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Chapter 100 Feng Huacheng

When he came out of the magazine, he thought about the Feng Huacheng he met just now, but Wang Zhong's heart skipped a beat.

In the original plot, Feng Huacheng didn't seem to be doing well after he arrived in Jichun. Later, he seemed to be for the sake of superiority, and he was no longer as rigid as before, until he gave gifts to people and knew how to canvass votes.

But Zhou Rong, who prides herself on being noble, disliked Feng Huacheng's behavior in every possible way, and didn't look down on her at all.

For this reason, the couple finally ended up in divorce.

This was nothing to Zhou Rong, but to Feng Huacheng, it was also a relief, not having to live under Zhou Rong's heavy pressure.

But for Feng Yue, it was undoubtedly another bolt from the blue.

Parents divorced, went their separate ways, and the children were the ones who got hurt in the end.

Although Feng Yue's mouth is very stubborn, but in his heart he is very eager to get the love from his parents.

Otherwise, after Zhou Rong and Feng Huacheng approached her a few times, she made a concession and was willing to go back to the optical film to live with Zhou Rong and his wife on weekends.

Without Feng Yue, Wang Zhong wouldn't bother to take care of Zhou Rong's bad things, but now Feng Yue has to think for Feng Yue.

The next day, Wang Zhong found a teahouse outside and ordered a pot of Biluochun, but Feng Huacheng came late.

"I'm sorry Bingkun, I was delayed by some trifles and kept you waiting." Feng Huacheng said politely.

Wang Zhong signaled him to sit down with his hand: "It's okay, I didn't wait long."

"I don't know what kind of tea you like to drink, so I ordered a pot of Biluochun, and I will drink some." While talking, Wang Zhong had already poured him a cup.

"You can drink whatever you want." Feng Huacheng was very happy that Wang Zhong was able to come to him. Feng Huacheng knew that the reason why Wang Zhong didn't like him so much was because Zhou Rong went to Qian Province to find him in spite of everyone's objections. for the sake.

"By the way, you came here to find me on purpose. What's the matter?"

"It's really something." Wang nodded and said: "Now you have joined the Provincial Writers Association and have a staff. How about your salary?"

Feng Huacheng didn't know what Wang Zhong's plan was, but it wasn't a secret, "I just joined the Writers' Association, my rank is not high, and my salary is naturally not high, just over 100 yuan a month."

Even if the level goes up, the salary will not be much higher. Writers generally rely on their works to speak, not on salary.

As for Feng Huacheng's works, they were quite popular in the past, and were even invited by Yan University to give speeches, but now, everyone has a different opinion.

"More than 100 yuan a month, plus the author's remuneration, how much can it add up, three hundred? Five hundred?" Wang Zhong asked directly.

Feng Huacheng smiled awkwardly and shook his head, "How can there be so many, at most there are only more than 300."

That is, the monthly manuscript fee fluctuates around one or two hundred.

If this was placed ten years ago, it would have been a high income.

But now it has been 11, and it has been [-] years since the reform and opening up. Although Jiangliao Province, as an industrial base, took the pace of reform and opening up later and smaller than other provinces, the income of writers is not as high as that of other provinces. Not much less.

Let’s just talk about Wang Zhongba. In the [-]s, not long after he started to publish his works, he was already several hundred in a month, but after a few years of work, he saved [-] to [-] yuan in manuscript fees, and bought a courtyard house in Yanjing. , and have money to invest in He Damao, and get on the ride of reform and opening up.

Writers are high-income people in this era, and Feng Huacheng's income is really a bit low.

"Where's your collection of poems?" Wang Zhong asked again: "Hasn't it been published?"

"It's published, but the sales volume is not good!" Wang Zhong's question is tantamount to stabbing Feng Huacheng's wound and adding salt.

Even in Feng Huacheng's most prosperous years, the sales volume of his published poetry collections was average, and a high-quality poem could not be written casually.

It takes time to settle down, and the sudden flash of inspiration is needed. The right time, place and people are all indispensable.

