Xuyuan was thinking about was the remittance slip in his hand.
It should be possible to go and pick it up yourself.
However, after seeing the bank's strict requirements on such matters, Cheng Xuyuan decided to ask Qin Wenhui for help.
After all, he was very familiar with this area.
Qin Wenhui has been quite busy at work recently. As his relationship with Lao Mi develops, the number of foreign trade orders has begun to increase.
Their company started to get busy.
When Cheng Xuyuan found him, he was calculating something, but when he saw Cheng Xuyuan, he still smiled and said, "Xuyuan, why are you here?"
Cheng Xuyuan said: "Brother Wenhui, I have something I want to ask you for help, do you have time?"
If someone else had asked, Qin Wenhui might have said that he didn't have time, but Cheng Xuyuan was his own and helped him a lot.
How could he say he didn't have time for such a person? So Qin Wenhui smiled and said, "Come and see me when you have time. I have plenty of time!"
"Xuyuan, if you need any help, just let me know."
Cheng Xuyuan immediately took out the remittance slip in his hand and said, "Brother Wenhui, please help me get the money from this remittance slip."
Looking at the remittance slip for 15,000 US dollars, Qin Wenhui was stunned and said, "Xuyuan, you... why did you come with so much money again?"
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