The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 2, Remuneration

   This is the second time this month that I have received a remittance slip for the author's remuneration. After a few polite greetings, Zhang Xuan took it calmly and his mood did not fluctuate much.

   It was the postman's loud voice that brought back Ruan Xiuqin, who was drinking hot water outside.

"Xiao Lin, I'll trouble you again." Ruan Xiuqin was very familiar with the postman who sent letters for several years. After finding a clean enamel cup filled with hot boiling water, she quickly took a bottle of canned oranges from the bedside table and handed it to others. .

   Ruan Xiuqin was familiar with the postman, and the postman was well aware of the Zhang family’s difficult situation. Instead of picking up the cans, he blew on the boiled water and couldn’t wait to take a sip, saying:

   "Your family Zhang Xuan is really promising. This is the 4th time I have sent him a remittance slip in the past six months. I will definitely become a great writer in the future."

Ruan Xiuqin silently asked for the remittance slip from Zhang Xuan's hand and looked at it, then put it into her clothes pocket familiarly, and said to the postman Lin with a warm smile, "I promise you, if there is a future, it will be you. Well blessed."

   After speaking, Ruan Xiuqin handed the can of oranges to the postman again.

   "No, no, I have this at home." The postman waved his hand hurriedly and declined.

   "There is something at home, it is at home, and it is not easy for you to go out in the cold weather, so just take it and give it a dry mouth."

   Ruan Xiuqin directly stuffed the can of oranges into their postal bag this time, and at the same time whispered to them to keep their son secret.

   "Don't worry, I know it, and I promise it won't be rumored." Postman Lin didn't refuse this time.

  The postman is gone.

Ruan Xiuqin took it to the door, then closed the door, and took out two remittance slips from her clothes pocket and carefully read it over and over again. Although she didn't say anything, her miserable face was full of smiles. The expression of contentment is beyond words.

   Zhang Xuan lowered his eyelids and watched this scene quietly, also silently.

   In his previous life, after unremitting efforts, he was admitted to a good university. When evaluating his grades, he asked Ruan Xiuqin, "What major should I fill in?"

After thinking seriously, Ruan Xiuqin said to him: "We are poor people, don't think too much, you can go to careers, civil servants, teachers, doctors, etc. After two or three generations of accumulation, our family can truly escape poverty and enter the middle class. ."

   Later, as his mother wished, Zhang Xuan became a teacher in a secondary school.

   After becoming a teacher, I usually like to walk around the campus quietly, read books, practice boxing, and talk to friends. Although he can be regarded as a little nerd, his communication is still brilliant.

It was only when he met his mother that Zhang Xuan couldn't learn how to express his intimacy. He used to want to talk to his mother many times when he came home, help her wash her feet, beat her back, and take a walk together. Or hug once and say "Mom, you have worked hard in this life" and "Mom, I love you", but every time I say something, I swallow it back, and love is hard to say in my heart.

  Thinking back together, Zhang Xuan glanced at his mother, who was still happy alone, and opened the parcel, which contained a "Zhiyin" magazine and a piece of letter paper.

  Because the "Zhiyin" magazine is very popular these days, Zhang Xuan has successfully handed it three manuscripts because of its high remuneration, and both parties are familiar with it.

   Roughly flipped through this issue, it was all fried rice with soup but no dressing, nothing to look at, so I didn’t want to throw it aside.

   then unfolded the letter.

  Before the stationery: The editor is still the same old rhetoric. As always, he praised Zhang Xuanwen for his sophisticated writing, rich content, clear layers, and accurate analysis of urban emotions, which is fascinating...

   After a quick glance at the front, the last paragraph caught Zhang Xuan's attention.

Um? what's the situation? The editor actually invited the manuscript to himself? Make yourself one of the regular staff writers?

  An article of 5,000 words per issue, you can write essays, you can write a love story, you can write about the feelings of the city and so on.

   Look again, you are right! Really invited!

  Although he was still at the stage of testing the water, his heart suddenly became much brighter.

  As a reborn old yb, don't watch too much about the love affair between men and women. How did the young man say, if you want to live a good life, you have to have a little green on your body...

   As a bystander who watched the rise and fall of the "Zhiyin" magazine, he almost understood the reason for the existence of this magazine.

