Chapter 19 Visiting for an Authorship
Chapter 19 Visiting for an Authorship
Seeing that the Chinese teacher Ning Da was stunned, Luan Ai, the class monitor, also came over.
Upon seeing this, Luan Ai was also dumbfounded.
Fan Wumian wrote on the paper in rough traditional Chinese characters:
“Maybe This Is Love”
In Form 7, I was lying on the table listening to "My Deskmate"
My female classmate fed me a cookie
I blushed after eating.
Then she giggled and said she picked it up from the ground
I said it's okay
Because you fed it.
The afterglow of the sun shines into the classroom
I saw her face turn red too.
—I fanned him.
"This sadness has no reason
I was probably sick, I couldn't sleep anyway, I sat up and lit a cigarette, feeling this sadness for no reason, looking sadly at the two pillows at the head of the bed, one was mine, the other was also mine.
""May you be happy and prosperous"
I went to various Taoist temples, churches and monasteries, and they all said in their hearts, "Please bless me to get rich."
Not only did the church not give out eggs, it even wanted me to donate my property.
——A message from the aunt next door. "
Three consecutive short essays of less than 100 words each made Chinese teacher Ning Da and class monitor Luan Ai come up with wonderful short stories in their minds.
Especially the first one, which was a very common funny joke in later generations, but in their eyes it was both novel and funny, and after reading it, a strong visual image was imprinted in their heads.
Teacher Ning Da thought that she should share it with everyone, so she read it publicly in class. Then the other classes could hear a burst of noise coming from Class 8.
Afterwards, the Chinese teacher repeatedly praised Fan Wumian for his talent.
Far from feeling socially hopeless, Fan Wumian even felt a little smug because judging from his classmates' reactions, he had a good chance of getting a 3000 yuan bonus from the newspaper. If all else failed, a cell phone would be good enough.
After the last class on Friday, Teacher Ning Da couldn't wait to contact an editor of Huiwen Daily and sent Fan Wumian's three short essays to the editor via email.
This shows that this young Chinese teacher who graduated from Peking University is indeed very optimistic about the three short essays written by Fan Wumian.
Gangcheng High School finishes classes early.
At the headquarters of the Hui Wen Bao newspaper in Mong Kok, a middle-aged editor was staring at the computer screen in front of him and suddenly laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe.
After a long while, the editor named Shang Jiachang stood up, bowed to his colleagues, and said:
"Excuse me, I saw some very interesting manuscripts. I heard that it was written by a kid who is in Form 7. He wrote them on the spot in class. He is really talented."
Editor Shang Jiachang just got divorced some time ago, and recently he has been having a stern face and never smiling.
A colleague was wondering what kind of material could make him laugh like that, so he dragged his chair with wheels over to Editor Shangjia Chang.
It would have been fine if I hadn't seen it, but once I did, I started laughing like a goose, pointing my finger at the screen and saying, "He actually used Lu Xun's style to write a short essay about being alone in an empty bed?!"
"Eh? Actually, I think the third article, about the old lady asking for eggs, is quite funny and full of irony. I'll go find the editor-in-chief and try to get a good page to publish these three short essays tomorrow. It should still be in time now."
The readership of Huiwen Daily is relatively narrow, with the main market being students in schools. The daily print run is just over 20,000 copies, and occasionally a weekly or monthly magazine can sell 30,000 copies, which is like New Year's Day.
The newspaper is relatively streamlined and the amount of typesetting and printing is also fast.
Since the quality of these three short essays was indeed good, the editor-in-chief nodded and decided on the spot to temporarily add them to tomorrow's newspaper and print them out overnight.
The next two days are weekends.
Fan Wumian had never subscribed to the Huiwen Daily, and of course he had no idea that his short essay had been given the green light to be published in the Saturday morning newspaper at an astonishing speed.
Two days holiday.
He was busy reading and studying, playing the guitar and practicing singing. He also had some ideas about writing his first script. He would start writing as soon as he could save up enough start-up capital.
The script chosen by Fan Wumian is called "A Quiet Place", which tells a story about an earth being invaded by alien creatures, who massacre humans and other creatures.
The introduction alone might make people think that this is a big-budget, big-production science fiction movie, but the fact is that there are only a few lines in the entire movie from beginning to end, because people will be killed as long as their voices are heard by the monsters.
This makes it not only easy to write the script, but also not difficult to shoot. As a Hollywood movie, "A Quiet Place" once achieved great success at the box office with its small size.
In Fan Wumian's opinion, the rich have their own way of filming, and the poor have their own way of filming. If you don't spend too much money on actors, location settings, publicity and distribution, you should be able to remake a "beggar version" of "A Quiet Place" with a few hundred thousand dollars.
