Su Bai took "People's Movie" and couldn't wait to read Xu Wangqiu's articles and read them seriously. Xu Wangqiu and Su Zhensheng continued to talk about the movies. They first talked about the issue of "The River Flowing" and the current situation of Chinese movies, but soon talked about the creation of movies. However, when it comes to creation and the film scripts, Su Zhensheng couldn't help but sigh.

Su Zhensheng began to change careers as a director before exercise and made three movies. During the ten years of exercise, he had no chance to make movies. Now that the exercise is over, he can make movies again, but he knows that he is old and not in good health and can't make a few movies, so he especially hopes to make one or two movies of excellent quality before retirement.

However, the film scripts in the factory are difficult to satisfy Su Zhensheng, because many of these scripts were written during the sports period, emphasizing three highlights, the content is false and artificial, and there is no lifestyle. Many scripts even change the position of criticism/prime/sect scripts. For example, the film was filmed by Xiu Film Studio last year. Before the end of the movement, the film was ready to be filmed. After the political situation suddenly changed, the creators quickly changed the script, and the material was still the original material, and the story was still the original story. They just changed the "going/prime/sect struggle" to fighting against the "Gang of Four", and the original positive characters were changed to the negative characters. After such disguise, "October Storm" won the first prize and became the first film in China to expose the Gang of Four.

In essence, these movie scripts are not much different from model operas. As an old man in the film industry in the Magic City, Su Zhensheng inherited the tradition of left-wing film realism in his bones and looked down on these false and artificial scripts. Therefore, when the old man talked about the script, he sighed and sighed that it was difficult to find a good script.

Xu Wangqiu has a suitable script in his hand, but for some reason, he can't take it out for the time being. He thought to himself what happened to "People's Literature"? How long has my script been sent? Why has there been no news yet? My master, he is almost crazy to think about the script!

At this moment, Su Bai finished reading Xu Wangqiu's article. She stared at Xu Wangqiu with her big and round eyes and praised from the bottom of her heart: "Wangqiu, your article is very well written. When I read "The River Flowing", I felt that the movie was average. I saw some problems, and some were not, but after reading your article, I understood everything."

Zhang Ran pretended to be proud and said: "Don't worship me, I'm just a legend."

Su Bai put his waist on his hips and stared at Xu Wangqiu with his big eyes: "Who admires you? Are you talking to your senior sister?"

Two days later, Xu Wangqiu came back from Rongcheng Library. When he passed by the communication room, he asked the old man in the communication room if he had any letters of his own.

There are many children in the factory, and the old man can't tell who is who; but he is deeply impressed by Xu Wangqiu, because Xu Wangqiu received a remittance order more than two months ago, which was a royalty sent by the magazine. In this era, writers are a very respected profession. Whoever can publish one or two articles in newspapers and magazines can definitely become a celebrity. Xu Wangqiu was able to publish articles and received a large royalty. The old man was naturally impressed by Xu Wangqiu.

When the old man saw Xu Wangqiu asking him, he suddenly became excited and said repeatedly: "There is a letter and there is a remittance form!" As he said that, the old man handed Xu Wangqiu a wrinkled notebook and a pen: "Sign it."

Xu Wangqiu smiled when she heard the letter and the remittance slip, and knew that his script had been published. The script could be finished with more than 60,000 words, but Xu Wangqiu wrote some water, which was more than 70,000 words. "People's Literature" costs 7,000 words, which is almost 500 yuan. He confidently signed his name with a ballpoint pen, and returned the notebook and pen to the old man.

After carefully confirming through reading glasses, the old man smiled and handed over the letter and remittance form to Xu Wangqiu.

Xu Wangqiu looked closely and saw that the address on the envelope was People's Literature Magazine, and the vermilion seal on the remittance slip was also printed with the words "People's Literature Magazine". Looking at the amount on the remittance slip, Xu Wangqiu's smile became even brighter, 513.27 yuan.

When her parents came back from get off work, Xu Wangqiu took out the remittance slip and took it in front of her mother Xie Chunhong, asking her to accompany her to the factory tomorrow to issue a letter of introduction. Now there is no ID card in China, so you must go to the unit to issue a letter of introduction slip to receive the remittance slip.

When Xie Chunhong saw the amount on the remittance slip, she was stunned and she was so excited that she burst into tears: "My son has become a writer! My son is promising!" Xu Wangbei pulled Xu Wangqiu's sleeve and shouted: "Second brother, you are so awesome!" Xu Wangchuan patted Xu Wangqiu's shoulders violently: "Second brother, you are really good!" His father Xu Zhuwen didn't say anything, but the pride on his face could not be concealed.

After dinner, Xie Chunhong took Xu Wangqiu's remittance slip to the yard to show off: "My family Wangqiu has become a writer. This is the manuscript fee sent to him by "People's Literature". "The aunties who were enjoying the coolie gathered to see what happened. Aunt Zhang from the opposite building grabbed the remittance slip from Xie Chunhong and looked at it again and again. She was envious and sighed: "Good, 513 yuan! It's more than a year's salary!" The remittance slip was spreading in the hands of the aunt and aunt like a rare treasure, and everyone looked envious.

After showing off enough, Xie Chunhong returned home proudly with the remittance slip. She described the situation to Xu Zhuwen vividly and told Xu Wangqiu: "There are several people who are planning to introduce you to a partner. But I refused. I told them that our Wangqiu is only 16 years old, and it is too early to discuss it now. He is going to Peking to go to college."

