Era: 1979 From mountain man to richest man

Chapter 118: Something is wrong with the fairy tale, first-class contract signing, huge royalties
There's something wrong with this story!

Ok……

This is simply...very wrong!
Compared with the fairy tales I received before.

This one is not in the same style at all.

Just the story setting of the old man and the pangolin at the beginning made him feel fresh and new.

There are also gourd seeds given by the mountain god.

Full of anticipation.

Is this a fairy tale?

Look again!
Editor Wu frowned.

Just like Editor Jin just now, he was entranced as soon as he saw it.

When I first saw Song Chaoyang's outfit, I felt a little contemptuous. What good things could such a person write?
But after reading the content, just the beginning immediately puts aside 99% of the fairy tales on the market today.

When he took out a document bag, he pulled out a few forms from it and handed them directly to Song Chaoyang.

A magazine is finalized after several days of manuscript selection and layout.

I feel that fairy tales should express some central idea, educate some knowledge, and guide some true meaning of life.

"From now on, you will be a contracted author of our magazine."

Those who can jump in urgently have either some background or extremely explosive content.

There is no didactic narration at all.

Editor Jin turned the form over and let Song Chaoyang see the title above:

I glanced at my watch and it was already past eleven noon.

Editor Jin dared to say this without even asking the leaders above. Of course he was very confident in Song Chaoyang's story.

He knew he couldn't watch anymore.

In this short story, there is almost no storyline, and it is all about educating children.

After he put down the manuscript, he did not speak to Song Chaoyang. Instead, he opened the drawer and rummaged around for something.

Not only is the story strong, but the visuals and immersiveness are far superior to those of the previous stories.

However, Lao Jin changed his face very quickly. Just now he had a look of disdain.

Only then did Song Chaoyang suddenly realize.

It's different from a short story of a few thousand words.

The most different thing is that this is a full-length novel.

Put aside the manuscript that you have not finished reading.

"The story can be squeezed into the latest issue of the magazine urgently."

Song Chaoyang looked at the form and asked:
"what is this?"

Song Chaoyang asked:
"You mean my manuscript has passed?"

After saying that, he pointed at the form to Song Chaoyang:
"Hurry up and sign it. After you sign it, I can take the manuscript away later to save on printing."

He put aside the matter of going to the provincial capital for now.

Editor Jin rubbed his hands with a smile and said:
"Yes, I passed it, of course I passed it!"

His story setting is much thicker.

Compared with the fairy tales on the market now, they are simply too elaborate.

And the same is true for Editor Jin.

"I'll put your author information into a file for you."

Editor Wu felt that this story was simply not what it should be in this era.

Generally speaking, manuscripts need to be reviewed repeatedly before being queued up for publication in magazines.

They look at things more from an adult's perspective.

Continue reading the story.

"Comrade, come on, fill this in quickly." Editor Jin was smiling all over his face now, and his attitude was completely different from before.

I originally wanted to finish reading it, but I didn’t have enough time. I had to go to the provincial capital today.

Even he, an adult, felt mesmerized.

But Song Chaoyang is different.

The fairy tales on the market now don’t pay much attention to storytelling, but they pay great attention to educating children through a story.

After about twenty minutes, Editor Jin felt that the time was almost up, so he took off his glasses and took a deep breath.

People are immersed in the ups and downs of the story, completely attracted by the plot, and constantly want to read further.

"Your story is quite good."

After hearing this, Song Chaoyang stopped talking nonsense and immediately picked up the pen to fill in the form.

The above is some of my personal information.

Then there is the information about his works and the units authorized to them.

In triplicate, Song Chaoyang will keep one copy, the county editorial office will keep one copy, and then the provincial headquarters will keep another copy.

After Lao Jin waited for Song Chaoyang to finish writing, he took out his pen and official seal and started writing on it.

After that, let Song Chaoyang place a few fingerprints on his name, and the matter will be considered done.

Then he took three document bags, kept two for himself, and packed the other one and gave it to Song Chaoyang.

At the same time, he took out a blue-covered blank document and filled in some information based on Song Chaoyang's previous information.

Finally, Song Chaoyang wrote it, stamped it with his official seal, and handed it to Song Chaoyang:

"This is our magazine's contracted writer certificate. You will need it when you go to the finance department to get money later."

"And if you go to the provincial headquarters in the future, you can stay in our guest house for free with your ID."

"In addition, you need to take out the benefits during the New Year and holidays. In short, you must put them away and don't drop them."

"Okay." Song Chaoyang took the certificate.

He took a look at the content above. In addition to his name and information about his works, there was also a writer's grade with an A grade written on it. It looks like it should be the magazine's internal rating of writers.

"By the way, how many words does your manuscript have? Have you counted it?" Editor Jin asked Song Chaoyang angrily.

Song Chaoyang put the certificate into his pocket and said:

"I counted, it's over 220,000 words."