   Zhiyin Magazine now has a huge readership. Moreover, due to the cultural background of this era, most Chinese people, especially the middle-aged and above, are emotionally depressed. One of the accompanying characteristics is that they like to spy on the private lives of others involving men and women, and they choose food, even the worst and most hypocritical. But also the most needed.

   These people tend to like to take a sip of tea, then sit comfortably and applaud those green hat articles.

   And what is a green hat article?

   Zhang Xuan has long grasped the twisted hearts of such readers.

As long as you pick up a pen and write an article "Those men and women in love have negative IQs, even if you knit green hats one after another, you still praise the other party for their good craftsmanship", you can guarantee a good reputation and sell well, and then the manuscript fee will be more. .

   Of course, Zhang Xuan never wrote about ordinary people. Because the people at the bottom who make a living in order to survive can't make the readers happy, and they can't let them enjoy a little sense of superiority in schadenfreude.

  Only by writing about the relationship between men and women involved in the unfortunate celebrity or the downfall of so-and-so, and entrepreneurs, can they make a full house and point out the spring and autumn with emotion.

   This is why Zhiyin Magazine exists. On the premise of not going online and not involving sensitive issues and sensitive people, as long as there is "fire", more readers will be tempted, the circulation of the magazine will be large, and the income of the author will also be high. For this reason, Zhiyin organizes such manuscripts, and is willing to pay...

   The draft of the letter said one thousand words and one hundred and fifty.

   This payment is relatively high compared to other books, newspapers and magazines, but for a large publication like Zhiyin, it is only average.

   And at this time, "Zhiyin" was a monthly magazine, with one manuscript per month, each with 5,000 words, which was actually not much money.

   Zhang Xuan, who was thinking about earning more money, sighed, and it seemed that his eyes were still more on other newspapers.

For example, "Xiaoxiang Metropolis Daily", "Changsha Evening News", "Xiaoxiang Morning News", "Today Express", "Market Guide" and other urban newspapers, although these newspapers have an article of several hundred words, the manuscript fee is only 20 yuan to 50 yuan Yuan varies, but the victory lies in the quantity.

   If you are lucky a month, you can earn hundreds of dollars.

   It should be known that the ordinary salary of many people is still around 100 to 200, and the higher coastal salary is only 400 or 600 in January.

   Thinking like this, it is actually a lot of income, and Zhang Xuan should have been satisfied.

   But when he saw the mess at home, thinking about the accumulated tens of thousands of foreign debts for a second would make him panic.

   They all say how bold people are and how productive the land is.

  In this period of great social change, Zhang Xuan could smell the air full of money when he sniffed, and he really wanted to put down his studies and go to Shencheng and Hainan.

   Going to roll his arms to earn some money and help his family improve their lives. He really doesn't want to live a day when he has to worry about the next meal, and eight out of ten meals are sweet potato rice.

   For the past six months, he has been dreaming about earning money, and he even thought of a booklet for serious and unscrupulous ways of earning money.

   There are thousands of serious doorways in this period, so I won’t talk about them.

   Let's just say it's not serious, Zhang Xuan feels that with his beautiful skin, he won't starve to death when he goes outside...

   It is the so-called young people who do not know the fragrance of soft rice, and mistakenly put their youth into the wrong seedlings; When you meet a good person, you start a family first, when you meet a noble person, you start a business, and when you meet a rich woman, you start a family and start a business.

  I am so eager to make money, so eager that I am willing to roll around the world naked.

   But cast a glance at his skinny, loose-skinned mother, Zhang Xuan pressed down this fiery heart again.

He knew that if he offered to give up the college entrance examination and go out to earn money, Comrade Ruan Xiuqin would change his face faster than the sky. Desperately like Saburo, Sayazi chased herself to the ends of the earth.

   After thinking about it and forcibly comforting himself that he was not ready to make money, he went round and round, and Zhang Xuan's method of making money fell on the remuneration.

   After all, he was a university teacher, and he usually read a lot of books and newspapers, so he couldn't be bothered by this.

   Sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, Zhang Xuan took out his pen and ink and started to write. The story to be written this time is "The air conditioner is haunted in the middle of the night.

   He intends to innovate, to sublimate the extravagant love and private life, add some supernatural, add some horror, and add some feelings.

   I hope that this method will be liked by more readers and further favored by editors. Let me mention this remuneration again.

  Handwriting 5,000 words in a grid-climbing way, Zhang Xuan has been writing from noon to afternoon, and his wrist is a little sore.

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