As the saying goes, money is a man's guts. Although this statement is a bit crude, it is reasonable but not crude. If Feng Huacheng could be like Wang Zhong, if the monthly manuscript fee was constant, then when he was in Yanjing, he would not In order to settle down with Zhou Rong, she ran to the library to work.

There is no need to squeeze into the small dormitory that is as small as a bakery, and there is no need to lose her daughter to Wang Zhong in order to maintain Zhou Rong's quality of life, and it has been so many years since she lost her.

Now there is no need to crowd with Zhou Rong in Zhou Rong's dormitory, and there is no need to reunite with her daughter on weekends, just run back to the optical film with Zhou Rong, and squeeze with Zhou Rong's parents.

Thinking of this, looking at Wang Zhong, who was well-dressed across the street, Feng Huacheng remembered that when he was in Yanjing, he and Zhou Rong squeezed into the dormitory with only a dozen square meters, but Wang Zhong brought a large family , living in a courtyard with spacious and bright rooms and many houses.

Don't want to know, just want to startle.

Feng Huacheng only tasted it this time. It was 78 when Wang Zhong led a large family to Yanjing. At that time, it was still a planned economy, and everything needed tickets for basic necessities. Beijing was useless at all, and apart from Wang Zhong, Li Suhua and the others couldn't get Yanjing's bill at all, so they could only exchange it with money, or go to the Pigeon Market to buy it.

In that case, it lasted for more than three years. By the time Wang Zhong graduated, the planned economy had not yet ended. Under such high-intensity pressure, Wang Zhong could still persist in completing high-intensity studies, and I also brought my family to live a good life. I lived a happy life. Not to mention meat for three meals a day, but I can see meat every day, and the children can often eat snacks. Feng Yue's new clothes have never been broken.

Thinking of these, Feng Huacheng felt a deep sense of shame.

Looking at Feng Huacheng, who looked a little lonely on the opposite side, Wang Zhong said, "Do you know what the monthly salary of an ordinary editor in our magazine was last month?"

Feng Huacheng, who came back to his senses, shook his head. He didn't have any acquaintances in Jichun, except Shao Jingwen. The relationship was not bad, but it was only limited to ordinary friends.

Wang Zhongdao: "Last month, an editor in charge of proofreading received a salary of 30.00 and a bonus of [-]. At the end of the year, there will be a performance award, which is [-]% of the monthly salary."

Feng Huacheng calculated frantically in his mind. After this calculation, the average monthly salary can be [-], and this does not include bonuses.

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Feng Huacheng lost his composure for an instant.

Wang Zhongke said, that is the most common editor in charge of proofreading, so what about the other high-level editors in their magazine?Where is the editor in chief?What about Shao Jingwen, the president?

Before he could recover, Wang Zhong continued: "The sales of "Prehistoric" have been steadily increasing in the past few months, and Lao Shao has already started contacting channels from other provinces. As long as [-]% is required, the sales of "Prehistoric" will definitely increase. Go up a few more steps, and the bonus will be multiplied several times every month."

Going to the whole country, the sales will rise to a higher level, and the most important thing is to double the bonus several times.

Feng Huacheng was completely paralyzed. That doesn't mean that for a small editor in charge of proofreading, after a month, his salary plus bonus can equal his income for several months or even half a year.

Subconsciously swallowed, Feng Huacheng looked at Wang Zhong and asked, "Your magazine pays so much for its employees? Can you still make money?"

Seeing Feng Huacheng's reaction, Wang Zhong knew that his goal had been achieved.

"Why can't you transfer money? There's an old saying that goes well. If you want the horse to run, but don't feed the horse, how can there be such a good thing in this world."

"Our publishing house is not a public institution. The purpose we pursue is to go up to those who are capable, and to go down to those who are useless. As long as you can create value for the magazine, the magazine will give you corresponding rewards. We are not an iron rice bowl. You can only pay more in salary."

