MTL - Low Key Star-Chapter 28 [028] Supplementary lessons (seeking recommendation tickets)

  Chapter 28 [028] Supplementary lessons (seeking recommendation tickets)

  Zhang Yang smiled and continued: "Editor Wang..."

  Wang Qiyuan said: "I'm a teacher's student, and I'm an old acquaintance with your father. Editor-in-Chief Wang is too old-fashioned, so it's not too much to call me uncle?"

Zhang Yang glanced at the old man, and had no choice but to change his words: "Uncle Wang, you are my grandfather's student. My grandfather called you as soon as he saw the novel I wrote, to show that he trusts you, "The Great Hero" It is my original intention to write martial arts, and it is also the layout and highlights. I can't hide it from you, but I hope you can keep it secret for me for a while. "

   After "Shooting the Condors" is published, other martial arts writers will definitely follow suit, but even the four masters may not grasp the essence of it immediately.

  Zhang Yang doesn’t care about inspiring others. After the development of the industry, every martial arts writer will benefit, but he still has selfish intentions, hoping that he can lead for a longer time.

  Wang Qiyuan was a little surprised by Zhang Yang's remarks, but he was relieved when he thought that he could write an article like "Shooting the Condors", and smiled: "Don't worry, I will never tell anyone."

   As he spoke, he forgot the young man next to his eyes. The young man immediately raised a hand and said, "I will definitely keep it a secret!"

  Wang Qiyuan said again: "Then the remuneration..."

   Zhang Yang laughed and said, "I'm a newcomer. I have no reputation or foundation. I always listen to Uncle Wang."

  Wang Qiyuan asked the old man again: "Teacher, what do you say?"

  The old man said indifferently: "You have become the editor-in-chief, so you still need to ask others about this?"

  Wang Qiyuan asked Zhang Yang again: "How many words will this "Shooting the Condors" probably have?"

  Zhang Yang thought for a while before answering: "It is estimated to be nearly a million words."

  At this time, although martial arts novels had not yet broken through the shackles of the old martial arts, they were already nearly a million words long, and the opening chapter of Shooting the Condors was so grand, Wang Qiyuan was not very surprised by this length.

He pondered for a while, and then said: "Accordingly speaking, the quality of this "Shooting the Condors" is not lower than that of the four great masters today, but you are a newcomer after all. It is calculated at two hundred thousand words, and after reading the reader's response, it will be added, and the content that has already been serialized will be supplemented according to the final standard, is that okay?"

  Two hundred for a thousand words, based on the million words of the finished book, it is 200,000. With today’s prices and income levels, this price is already not low, not to mention that this is only the price of serialization, and there will be income from publishing and adaptation in the future.

   Zhang Yang had no objection to this. Seeing the old man looking at him, he nodded and said with a smile, "Thank you, Uncle Wang."

  Wang Qiyuan saw that he was not dissatisfied, secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Uncle Wang should thank you, and of course, thank you teacher."

  After the matter was settled, Wang Qiyuan said goodbye to the old man, saying that the boss had asked him to talk about something, and if he didn't go there, he would be late, and the old man didn't keep him.

  Before Wang Qiyuan left, he exchanged phone numbers with Zhang Yang, and at the same time left his private email address to him. Subsequent manuscripts can be sent directly to his email address. He said goodbye to Fang Qianxue, and then boarded the car and left.

  Watching Wang Qiyuan's car go away, Fang Qianxue asked, "How is it?"

   Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Mom, can you guess?"

  Fang Qianxue made a gesture to twist his ears, Zhang Yang hurriedly said, "Two hundred words for a thousand words."

  Fang Qianxue did some calculations and said, "Then your 100,000 words are 20,000?"

   Zhang Yang smiled and said: "I kept your bank card, and you can check the account later. If readers respond well, the price should increase."

  Fang Qianxue asked again: "How many words did you finish speaking before?"

   "At least a million."

  Fang Qianxue did some calculations and was a little frightened, "Doesn't that mean you can earn 200,000 yuan in one summer vacation?"

The old man seemed very calm, "Hey, this is not our time. We can only live frugally. Which of Shang Gongyu and Chunqiu Ke is not a few million a year now? Words are getting more and more valuable, and more and more It's worthless."

   Speaking of later, the old man seemed to be a little emotional. He took a big copper pot to fetch water from the well, and went to the earthen stove behind the grape trellis to light a fire to boil water.

  Fang Qianxue knew her father-in-law's temper, so she didn't help, watching the old man boil water to make tea, and sat down with her son around the camphor wood tea table, waiting to drink tea.

The old man has three major hobbies: writing books, drinking, and playing chess. When he was young, he was hospitalized due to alcoholism. Fang Qianxue once advised him to drink more tea. Zhang Shouyi bought tea for him, but he would rather keep it or give it away than drink it.

Later, Fang Qianxue simply bought him two boxes of premium Longjing tea, and told him that the tea costs eight hundred yuan a tael, and if you don’t like it, you can throw it away. When the old man heard the price, he was willing to waste it, and kept it for himself. .

