Chapter 431: Requesting for Manuscripts
As a mother, Meng Fanjin can be said to be the person who cares the most about Fang Yuqing.
At this moment, she felt that her daughter was a little different from before.
It's not that it's badly different, it's that it's just too good.
Not only did he look radiant, but there was also something wrong with the way he looked at Cheng Xuyuan.
It seemed that there was only Cheng Xuyuan in her eyes.
Am I overthinking this?
Or maybe it was because Cheng Xuyuan came back, so my usually listless daughter suddenly became energetic, so I had...
Thoughts surged in Meng Fanjin's mind, making her feel suspicious for a moment.
Fang Gengsheng didn't notice anything unusual about his daughter. He sat on the sofa and chatted with Cheng Xuyuan about the situation in the United States.
He had never been to the United States, and his knowledge of the United States was all from books. As he listened to Cheng Xuyuan's explanation, he frowned slightly.
According to Cheng Xuyuan, he felt that the United States was much more advanced than he thought.
"Xuyuan, you said that the hotel you live in costs three or four hundred US dollars a day. Is that true?" Fang Yuning said a little incredulously.
Cheng Xuyuan smiled and said, "Sister, the consumption level in the United States is a bit high, and this is the most prosperous place in the United States, so the consumption is even higher."
Hearing Cheng Xuyuan say this, Fang Yuning said with emotion: "It can't be so expensive."
"You made more than a year's salary in one night."
Fang Yuning's words immediately moved the hearts of those present.
Especially Qin Wenhui, who was playing with the watch that Cheng Xuyuan bought for him, said carefully: "Xuyuan, this watch is not cheap, right?"
Qin Wenhui's watch is of the same brand as Fang Yuanfeng's, but the models are different, and the prices are similar.
Seeing Qin Wenhui's formal look, Cheng Xuyuan said casually: "It's just over a thousand US dollars, Brother Wenhui, just wear it."
At this point, he saw the strange looks from everyone in the Fang family, and hurriedly explained, "Uncle Fang, I told you before that when Mr. Miller came to our country, he fell in love with my script of When Happiness Knocks on the Door."
"This play is very popular in New York now, and has been performed more than 200 times."
"I get a share of every game."
After hearing Cheng Xuyuan's explanation, Fang Gengsheng felt relieved. He asked in a deep voice, "How much money did you make from this drama?"
Cheng Xuyuan said: "Now it's about 50,000 or 60,000 US dollars. This time when I went there, Mr. Miller gave me a share."
Fifty or sixty thousand US dollars!
Qin Wenhui, who was feeling a little hot because he was holding a watch worth thousands of US dollars, suddenly felt relieved.
Cheng Xuyuan has so much money, it's only right that I help him spend some of it.
Fang Gengsheng looked at Cheng Xuyuan strangely, wanting to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.
In fact, at this moment, he really didn't know what to say.
After all, Cheng Xuyuan's money was earned through hard work. As a future father-in-law, it would be bad for him to say too much.
Meng Fanjin is a very good cook, and Cheng Xuyuan had been eating Western food in New York for half a month, so he enjoyed the meal very much this time.
Seeing Cheng Xuyuan wolfing down the food, Meng Fanjin felt very happy.
For a chef, the greatest achievement is that others think the food he cooks is delicious.
"Xuyuan, is the food in the United States really that bad?" Fang Yuning asked with a smile.
Cheng Xuyuan said: "I don't know how other people feel about Western food, but I think it's okay to eat a little Western food occasionally, but if you eat too much, I can't stand it."
"A friend of Mr. Miller suggested that I study abroad in the United States, but I said I couldn't get used to American food and refused directly."
Fang Yuqing was sitting next to Cheng Xuyuan eating, and when she heard him say that, she immediately looked towards him.
The two of them were together for the entire afternoon, but Cheng Xuyuan didn't mention this matter.
Facing Fang Yuqing's inquiring gaze, Cheng Xuyuan smiled and said, "It's not a big deal."
Fang Yuqing smiled and accepted this explanation.
After dinner, although Fang Yuqing was reluctant to leave, Cheng Xuyuan still said goodbye and left after ten o'clock.
Qin Wenhui, who was driving, wanted to give him a ride, but he refused. He rode his bicycle back to his residence alone.
Cheng Xuyuan made himself a cup of tea and looked at the somewhat empty room, and couldn't help but think of Fang Yuqing.
if……
But this is just thought. After all, he and Fang Yuqing have not graduated yet. If they want to get married, they have to wait until after graduation.
With a trace of melancholy, Cheng Xuyuan lay on the bed, but the pain brought by the jet lag made it difficult for him to fall asleep.
Helplessly, Cheng Xuyuan could only sit back at his desk.
I haven't written the article I promised to write for Tonight's Newspaper yet, and I seem to owe Yenching Literature and Art an article.
Thinking of Yanjing Literature and Art, Cheng Xuyuan inexplicably thought of Shen Yumo.
She should be fine!
Thinking of Shen Yumo who had gone to the East China Sea, Cheng Xuyuan felt a little melancholy in his heart.
But then, Cheng Xuyuan put this trace of melancholy aside and began to write seriously on the manuscript paper.
The next morning, Cheng Xuyuan did not go to school to see Fang Yuqing immediately, but went to Muxidi.
