Seeing that New Year's Day is only two days away, the Yanda campus is filled with an atmosphere of intense study, and the final exam is just a few days away.

Even at Yanda, which is full of top students, you have to review when you need to.

In the past half month, Tao Yushu and the others followed the crew to nearly half of the universities in Yanjing.

"The First Floor in the World" has also been enthusiastically sought after by countless students. Watching this drama has become the most fashionable pursuit of Yanjing University students this winter.

However, these days are approaching the end of the semester, and Tao Yushu and the others have to stop their tour activities.

Although the suspension of performances has caused dissatisfaction among some college students who have not yet visited the tour, "The First Floor in the World" has been performed for more than half a month after all. It should be said that to a certain extent, it has satisfied the needs of the majority of students.

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After all, the members of this drama are all students and cannot spend all their time on tour.

Without the pressure of touring, Tao Yushu went home early recently and devoted himself to studying all day long, while Lin Chaoyang went to work every day to fish, occasionally playing chess with Lao Zhu, and occasionally going upstairs to chat with Lao Wu.

That night when Wu Zuxiang was chatting with Lin Chaoyang, he took the initiative to talk about "The First Floor in the World". When this play was performed at Yanda some time ago, the old man went to watch it.

"They say your script has a bit of the flavor of "Tea House", but I think it still lacks a lot of work."

"It's what others said, I didn't say it." Lin Chaoyang didn't have any unconvinced thoughts, but he still wanted to hear the specific difference, "What do you think the difference is?"

"When Lao She wrote "Teahouse", he had political motives, but you didn't. This is a gap."

Lin Chaoyang liked to hear the old man "talk about ancient times" and immediately asked: "What political motives does Lao She have?"

Wu Zuxiang glanced at his gossipy expression and said scornfully: "Why are you acting like Bao Qinwen?"

"What do you mean by asking for information? I spent money on it."

Lin Chaoyang's words made the old man almost cover his mouth in fright, and he glanced towards the room next to him with a panicked expression.

It vividly explains what it means to eat people with soft lips and take people with short hands.

"Lao She wrote a lot of plays in the 1940s, but his main achievement was in novels. When he returned to Yanjing in 1949, he was very enthusiastic about New China.

At that time, the main reason why he devoted himself to drama creation was that he believed that "based on the current cultural level of some working people, reading novels may still be somewhat difficult, but watching plays is not that troublesome."

So from 1950 to 1965, he wrote 23 scripts non-stop. The level of his scripts during this period varied, and "Tea House" was undoubtedly the peak.

Your "The First Floor in the World" obviously borrowed from "Teahouse" in terms of structure and narrative tonality, but it was neat and tidy but lost in details.

Contemporary writers are generally keen on grand narratives and historical summaries, but this narrative method is often inseparable from political expression.

The wonderful thing about "Tea House" is that it magnified the social turmoil and changes at that time in details, and showed the "big society" in the "small society" from the side.

Well, "The First Floor in the World" has a lot of scenes with the Baoha Bureau, the police, the bodyguards, and the detective team, but the portrayal is still superficial. Lu Mengshi's final ending is also attributed to personal emotions, so the momentum is naturally weak.

A cut.

Tsk tsk, this name is useless!"

Wu Zuxiang praised "Teahouse" and belittled "The First Floor in the World". Everything he said was reasonable, and Lin Chaoyang couldn't find anything wrong with it even if he wanted to refute it.

It’s so frustrating for Party A to act like this!

"Aren't there any advantages?"

"It has advantages, didn't I mention it? It's neat.

The character creation can be considered full, the arrangement can be considered exquisite, the historical insight can be considered clear, the cultural characteristics can be considered rich, and the theme can be considered outstanding."

After Wu Zuxiang finished speaking, he looked at Lin Chaoyang, "What's wrong? You still think of a script and you surpassed Lao She?"

Lin Chaoyang waved his hands repeatedly, with a guilty look on his face, "I didn't say that, so don't talk nonsense."

"Promise! Is it shameful to want to surpass Lao She?"

The old man expressed contempt for Lin Chaoyang, and Lin Chaoyang said harshly: "I am so open-minded."

"When there are many people, weakness becomes empty. It's just the two of us. What are you afraid of?"

Lin Chaoyang thought about it, and said openly: "Lao She's scripts are indeed good, but I think his novels are better. It would be a pity not to write novels. In the past, there were not many writers who could write novels.

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Wu Zuxiang exclaimed, "I've always thought that you guy is timid and afraid of getting into trouble. Why did your tone suddenly get louder today?"

"The two of us are talking nonsense, and there are no outsiders." Lin Chaoyang was in high spirits and planned to let himself go today.

"The literati since the May Fourth Movement can write novels. I think Lao She is one, Lu Xun is one, Shen Congwen is one, Zhao Shuli is half of them..."

Wu Zuxiang had known Lin Chaoyang for more than a year, and finally saw in him some of the unrestrained literati, and smiled happily and nodded.

But just as he was laughing, he saw Lin Chaoyang glance at him sideways, "As for your novel...it's not worth mentioning."