  I found it quite fragrant.

  Before grandma passed away, she told her son and daughter-in-law to take good care of the old man and not allow him to drink too much. She said that she had been together for a lifetime and hated each other, and she wanted to see him again a few years later.

The old man didn't dare to disobey his wife's deathbed instructions, but he only had a small cup every day, and the addiction to alcohol was really uncomfortable, so he really developed the habit of drinking tea. In the past two years, he had a pot of tea almost every day, but it was only two Fang Qianxue and Zhang Shouyi sometimes brought him some good tea for the three hundred and one catty ration tea, but he didn't refuse, and drank it carefully.

  The earthen stove was fired, and the old man went back to the house to get the treasured Longjing tea and three glasses.

  The old man usually uses a tureen to make tea, but most of the good tea Fang Qianxue sent was Longjing, which the old man also liked to drink, so he prepared another set of tea sets, which were actually just a few glasses.

  After the water boiled, it cooled down a little. Then the old man began to pour water into the warm cups, then filled the three teacups with 70% hot water, put in the tea leaves, and sat down around the camphor wood tea table.

Longjing tea sinks slowly, but fortunately, the three of them are very patient, quietly watching the flat, short, yellowish tea leaves turn green in the hot water, slowly stretch out, and sink into the water, with a posture Like a dancing lady, the fragrance of tea also drifts away.

   Zhang Yang sniffed, took a small sip, and said, "Mom, what you bought is Zhenmingqian? Really rich!"

  Fang Qianxue said angrily: "How can I lie to your grandpa with a fake one? This kid is real."

   said again: "I will use your money to buy it in the future!"

   Zhang Yang curled his lips, knowing that he would not be able to control his own wealth for the time being, "No problem, every year Ji Pin Ming will bring tens of catties, so that my grandpa can drink enough!"

  The old man glared at him and said, "Why can't you go with this money? Wasting it on it? My twenty yuan is fine if I drink it!"

   Zhang Yang really wanted to say that you didn’t miss a sip of the few hundred yuan a tael. He was afraid of being twisted by his mother, so he didn’t dare to say it, so he drank tea honestly.

  The sun gradually rose. Zhang Shouyi and the others came back and were delighted to learn that Zhang Yang's novel was about to be published. Zhang Yang didn't plan to expose it, so he told the old man about it and asked his uncle and aunt not to publicize it.

  As for Zhang Yu, he only knew a little about this matter, but he was also asked not to mention it to others.

   Zhang Yang kept this hand because he wanted to find a suitable time to expose it after his debut, so as to maximize his benefits.

   But if he still can’t pass Luoshen’s so-called initial assessment before graduating from high school, then he will use the college entrance examination to attract fans with his double identity as a poetry genius and sculpture-shooting author.

  No matter what the result is, it is better than sitting still.

   Zhang Yang's family lived with his grandfather for three days, and then returned to the city, because his parents were going to start making up lessons.

In this world, Huaxia also has very strict management of make-up classes, but it is mainly for schools, educational institutions and holiday training classes. In order not to be caught, Zhang Shouyi and Fang Qianxue decided to try the "small class system" after discussing with several teachers this year. Four students form a class, so they come directly to home for class.

  This is similar to the nature of tutoring, and it does not violate the regulations of the Ministry of Education... right?

Zhang Shouyi and his wife have been teaching for so many years, and they hold cram schools every year. They are not bad in level, good-natured, and have long been famous outside. People started asking about the summer vacation half a year before the summer vacation. After the small class, there was an endless stream of people calling to ask for a place.

  After Zhang Shouyi discussed with Fang Qianxue, Zhang Shouyi finally accepted four classes, and each class had three people at first. Later, acquaintances entrusted them, and it was difficult to refuse, so they added four to each class.

  Fang Qianxue's fee standard is the same as Zhang Shouyi's, but she only accepts two classes. First, she has a lot of housework to do, and she is worried that both of them will be too busy to make up lessons. Second, there are not so many people looking for her.

   Right here, there are six people in her two classes, and one of them is Zhang Wei.

  Go home on the 13th, and on the morning of the 14th, Teacher Zhang and Teacher Fang's cram school starts. Zhang Shouyi's four people are in the living room, and Fang Qianxue's three people are in the study.

Zhang Wei was supposed to follow his dad for physics lessons this morning, but he sat in the living room and kept opening the door for the students who came to make up lessons. After running four or five times, he got a little impatient, so he just rolled up his books and ran to the study room, saying that he would go to the study room with his mother first. Mathematics, and physics in the afternoon.

   "Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!"

  Just as Zhang Wei ran away, someone knocked on the door again. Zhang Yang happened to pass by, so he opened the door for him.

  He opened the door and was about to go to the bathroom, but when he casually glanced outside the door, he was attracted by the pure and childish face outside the door.

  Tang Yanqi.

  (end of this chapter)