"Speaking so much, do you want me to go to your magazine?" Feng Huacheng looked at Wang Zhong, not knowing whether he was attracted by the rare high salary or because of something, suddenly there was a bit of anticipation in his heart.

Wang nodded and said, "I really mean that."

"But I write modern poetry, which is different from your magazine's business!" Of course, it's not just because of this reason. As Wang Zhong said just now, although Feng Huacheng's salary in the Writers Association is not high, the key It is an iron rice bowl, and the income is guaranteed in drought and flood, so there is no need to worry about losing your job.

But Wang Zhong and Shao Jingwen's magazines are different.

Wang Zhong said: "Yesterday, I discussed with Lao Shao. We plan to set up another studio under the magazine. For the time being, I will be the person in charge of the studio. I will provide the outline. The members of the studio will ghostwrite. If you can write a work that satisfies me, you can publish it in our magazine, and the studio will take 30.00% of the manuscript fee, and the remaining 70.00% will go to the ghostwriter."

"Just the manuscript fee?" Feng Huacheng immediately got to the point.

"It's just the manuscript fee!" Wang Zhong said: "If it can be published, as long as the sales can reach a certain level, a part of the royalties can also be given. However, I haven't discussed this with Lao Shao. The specific plan has to wait for us to discuss and discuss it. I’ll talk about it later, but I can guarantee that there will definitely be a share.”

"Then does this studio have a basic salary?"

"Yes, but it won't be very high. After discussing with Lao Shao, it is tentatively set at 100 yuan a month, because the interest of this studio is different from that of ordinary editors, and it is more inclined to train a writer of martial arts mythology novels."

"Think about it, although you have never been exposed to martial arts mythological novels, after you have successfully written a few novels and accumulated experience, you feel that your ability has reached a certain level, you can leave the studio, or you can directly contact the studio Terminate the contract and create independently, as long as the writing is good and the quality meets the requirements of our magazine, not only can it be serialized, but the magazine can also arrange publication."

Feng Huacheng was moved.

A novel is different from a poem. A novella has 40 million words. Calculated at 4000 words and 70.00 yuan, it is 2000 yuan. [-]%, that is more than [-] yuan. If you write it, it is only three or four It looks like a month, and the outline is fixed. As long as the plot is supplemented and the pen is polished, the difficulty is much easier than original creation.

Even if I only order one movie in a year, and get more than 2000 RMB in manuscript fees, plus a basic salary of 100 yuan per month, the income in a year is about [-] RMB.

Feng Huacheng's current monthly income is just over 100, and the manuscript fee is more than 100. It's not monthly, but the total is less than 200. After 4000 months of the year, even with the subsidies for the holidays , and less than [-] yuan.

And if he is diligent enough, he must be able to write more than 40 to [-] characters, just look at Wang Zhong.

At the beginning, Wang Zhong was working part-time while writing books. After a year, he could write 34 characters at a time. If he was full-time, as long as the inspiration can keep up, then this number can still be increased.

Moreover, Feng Huacheng, who was originally a man in the literary world, naturally understood writing novels.

only!

Feng Huacheng himself was a famous poet in the past, and he looked down on literati and was born with arrogance, especially Feng Huacheng, who once had unlimited scenery.

Although the reality is cruel, the pride that grows in the bones is not so easy to let go.

Lowering his head, looking at the teacup on the table, looking at the brightly colored tea in the cup, Feng Huacheng fell into deep thought. Wang Zhong didn't pick up the teacup and drank it down, but poured another cup and drank it up again.

It's not because they all taste good, it's just that I feel thirsty. After a long discussion just now, it's strange if I'm not thirsty.

"I'll think it over!"

It took a long time before Feng Huacheng raised his head, looked at Wang Zhong who was still calm and calm, and said solemnly.

Wang Zhong smiled slightly, picked up the cup, and raised his hand to Feng Huacheng: "Don't worry, you go back and think about it slowly. If you don't want to part with your current job, don't you have to join my studio? As long as you have this If you want to increase your income, you can also use your spare time to practice by yourself, if you think it’s okay, you can come to me.”

