jdhmnovel Chapter 76 My Mom Was a Literary Master in the 1990s
Chapter 76 My Mom Was a Literary Master in the 1990s
Early in the morning, under a big tree in the village.
Several aunties were still gossiping about Si Yan with great interest.
"Hey, Aunt Wang, I'm new to the village and don't know anything about Si Yan. What's her background? The village chief said she went to high school, so why is she farming in the countryside?"
"You don't understand. Si Yan was originally a girl from the city. She was tricked into coming back by Gu Cheng, who got pregnant out of wedlock."
"Oh, her parents don't care."
Aunt Liu asked curiously.
If it were me, I wouldn't agree even if I broke my daughter's legs.
"They tried to manage it, but it didn't work. I heard she cut ties with her parents."
"How can you be so insensible? Living a life isn't that simple."
Aunt Liu sighed and shook her head. "They're still too young."
As if thinking of something, Aunt Liu asked again.
"Is her man good to her?"
"It was good at first, but later, after I became rich, I divorced her and didn't even keep the children."
Aunt Wang looked disgusted. It was outrageous that a man who abandoned his wife and children could get rich.
"What? So heartless! Why doesn't she go back to her parents' home?"
Aunt Liu expressed her incomprehension, wondering why she didn't contact her parents about something so important.
"I don't know, I guess they're too ashamed to go back."
Aunt Wang looked disgusted.
Aunt Luo, who was standing nearby, leaned in and whispered a few words.
"I heard that Gu Cheng bought a new house in the city and left the old house to Si Yan and her son as compensation. But that's all talk; all the money went to the latter."
Aunt Liu sighed after hearing this.
"So you see, betting on a man's conscience is a losing proposition."
Si Yan paid no attention to the villagers' gossip; all she wanted to do now was make money.
Please do not underestimate a mother's desire to make money.
What does it matter if people point fingers at you? Living your own life well is more important than anything else.
As for the original owner of this body, Si Yan only had one comment.
I was too young back then and couldn't see the true nature of men.
After Gu Xiuyuan went to school, Si Yan went to the county town. If she wanted to take the bus to the county town, she would have to walk for an hour.
After another hour's bus ride, we finally arrived in the county town.
Upon arriving in the county town, Si Yan searched for stalls selling magazines and newspapers along the streets.
Fortunately, she was lucky and found it after searching only one street.
At that time, most magazines were local news, but provincial newspapers had a section dedicated to short stories, so maybe we could give it a try.
Si Yan was engrossed in watching when a young man came over and started chatting with the boss.
"Uncle Lin, how are the Morning Light Storytelling newspapers selling?"
"Look, not a single copy has been sold. Ever since your family's star writer Lin Xiaoguang left, the Morning Light Story Club newspaper has been getting harder and harder to sell."
Seeing the young man's head hanging low, Uncle Lin couldn't help but sigh.
“Zhao Yu, I’m not trying to discourage you, but if I hadn’t watched you grow up, I wouldn’t be selling Morning Light Story Club newspapers anymore.”
"I know, Uncle, could you try selling it for another month? We're looking for a new author."
Zhao Yu spoke in a low, humble voice, clearly lacking confidence herself.
Si Yan's attention was drawn to the crisis, for crisis meant opportunity, a high-scoring opportunity.
After watching Zhao Yu leave, Si Yan quickly paid for the newspaper she had chosen and ran after Zhao Yu.
"Wait a minute, hello, please wait a moment."
"you are?"
Zhao Yu looked at Si Yan with a puzzled expression, wondering if she knew her.
"Hello, you must be Zhao Yu. I just heard the newsstand owner say that you're looking for authors to write for Story Magazine, is that right?"
"You don't need it anymore, you can leave."
After Zhao Yu finished speaking, she wanted to leave. What she said just now was just an excuse, since the Morning Light Storytelling Club might be closing down after next month.
Looking at Zhao Yu's dejected figure, Si Yan calmly spoke.