When he came back this time, he not only bought some gifts for his teacher, but also brought greetings and gifts from Mr. Miller to his teacher.
It must be delivered today.
After calling Muxidi in advance, Cheng Xuyuan rode his bike to Mr. Wan’s residence in Muxidi.
Mr. Wan was reading at home. When he saw Cheng Xuyuan come in, he smiled and said, "Xuyuan, I heard that your trip to New York was not in vain."
"When you came back yesterday, Mr. Miller called me and praised you highly, saying that you are extremely talented and unmatched by most people!"
There was a lot of pride in Mr. Wan's words.
After all, it is very proud to have a student who is praised by old friends.
Cheng Xuyuan smiled and said, "Teacher, I am just young and energetic, so I find something to do for myself."
Hearing Cheng Xuyuan say this, the smile on Wan Lao's face deepened.
He smiled and said, "Mr. Miller spoke very highly of the seven short stories you sent me, but you can't tell me over the phone. Tell me what these short stories are."
Cheng Xuyuan looked at Mr. Wan who was curious, and immediately told him about his novels, including The Shawshank Redemption.
When Mr. Wan listened to the content of the first article, his heart was filled with emotion.
Although he doesn't write much now, his years of experience tell him that the short story Cheng Xuyuan mentioned is not only very attractive, but the deep meaning implied in it is also worthy of exploration.
Also, this story is very suitable for adaptation into a drama or a movie.
This student of mine is really...
The Shawshank Redemption, The Truman Show, Forrest Gump...
Cheng Xuyuan recited the contents of the seven short stories in one breath and said, "Teacher, Mr. Miller wanted to say that someone wanted to adapt these novels, but I didn't agree."
"These novels haven't had much influence yet, so they can't be sold at a good price."
“So I said wait a little longer.”
Master Wan said: "You did the right thing, Xuyuan, you can make your own decisions on your own affairs. If you need any support, you can come to the teacher."
"But how can you be so familiar with American living habits?"
Cheng Xuyuan smiled and said, "Teacher, I just read too many English books, you know, I can basically remember everything I read."
Hearing this, Mr. Wan suddenly stopped talking.
This child's memory is really terrifying. Such a good student makes him, as a teacher, feel stressed! After having a meal with Mr. Wan, Cheng Xuyuan returned to the campus.
During class, Fang Yuqing and I became more and more inseparable. Since the two of us broke through the last step, we have been sneaking to the Overseas Chinese Apartment more often.
Of course, both of them were very cautious in this kind of thing.
The class had only been going on for a week when Zhang Dening, who had heard that Cheng Xuyuan had returned, came to the door.
"Cheng Xuyuan, when will you give me the manuscript you promised me?" This was the first sentence Zhang Dening said after he stopped Cheng Xuyuan.
Facing the aggressive Zhang Dening, Cheng Xuyuan couldn't help but laugh and said, "De Ning, if you take an axe now, I think it will be more effective."
Hearing Cheng Xuyuan's joke, Zhang Dening couldn't help laughing.
She greeted Fang Yuqing who was beside Cheng Xuyuan, and then complained, "Xuyuan, you don't know that our editor-in-chief talks about manuscripts every time he has a meeting."
"Moreover, he specifically told me that Xuyuan still needed to submit a manuscript?"
"It's as if they were saying that Kong Yiji hasn't been here for a long time and still owes him nineteen cents."
Speaking of this, Zhang Dening started laughing.
Cheng Xuyuan looked at Zhang Dening's smile and smiled bitterly in his heart. He could imagine the look on Li Qingquan's face when he said this.
"Xuyuan, I know you write fast. It's been two or three months since you wrote Soldiers Assault. It's time to start writing."
Zhang Dening said, "Why don't I come pick it up next week? Just a short story will do."
Looking at Zhang Dening who looked expectant, Cheng Xuyuan suddenly thought of the short stories of The Shawshank Redemption that he had rewritten for Mr. Wan to read, and immediately said, "Dening, when I went to the United States, I wrote a few novels about the United States. Why don't you publish one?"
Zhang Dening knew that Cheng Xuyuan went to the United States, but she didn't expect that Cheng Xuyuan also wrote a novel about the United States.
"Bring it here, let me take a look." Zhang Dening said, "If it's usable, you can give us the manuscript you owe us later."
Fang Yuqing stood aside, watching Cheng Xuyuan and Zhang Dening talking, but didn't say anything. But at this moment, she couldn't help but ask, "Sister Dening, if Xuyuan's manuscript can be used, doesn't that mean he has paid off your debt?"
Zhang Dening said, "Yuqing, he promised before that he would write a short story specifically for us."
“This isn’t written just for us.”
As she spoke, she continued, "Xuyuan, hurry up and take it out so I can see it."
Cheng Xuyuan said: "Let's go, my manuscript is in the Overseas Chinese Apartment, let's go get it together."
When they arrived at the Overseas Chinese Apartment, Cheng Xuyuan took out the seven manuscripts that Mr. Wan had just returned and said, "Take any one you want."
Zhang Dening looked at all the manuscripts, took one with a smile and said, "I'll go back to our editorial department and let Lao Li take a look and then decide which one to take."
As she spoke, she turned and left: "Yuqing, I'll come play with you later."
(End of this chapter)
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