After the commotion for a long time, the neighbors dispersed. Yu Xiuli didn't cook, so she decided to go to a restaurant for the first time. Chen Jianjun also agreed, so the three of them rode out in a hurry. Why are you so anxious? In a state-owned hotel, the master chef gets off work on time at 7:30, and it’s hard for anyone to come in! It's not easy for foreign guests either. Foreign guests will lock you out. The three of them arrived at a restaurant. They were very lucky. There were not many customers. They paid the tickets and money and ordered a piece of pork slices, 3 taels of meat, for 4 cents. A plate of fried tofu with hot peppers, 4 cents, because tofu is very precious. ;A bowl of spinach and egg soup, 2 cents. Plus four taels of dumplings. The four taels these days are different from those in later generations. They refer to four taels of dry flour. Chen Jianjun also wanted a bottle of Maotai, but the waiter told him to get lost... Oh my god, Chen Qi has been here for more than ten days. He had a good meal for the first time and beeped: "I wrote a bad letter and then went to the restaurant. When I really become famous, you are not allowed to take over the Beijing Hotel." Come down?" "If you really want to have that day, I will protect you even if you die!" Yu Xiuli thought that today was her son's peak, so she planted a flag without hesitation.
"I read your article and it's pretty good!" Chen Jianjun praised reservedly and said: "I also support your idea. Don't ignore your spiritual world in anything you do. If you like literature, write more. This is the process of improving yourself." "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Chen Qi responded perfunctorily, and hurriedly put the dumplings and meat into his mouth, and finally said: "Mom, please have another plate of meat, it's not enough!" "Comrade, let's have another piece of fried shredded pork!" Yu Xiuli called. "Gone!" "Master is about to get off work!" “Don’t even look at what time it is!” The waiter clicked the button three times, and Yu Xiuli retracted her hand. Chen Jianjun hesitated to speak, and then stopped, and continued to stop. Chen Qi did not dare to speak. Don’t dare to mess with me! "It is forbidden to beat or scold customers without reason!" ………… After returning home, Aunt Wang was wandering around the entrance of the hospital. "Hey, the three of you went out to the restaurant? It's such a good thing, it's time to celebrate... I'll have a few words with Xiao Chen." The effect is significant. I used to be called Xiaozi, but now I am called Xiao Chen. From now on, I will be called Teacher Chen. Chen Qi stayed. Seeing no one around, Aunt Wang said: "I won't talk nonsense. The leader of the plastic factory came to the street specifically to solve this matter. What he meant was that he would definitely give it to those people They will suffer whatever consequences come from the punishment, and they know they were wrong, so you just show your superiority and call it a day. what do you think? " "What you said is so serious, I feel a little guilty."
In fact, it's not that Chen Qi is cruel. He was dissed on the first day he opened. If he doesn't kill a Kunkun to scare the monkeys, he will have endless troubles in the future. When the other party admitted his mistake and expressed his position, he didn't want to get into trouble, so he paused and said, "Aunt Wang, do you know what products their factory makes?" "It's just plastic products, sandals and stuff." "Sandals? Plastic sandals?" "Yes, everyone likes to wear them in summer. They are cool and can also be used for wading in the water. If I were not old, I would also buy a pair." nice one! Chen Qi's eyes lit up and he said: "I have an idea. Their factory will provide us with some sandals, not too many, just to ensure that we have enough supply this summer. When the leaders inspect, we will also give them a few nice words. Do you think it’s okay?” All parties are sure that the leaders will inspect because this is typical. Aunt Wang frowned: "We sell tea, it doesn't go well with sandals." "May I remind you that it's already April and the weather is getting hotter. When summer comes, our tea business will plummet. Can you think of a solution then?" Tsk! Aunt Wang made a sad face. This was indeed the truth and said: "Then what exactly is our cooperative? It feels like a mess." "No matter what it is, let's try it first. It is the last word to improve everyone's life. If the plastic factory is inconvenient, let them go through the loss. They will always have a loss rate every month, right? Give it to us at a low price, no Violation." "Then shall I tell them?" "Sorry for your trouble!" Aunt Wang is gone. When Chen Qi entered the room, his parents were still excited and chatted for a long time. It was finally quiet at night. He was lying on the wooden bed outside. Although selling large bowls of tea was good, the efficiency was low, the accumulation was slow, and it was also affected by the seasons. It was necessary to expand the supply of goods. When summer arrives, you should first have sandals, then some popsicles, a raincoat and so on, and you will be able to stand firm initially. Those department stores that have a large backlog of items can all communicate. But he doesn't plan to take action in this case. At this point, he feels that he has done his best. ………… "About the meaning of life", this topic quickly formed a large-scale discussion. Letters from all over the world were sent to China Youth Daily, with different opinions, and some were really profound. The newspaper was very busy publishing these letters every day, and the sales volume was good. In the next two days, Yu Jiajia came twice. They all delivered letters to him, one sack after another, and paid him a royalties of 14 yuan. During the period of humanitarian torrent, there is no royalties. When the author submits a manuscript, the other party will send a card back. With the card, he can go to Xinhua Bookstore to pick up a leadership book. People like Chen Zhongshi and Jia Pingwa were already submitting their manuscripts without receiving a dime.
In 1977, this group of writers thought they could ask for manuscript fees, so they started to make a fuss, and the country issued a standard: 2-7 yuan per 1,000 words for manuscripts, and 1-5 yuan per 1,000 words for translations. In 1980, the fee was raised to 3-10 yuan per thousand words for manuscripts and 1-7 yuan for translations. At the same time, the fee for printing was restored, calculated based on 10,000 copies, that is, for every 10,000 copies printed, the author could get a certain percentage of the fee. In 1984, the fee was raised again to 6-20 yuan for manuscripts and 4-14 yuan for translations. It can be said that the fee has never been high, unless you write a long novel of a million words. The first commercial writer was Wang Shuo, who began to ask for royalties openly. However, this is the standard for newspapers, magazines, and publishing houses. The scripts of film studios are not included, so let's not talk about it for now. Chen Qi's article was 2,000 words, so he got 14 yuan for the fee. At first, he was vain and proud, reading the letters like reviewing memorials, but soon lost interest. To be honest, those letters were not very well written. Although the young women were enthusiastic, they were also conservative. None of them attached their own photos. How could he be interested? He is the guy who would "look at legs" after chatting online for 30 minutes, and "look at breasts" after chatting for a whole day... In short, the discussion is still going on. The popularity of him, the initiator, is obviously declining, just like the Internet celebrities who became famous for 15 minutes in later generations. Chen Qi didn't care either. He was just wondering, the script has been submitted for a few days, why haven't I been invited to stay in the guesthouse? He was worried that something had happened, but fortunately he didn't deviate from his plan. "Excuse me, is Comrade Chen Qi at home?" That evening, a thin man with thick eyebrows, who looked a bit like Tu Honggang, knocked on the door of Chen's house and introduced himself: "I am an editor of the Literature Department of Beijing Film Studio, my name is Liang Xiaosheng..." (No more! The manuscripts are gone, I write them every day, and try to update them between 5-8 pm)