Feng Huacheng looked at Wang Zhong with complicated eyes, and said in a heavy tone, "Why did you help me?"

Wang Zhong looked at him, his face still calm as usual: "You want to ask, the relationship between me and Zhou Rong is so bad, we don't even say hello when we meet, and even have a lot of opinions on you, why are you rushing over now? help you."

Feng Huacheng nodded.

Wang Zhongdao: "To be honest, I really look down on you, and I even hated you very much at one time, but through these years of contact, I have indeed changed my opinion of you slightly. I don't know what happened when you fell in love with Zhou Rong. What kind of mentality is there, but over the years, you have indeed made a lot of sacrifices for Zhou Rong and Yueyue."

It's not that Feng Hua's achievements are much better than Zhou Rong's. Feng Huacheng and Zhou Rong have problems. Wang Zhong doesn't like them anyway, but now that Dao Yueyue is involved, Wang Zhong can't help it. Think it over.

As he said that, Wang Zhong's eyes became a bit more complicated, and he sighed: "Anyway, you are Yueyue's father. Yueyue grew up beside me and Zheng Juan'er since she was a child. Yueyue's feelings are not shallower than yours, I just want to make Yueyue's life better while doing my best and not violating my heart."

In fact, Wang Zhong didn't plan it that way at the beginning. He didn't want to care about Feng Huacheng and Zhou Rong at all, but people's feelings are really too complicated, even if they raise a few kittens. Dog, after a long time, will also show affection, let alone a well-behaved, sensible, cute and obedient, and good-looking niece.

After hearing Wang Zhong's words, Feng Huacheng's mood suddenly became heavy.

Feng Huacheng is not hard-hearted either, he also has feelings, jealousy and guilt.

Especially with her daughter Feng Yue.

"Thanks to you and Zheng Juan for taking care of Yueyue these years, Zhou Rong and I are grateful to you from the bottom of our hearts." Feng Huacheng said in a rather sincere tone.

Wang Zhong waved his hands after hearing this, and said, "I'm fine if you say you thank me. As for Zhou Rong, forget it. If she really thanks me, can she look like that every time she sees me?"

Huihui accompanied by a face, just like Wang Zhong owed her hundreds of thousands, and there were thorns in his words.

Feng Huacheng was a little embarrassed: "Zhou Rong is just trying to save face, and she can't hold it back. In fact, she is still grateful to you and Zheng Juan in her heart. After all, it has been so many years. If it weren't for you, Yueyue would not have grown up so smoothly. , it is impossible for her to complete her studies with peace of mind and achieve her current achievements."

"Based on your few words, I have a better impression of you."

Feng Huacheng's ability to say this, whether it was sincere or perfunctory, showed that he had at least thought about it before, and somehow understood the truth and was grateful.

Feng Huacheng smiled and said: "Actually, I have always wanted to find a chance to thank you and Zheng Juan properly, but I have no choice but to live in Yanjing for a long time, and come back occasionally..."

"Hey!" Feng Huacheng sighed involuntarily.

"Okay, these beautiful words don't need to be said. If you really want to thank me and Zheng Juan, then treat Yueyue well. Although Yueyue is stubborn, she still longs to be with you and Zhou Rong, like Parents in other families live happily together like children.”

Feng Huacheng looked serious, and assured Wang Zhong with firm eyes: "You can rest assured about this, Yueyue is my daughter, even if you don't tell me, I will do it."

"I resigned from Yanjing this time and ran back to Jichun. I just wanted to spend more time with Yueyue before she became an adult, and to be able to accompany her through the entire high school period."

Wang Zhong looked at Feng Huacheng with a serious face, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "Then have you ever thought about what you will do if Yueyue graduates from high school and is admitted to a university in Yanjing? Quit your job? Go back to Yanjing?"

Feng Huacheng smiled and said: "There is nothing perfect in this world. After all, high school and university have to make a choice. Compared with Yueyue who will be admitted to university in three years, I think she needs it more now. Parents' company."

(End of this chapter)