He was busy doing other things.
Little did he realize that the three short essays published in the Huiwen Daily were posted online by netizens and quickly became popular in major forums.
It's Monday again in a blink of an eye.
It was not until Fan Wumian was called by his Chinese teacher Ning Da to the office to meet the editor Shang Shangchang that he learned that the short essay he wrote on Friday had been published in the newspaper on Saturday and had quickly become popular on major forums.
Seeing his surprise, Shang Jiachang editor said awkwardly:
"It seems that Mr. Fan is not a loyal reader of our newspaper. The annual subscription fee is only 480 yuan. Reading more will be very helpful for writing articles and studying."
"As expected of a great talent, he is really handsome and has a literary temperament of someone who is well-read in poetry and books."
"The main reason I came here today is because our editor-in-chief is very optimistic about you and wants to ask you to write some new manuscripts, such as reading notes and essays, so that other students can learn from your talent as a writer."
After hearing these words.
Fan Wumian and Teacher Ning Da both subconsciously looked away.
Fan Wumian was thinking: "I must be crazy to be busy writing essays all day long."
Teacher Ning Da was thinking, "I never thought of the term 'Wenquxing talent' before, and it's really amazing that it can be associated with Fan Wumian, the last-place student."
Not only did Fan Wumian not want to take on such odd jobs, but Teacher Ning Da was also worried that her true identity would be exposed soon, bringing shame upon herself as a Chinese teacher.
then.
Teacher Ning Da said to Shangjiachang Editor without hesitation:
"Student Fan is in Form 7 and is very busy preparing for the university entrance exam. It may not be convenient for him to arrange an article."
Editor Shangjia Chang raised his hand and said:
"It doesn't matter. Just give us his manuscripts. The editor-in-chief asked for one dollar per word. This means he has a chance to earn some pocket money without wasting time."
Fan Wumian's mind was full of calculations, and he was shocked that a newspaper in Hong Kong would offer such a generous price.
1 yuan per word means I have the opportunity to earn thousands of yuan a day. If I calculate this way, it will be enough start-up capital for preparing to make a movie in less than three months!!!
Fan Wumian, who was recently worried about how to make his first pot of gold, walked briskly to the editor of Shangjia Chang, enthusiastically took his hand, and asked with eyes that were so bright that they glowed:
"Editor Shang is really good at judging people. No wonder the magpies chirped when I went out this morning. It must be that I have met my mentor! Can I change from writing essays to writing novels? I happen to have a story that I have been brewing for a long time, and I guarantee it will be a big hit!"
I thought Fan Wumian was really talented, and planned to write a short story of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of words like other traditional literature lovers.
Editor Shang Jiachang hesitated for two seconds, nodded and said, "When you are free, you can take some time to write me a synopsis of the novel. If it is interesting enough, it should have a chance to be published in our newspaper."
Fan Wumian simply ignored those vague words, and only thought that if he could write tens of millions of words, wouldn't he be successful?
I never expected that before I even made my debut in singing and acting, I would come across this precious opportunity to make money by writing books.
He said decisively:
"Wait a minute, I'll write you the introduction now."
".Now? It seems that Mr. Fan is really prepared. It's just right for us to bring it back to the company later and show it to our editor-in-chief."
Fan Wumian asked Teacher Ning Da for paper and pen, and under her complicated gaze that was filled with worry, nervousness, and guilt, he took out the pen and wrote:
"Shock!
Above the heavens, he cut off eternity with a sword. Holding a strange fire in his hand, he crawled out of the tomb of the gods and took the elixir of immortality to live a new life!
Encountering a broken engagement?
So what if your son has the potential to be an emperor? Don’t look down on the young and poor!
Why did the saint encounter misfortune in his later years and be covered with red hair?
The Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin suddenly appeared. Where will it take the protagonist?
How many secrets of the emperor's fall are hidden in the blood-stained bronze palace?
Prove the truth and become an emperor, kill all the weird and ominous things, and dye the sky blue with my demonic blood!
Who is the peak at the end of the immortal road? Once I see the beginningless way, it becomes empty. If Heaven had not given birth to me, Ye Tiandi, the human world would have been like a long night forever.
Dare I ask if there are immortals in heaven? "
In order to earn a little more money, Fan Wumian believed that he had tried his best.
Teacher Ning Da and editor Shang Jiachang were stunned. They looked at the introduction of the novel with expressions as if they had seen a ghost. They all felt their scalps tingling and their hairs standing on end.
In this year 2004.
The vast majority of people have not yet experienced the baptism of fantasy online novels, and their understanding of novels still remains in the era of romance, martial arts, and suspense and detective stories.
Just this introduction allowed them to see the door to a mysterious new world.
(End of this chapter)