"You bastard!" The old man slapped the table, "I can't count half of them, but I can count on half of them!"

"A quarter? You can really put gold on your face." Lin Chaoyang raised his head, shaking his head and commenting on the old man's novel, which gave him a taste of the nonsense he had just said.

"Go, go, go!"

After arguing with Wu Zuxiang for a while, the old man became angry. Lin Chaoyang was kicked out of the door, but he was not angry.

He became angry and proved that he had won this friendly match. He hummed a little tune and went home in a happy mood.

Two more days have passed and we have the New Year's Day holiday. Although there are still a few days until the final exam, it's time to relax.

There are many more students skating on Weiming Lake than before, especially students from the south who are the most enthusiastic.

Of course, it is this group of people that brings a huge workload to the school hospital.

Since the ice of Weiming Lake has solidified, every day at noon in the cafeteria you will see students with their arms or legs covered in plasters and bandages. Needless to say, they all fell while skating. Most of them are students from the South.

It's not hard to understand why he flies so fast even though he obviously has no talent or skills, and even breaks some parts.

Just after New Year's Day, Zhang Dening came to Yanda and brought two pieces of news to Lin Chaoyang.

First, the Publishing Bureau has just issued the "Interim Regulations on Book Remuneration", which increases the remuneration for works to 3 to 10 yuan and the translation to 2 to 7 yuan. At the same time, it also resumes the payment of "basic remuneration plus remuneration for the number of copies".

Remuneration method.

According to this level, the current remuneration standard is basically the same as before, but there is still a certain gap compared with the 1950s.

The second news was that the editorial leaders agreed to his request for a price increase and gave "The First Floor in the World" a price of nine yuan per thousand words.

"Why only nine yuan? The new stipulation is that the maximum is ten yuan!" Lin Chaoyang said dissatisfied.

"Just be content. The regulations have just been released. How can they be mentioned so quickly once they are announced?"

"If I give "October", they will definitely be willing to give ten yuan!" Lin Chaoyang muttered.

Zhang Dening asked anxiously: "What's October? Can they compare with our Yanjing Literature and Art magazine? We are an old magazine that has been published for nearly 30 years."

"What's the use of having a long publication date? Your royalties are low!"

Zhang Dening was angry and helpless after being criticized by Lin Chaoyang, but for the sake of future manuscripts, she could only swallow her anger and said, "Next time, next time I will give you ten yuan."

"Okay." Lin Chaoyang reluctantly agreed.

Zhang Dening asked Lin Chaoyang again, "You really don't want to do the "Little Shoes" symposium?"

This is the second time Zhang Dening has come to inquire about holding a symposium on "Little Shoes" on behalf of "Yanjing Literature and Art". The editorial department wanted to do it after the publication of "Wrangler", but Lin Chaoyang refused.

After the publication of "Little Shoes", it caused a lot of repercussions in the literary world and was also very popular among readers.

Not only did the issue of the magazine in which the novel was published set a new sales record for "Yanjing Literature and Art", but the sales volume after the release of the stand-alone book was also very gratifying.

The single volume of "Little Shoes" has been on the market for two months, and the total print volume has reached 200,000 copies.

It should be said that "Little Shoes" is another work with national influence published by "Yanjing Literature and Art" after "The Wrangler" and "The Traitor".

If you publish a good work, of course you must publicize it well. This is not only good for the author, but also of great benefit to the magazine.

In July, Zhang Dening came to mention this matter to Lin Chaoyang, but Lin Chaoyang refused.

“Your editorial department is really persistent!”

Lin Chaoyang sighed. He couldn't help but think of the scene when he went to the People's Art Museum that day. It was just an informal exchange meeting, and it was solemn and grand. He really didn't dare to think about the scene if "Yenjing Literature and Art" held a symposium.

No gongs and drums, no firecrackers?

He said: "You ask me to talk about mountain travel with others, but if you ask me to sit there and listen to everyone praising each other seriously, I can't do it."

Zhang Dening said helplessly: "You have a problem with your thinking. How come a good symposium becomes so bureaucratic? Has it turned into a scourge?"

"The symposium is also to unify the literary community's evaluation of the work and facilitate the better dissemination of the work in the future." Zhang Dening persuaded with earnest words.

"If you want to do it, you can do it yourself. Why do you have to call me?"

Lin Chaoyang couldn't help her teasing, and he relaxed a little.

"Is there any author who doesn't attend the symposium? Do you think this is an empty plan? Really, other authors are eager to have their works held in symposiums, but with you it's simply like hard labor."

"Because the symposium is not paid, I have to ask for leave. If I don't ask for leave, it will take up my personal rest time."

Zhang Dening felt bitter for a while, "Looking at your little potential, you know how to make money. Is this how you want to pay a scholar?"

"A literati also has to eat, and a literati also has to sleep. I usually have to go to work, and I write in my spare time. In order to supplement my cultural knowledge, I have to go to school for a few classes from time to time.

My colleagues around me often take over my duties. Now if I ask for leave for a symposium, how will they think of me?

Besides, I wrote two novels and a play this year. You have no idea how busy I am in a day.
To be continued...