"What if I had the power to revive your Morning Light Storytelling Club?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yu stopped and turned around to look Si Yan up and down.
"You've got quite the nerve. Do you have any famous works to your name?"
"Not now, but that doesn't mean it won't happen in the future."
Zhao Yu's interest, which had just been piqued, vanished again.
"Fine, I won't blame you for making fun of me. You can go now."
As Zhao Yu spoke, she tried to leave.
"I have the manuscript in my hand. Whether I have the ability or not, you can tell by taking a look, right? Or do you not even have the ability to appreciate the quality of a manuscript?"
Si Yan's words provoked Zhao Yu's temper.
"Alright, I'd like to see what masterpiece you've written, but if I can't stand it and criticize you mercilessly, don't blame me."
After saying that, Zhao Yu reached out and took the manuscript, which was very thin with only three articles.
Due to time constraints, Si Yan only wrote three chapters, each with two thousand words.
At first, Zhao Yu was quite nonchalant, but to her surprise, she was immediately impressed when she saw the manuscript. The handwriting was good and it already had its own style.
Zhao Yu couldn't help but look forward to the content of the manuscript.
Wow, "Martial Arts Chronicles" is actually a martial arts novel.
Zhao Yu, who had become interested, quickly became immersed in it, and he saw a new and complete martial arts system.
Various sects flourish, and the protagonist's background is full of ups and downs, with many foreshadowing elements.
Just as I was watching the scene where the male protagonist was being chased and fell off a cliff, encountering a mysterious person, he suddenly disappeared.
"What happens next? What opportunities will Tianqi have after he falls? His enemies are so powerful, can he win?"
"I've already come up with the ideas for the rest, but I haven't written them yet. What do you think of the first three chapters?"
“Okay, that’s great. As long as you agree, I’ll fix the layout of these three chapters tonight and release them the day after tomorrow.”
Whether you agree or not depends on your sincerity towards me.
"How about a guaranteed minimum of 10 yuan per thousand words, plus 20% of the profits?"
Keep in mind that the average wage for workers in big cities is less than 500 yuan.
The reason Zhao Yu was able to offer this treatment was because his family was very wealthy.
Seeing that Si Yan didn't reply, Zhao Yu became anxious.
"Don't complain about the small amount. This is the treatment we give to our top authors. I'm going to take a gamble today. If I lose, I'll go home and take over my dad's job."
“I can accept the terms, but only for this one book, and Morning Light Story Club only has the distribution rights, the copyright belongs to me.”
Si Yan spoke calmly, unmoved by Zhao Yu's promised reward, after all, the copyright was the main thing.
"No problem, let's go to my office to sign the contract first."
The Morning Light Storytelling Club is not far from them, only a few hundred meters away.
As soon as she went inside, Si Yan regretted it a little.
The entire office was pitch black. Could this newspaper really still be published?
Seeing Si Yan's expression, Zhao Yu gave an awkward smile.
"It's not that the profits are bad, everyone's left, but there's not much work, two people can finish it. As for printing, we have a fixed printing factory to cooperate with."
"Two people? Is there anyone else here besides you?"
Si Yan looked around and could only see pitch blackness.
"Look, there's another one lying on the ground next to you."
Si Yan looked at the person on the ground who looked like a homeless person, her face darkened, and she turned to leave.
"Hey, hey, don't go! We have money, we can settle the bill today."
Seeing Si Yan about to leave, Zhao Yu knew something was wrong and hurriedly shouted out in a panic.
"You should have said so earlier, where should we sign the contract?"
Seeing how quickly Si Yan changed her expression, Zhao Yu was speechless. So she was a writer who only cared about money.
After signing the contract and receiving the money, Si Yan went to the market to buy some daily necessities and then went home.
She and Zhao Yu agreed that she would need to provide a manuscript of at least 20,000 words by the day after tomorrow.
However, she left in a hurry and did not leave an address, which made Zhao Yu, who was behind her, so anxious that she wanted to call the police to find her.