The next morning, Xu Wangqiu dragged his mother and younger sister to the factory to issue a letter of introduction. The factory owner was startled when he received the remittance form from Xu Wangqiu and couldn't help but praise Xu Wangqiu to Xie Chunhong: "Old Xu's son is promising!"

After leaving the factory, Xie Chunhongchun went to work with a breeze on his face. Xu Wangqiu took Xu Wangbei to the post office to collect the royalties.

The staff who received Xu Wangqiu was a young man of 25 or 26 years old. After receiving the remittance form from Xu Wangqiu, he seemed to have been touched by Sunflower's acupoint. He looked at the vermilion seal of the "People's Literature Magazine" on the remittance form and was stunned.

Xu Wangqiu saw the man staring at the remittance slip in a daze and asked, "What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

The man came to his senses and smiled at Xu Wangqiu: "No, no! I see that the remittance form was sent to you by the People's Literature Magazine. Have you published a novel on it?"

Xu Wangqiu smiled and corrected: "It's not a novel, it's a script."

As a loyal reader of "People's Literature", the man knew that "People's Literature" mainly publishes novels and rarely publishes scripts. He has only published scripts once in the past six months, which is the latest issue of "Mom Loves Me Again". "People's Literature" just arrived the day before yesterday and told the story of Rongcheng again. He remembered the author's name Hehuo and thought that Hehuo was a writer in Rongcheng, so it would be great if he had the chance to meet him.

The man didn't expect to see someone suspected of He Huo so soon, and couldn't help but be overjoyed: "You are He Huo, are you?"

Xu Wangqiu was stunned, then chuckled and said, "I am Hehuo, I am making you laugh."

The man grabbed Xu Wangqiu's hand and shook it hard, and said excitedly: "You are so Hehuo. Your "Mom Loves Me Again" is so touching. I have never read such a moving story. The lesbians in our unit's eyes were swollen from crying."

The female staff next to him heard that Xu Wangqiu was He Huo, the author of "Mom Loves Me Again", ran over and expressed her feelings with her hands and feet: "Comrade He Huo, I didn't expect you to be so young. I thought you were middle-aged. Your "Mom Loves Me Again" is so touching. My eyes are really swollen."

Xu Wangbei felt strange in his heart. The second brother clearly called Xu Wangqiu, why did he call him Comrade Hehuo? How ugly the partnership sounds, but Wangqiu still sounds nice! She pulled Xu Wangqiu's sleeves and asked, "Second brother, why do they call you a partnership?"

"One He, the other Huo, is Qiu. He Huo is the pseudonym of the second brother." Xu Wangqiu touched Xu Wangbei's head and smiled at the two staff members who were so excited that they danced, "I am very happy to hear you say this. It is the greatest honor for the creator to move readers; but can you please help me withdraw the money?"

The man said "sorry", quickly handled the remittance, and handed Xu Wangqiu a handful of "great unity".

Xu Wangqiu counted, 513.27 yuan was right, so he took out two for Xu Wangbei and lowered his voice: "Wangbei, you can take these twenty yuan. In September, my second brother went to Peking to go to school. I can't care about you. I keep this money for you. If you have any money, buy it yourself if you want."

Xu Wangbei was a sensible little girl, and stuffed the money into Xu Wangqiu's hand: "Second brother, I don't want it. You go to Peking to study, use more money, keep it for yourself!"

Xu Wangqiu patted Xu Wangbei's head, took her hand, stuffed the money into her hand, and said softly: "Listen to my second brother, get the money well. This little money is nothing, it won't take long for me to have more money. My second brother originally wanted to take you to the People's Mall and buy you skirts and shoes, but unfortunately there are no cloth tickets and industrial coupons. I will take you there when I get the tickets."

Xu Wangbei put the money in his pocket, covered it tightly with his hands, and smiled like a flower: "Thank you, second brother!"

Xu Wangqiu smiled and said, "Put the money after you go home and take it out when you use it, don't throw it away."

Xu Wangqiu packed the money and was about to leave when the man suddenly said, "Well, Comrade He Huo, I am also writing novels, and I have written several articles. I wonder if I can ask you to take a look for me."

From the late 1970s to the early 1990s, literature was a fashion trend that was particularly popular among young people. Poets and writers were treated no less than traffic stars forty years later, and there were a bunch of screaming fans everywhere they went.

Literary enthusiasts of this era, regardless of north or south, age or age, all struggled to squeeze on the road of literature; in addition, you don’t need to post stamps to submit articles to magazines, you just need to cut a corner of the envelope, and the postage will be paid by the magazines; literary youths are very happy to contribute.

For young literary people, "People's Literature" is undoubtedly the temple in their hearts. Writers who can publish articles in "People's Literature" are undoubtedly extremely powerful writers. It is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to meet such a writer, so naturally they have to ask for advice.

Xu Wangqiu saw that the man's face was full of expectations and could not bear to refuse: "My level is limited, and I can't tell whether it's good or bad. But if you don't dislike my low level, I can help you read it. Have you brought your novel?"

"I didn't bring it with me, I'm all at home." The man said impatiently, "My home is not far from here, I'll go back to get it right away."

Xu Wangqiu still has something to do, but he doesn't want to wait: "We have something to do. I'll send the manuscript two days later, and I'll help you read it."

Seeing Xu Wangqiu say this, the man couldn't help keeping him anymore. He looked at Xu Wangqiu with regret on his face and left with his sister.
Chapter completed!