Editor Jin took a look at Song Chaoyang's manuscript. He originally wanted to count it, but gave up after thinking about it.

Instead, he said directly:

"Forget it, let's not count."

"I'll give you the highest price we can give, which is ten yuan per thousand words."

"There are more than 220,000 words, so I'll give you 230,000 words."

"The total is 2,300 yuan."

Song Chaoyang was a little shocked. The price of ten yuan per thousand words was much higher than that of translation.

The royalties of two thousand three thousand are more than all my cash combined.

After that, Editor Jin took out a sheet, put it on carbon paper, and started writing:
"I'll write you a note and you can take it to the Finance Office to collect it later."

As he finished writing, he stamped it again, and then handed the top sheet to Song Chaoyang.

At the same time, he said to Song Chaoyang:
"Comrade Xiao Song, your story is very good."

"There will probably be other income later. If you are free next week, you'd better come here."

"Otherwise, it would be difficult for us to contact you if you really have something to sign."

"I know." Song Chaoyang nodded.

Song Chaoyang could basically guess that what Editor Jin was talking about was probably the adaptation of a comic book or something like that.

If you want to adapt it, you need his consent, and you also need to ask him to determine the character style and other things.

"Old Wu, Old Wu, stop reading. We don't have enough time. Hurry downstairs and drive. We have to send this manuscript up early so that we can catch up with the final version of this magazine." After Editor Jin finished getting things done, he found that Editor Wu was still there. Look, so he reminded loudly.

Editor Wu reacted after hearing what Editor Jin said.

While reluctantly putting down the manuscript, he responded:
"Oh, good!"

As soon as he put down the manuscript, Editor Jin took a document bag and packed all the manuscripts.

He called Editor Wu to leave quickly.

At this time, Editor Wu became interested in Song Chaoyang. He had really underestimated this young man just now.

While agreeing, he asked Song Chaoyang:
"Young man, what's your surname?"

"If your surname is Song, Editor Wu, you can just call me Xiao Song." Song Chaoyang responded to Editor Wu.

Editor Wu smiled and gave Song Chaoyang a thumbs up:

"Xiao Song, your fairy tale is different from everyone else's."

"I think it will definitely be an instant hit."

"Thank you for the compliment." Song Chaoyang bowed his hands to Editor Wu. His attitude toward him just now had completely reversed.

Editor Wu actually saw that Song Chaoyang's article was unusual.

He had already seen Song Chaoyang's potential, and now he had to build a good relationship with him first.

In addition, he tried to make up for his disdainful attitude just now.

Lest people hold grudges in their hearts.

So Editor Wu said to Song Chaoyang:
"I'm not complimenting you, I'm telling the truth."

"I'm not good at reading people, but I'm very good at reading texts."

"This man cannot be judged by his appearance! Xiao Song, you are definitely the material to eat this bowl of rice."

Song Chaoyang smiled. The two editors Wu and Jin had the same skill in changing their faces.

Editor Wu also wants to say something.

Editor Jin, who had brought his briefcase, interrupted his chatter:

"Okay, okay, stop talking and leave quickly."

Then he said to Song Chaoyang:
"Xiao Song, remember to come here next week."

"We'll leave first."

Song Chaoyang nodded, stood up and walked out of the office with the two of them.

The two editors Wu and Jin glanced at the time on their watches and trotted downstairs in a hurry.

It is more than 100 kilometers from the county seat to the provincial capital. When the road conditions and weather are good, the drive will take at least more than two hours.

They set off at 11 o'clock now, and they arrived at about 2 o'clock in the afternoon or almost 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

So I didn’t even have time to eat lunch, so I had to leave immediately.

I wasted a lot of time just reading the manuscript.

At this moment, he ran to the parking lot in a hurry, drove out of the yard in a hurry, and headed straight for the provincial capital.

Song Chaoyang looked at the manuscript in his hand that had been replaced by a writer's ID card, a contract form, and a payment slip for royalties of two thousand three thousand. He looked around and suddenly remembered that he hadn't asked where the finance department was.

He searched around the second floor but didn't see it, so he went to the first floor to find it.

The treasurer is a woman in her fifties, with a serious and meticulous expression.

After getting the note from Song Chaoyang, she confirmed it several times, looked at Song Chaoyang's ID and the form she signed before, and then paid Song Chaoyang the royalties.

When he walked in front of Song Chaoyang, he glanced at Song Chaoyang a few more times, as if he wanted to remember his appearance.

Song Chaoyang also knew that there were very few people like him who could get royalties of over a thousand yuan at a time.

The money in Song Chaoyang's pocket from this manuscript fee immediately exceeded the 4000 yuan mark.

He is already considered a quite wealthy person.

After walking out of the courtyard of the editorial office, Song Chaoyang glanced at the sun and calculated that it was already getting late.

So he quickly walked towards the post office.

(End of this chapter)