Turning around, under the loudspeaker broadcast by the third sister-in-law Wang Yufen, everyone in the Jin family knew that Xiang Nan had written a martial arts novel.
"Yo, our Jin family has a writer." Sister-in-law Wu Peifang laughed.
"Seventh brother, I've read your novel, it's really good." Second sister-in-law Cheng Huichang laughed.
Even Mrs. Jin knew about her son’s writing of novels, “You can write as long as you like, it’s always a good thing. But don’t write about taboos.”
"I see, mother." Xiang Nan nodded, "It's just a popular novel, and there will be no taboos."
Afterwards, even Liu Baoshan, Wang Youchun, Kong Xueni, Meng Jizu and other wine and meat friends got wind of it, and they called Xiang Nan to ask for books, and invited him to dinner to celebrate his becoming a writer.
Xiang Nan declined all of them. He really didn't want to deal with these cronies, spending a dime on them was a waste.
He came to the Beijing Times by himself.
Jinghua Times was one of the newspapers with the largest circulation in Peking at that time, with each issue selling more than 60,000 copies.
Xiang Nan wants to improve his reputation, so the platform is very important. The Beijing Times has such a large circulation, which is just right for him.
When he came to the newspaper office, he went directly to the editor-in-chief Pan Shouchen.
"Hello, Editor-in-Chief Pan, I'm Jin Yanxi. I take the liberty of visiting today, and I want to invite you to read my manuscript." He said to Pan Shouchen with a smile.
As the editor-in-chief of the largest newspaper in the capital, Pan Shouchen naturally knew the influential figures in the capital very well.
Knowing that Jin Yanxi is the son of Prime Minister Jin Quan, he has always been idle, eating, drinking and having fun. What kind of good articles can a dude like this write.
He intended to keep Jin Yanxi out, but after thinking about it, he wanted to give Jin Quan some face. Otherwise, there will be a lot of inconvenience in running the newspaper in the future.
"Yes. But I've been too busy these days, and I may have to wait a few days before I can read Young Master Jin's masterpiece." Pan Shouchen smiled and said, the purpose is to wait for changes.
If Xiang Nan was only in a feverish mood, he might have forgotten about it after a few days of delay; if Xiang Nan insisted on publishing it, he would be impatient and choose other newspapers after delaying it for a few days.
Xiang Nan is so smart, he immediately saw through his thoughts, and quickly smiled, "Editor Pan, I'll hold you back for five minutes. You can read my manuscript first. If it doesn't work, you can refuse it, I have nothing to say."
Seeing this, Pan Shouchen couldn't think about it, so he nodded, took the manuscript, and began to read it.
At first glance, he noticed Xiang Nan's handwriting.
In good conscience, this handwriting is really good.
He originally thought that a dude like Xiang Nan, who is ignorant and incompetent, must be weak and boneless in writing, weak and weak, and maybe even crawl like a dog.
But unexpectedly, Xiang Nan's handwriting is strong and powerful, penetrating three points, which is really good, even comparable to the famous masters of the time.
This can't help but make his eyes shine, leaving a good impression.
…
Pan Shouchen immediately read the article, and saw that it was written as a martial arts novel.
Since Pingjiang Buxiaosheng created "The Legend of Heroes of Jianghu", martial arts novels have become popular in the world, attracting a large number of readers, and are very popular.
Seeing this, many authors have followed suit. But well-written ones are rare.
Pan Shouchen originally thought Xiang Nan's novel was just a follow-up.
But from the first glance, until he finished reading the manuscript, his eyes never left the manuscript.
"Editor Pan, how is my manuscript?" Xiang Nan asked with a smile.
"What's this called? It's just a martial arts novel. Could it be that I can't plagiarize it?" Xiang Nan pretended to be angry.
"Yes, yes, yes, I made a slip of the tongue, please forgive me, Young Master Jin." Pan Shouchen quickly waved his hands.
"I don't need to talk about that, I just want to ask you, how is my book?" Xiang Nan waved his hand, looking into Pan Shouchen's eyes and asked.
"Okay, nothing to say, it's really good." Pan Shouchen praised repeatedly.
He has read tens of thousands of volumes, and has read countless good books. He read them with gusto just now, and he couldn't put them down. If it was an ordinary reader, he would be even more obsessed.
"In that case, it shouldn't be a problem for my novel to be published in your newspaper, right?" Xiang Nan said again.
"That's natural, I wish for it." Pan Shouchen laughed.
In order to promote sales, newspapers in the period of the Republic of China have become popular to invite well-known writers to serialize to attract people to buy.
"Then how much are you willing to pay for the manuscript?" Xiang Nan asked.
Pan Shouchen was taken aback for a moment, then made some calculations, and said, "To tell you the truth, Master Jin, now ordinary manuscripts cost three yuan for a thousand words. With your status as Young Master Jin, and your novels are so wonderful, I would like to give you a thousand words." How about the price of six yuan?"
Xiang Nan nodded when he heard this.
Today’s literary giant, Lu Xun, paid only eight yuan per thousand characters; Zhang Henshui, the number one writer in the Republic of China, paid only ten yuan per thousand characters.
Pan Shouchen was willing to give him a newcomer at a price of 6 yuan per thousand characters, which is indeed very kind.
"How many words can Young Master Jin write every day? Our Jinghua Times is a daily newspaper, and the serialization cannot be interrupted. Each issue must be at least 3,000 words." Pan Shouchen said again.
He was worried that Xiang Nan would spend three days fishing and two days posting on the net. If the young master loses his temper in the middle of the serialization and refuses to write, then they will be in trouble.
"Don't worry, I can write at least 20,000 words a day, and I will never let you go." Xiang Nan said with a smile, "I, Jin Yanxi, have always spat at each other when I speak, so don't worry that I will lie to you."
"Yes, yes, yes, I have heard about Young Master Jin's honesty and commitment." Pan Shouchen nodded and said, then left the manuscript and paid Xiang Nan 300 yuan for the manuscript.
"Master Jin, the three hundred yuan is here, please count." He said with a smile.
"It's just small money, what else can I order, I can trust Editor-in-Chief Pan." Xiang Nan waved his hand and put the money into his pocket, "Let's say goodbye today, and come to visit another day."
Pan Shouchen saw that Xiang Nan was so understated about the huge sum of three hundred yuan, and he couldn't help feeling that he was a son of a wealthy family, and his spirit was indeed extraordinary.
…
Xiang Nan left the Beijing Times, and then took a rickshaw to Liulichang.
In two days, it will be Jin Quan's birthday. He wanted to buy an antique to celebrate his father's birthday.
In the play, Jin Yanxi didn't take Jin Quan's birthday seriously at all. Not only did it arrive late, but she didn't even prepare a single gift, which was less than Jin Meili's attention.
Xiang Nan naturally wouldn't do such a stupid thing.
Walking around, I suddenly heard someone shouting from behind, "Yanxi~"
Xiang Nan looked back, but it was the fifth sister Jin Minzhi and the sixth sister Jin Runzhi.
"Hey, Fifth Sister, Sixth Sister, why are you here?" He hurriedly greeted her and smiled.
"The day after tomorrow is my father's birthday, and we want to prepare a birthday gift for him." Jin Minzhi said with a smile, "I think, with your carefree personality, you must have forgotten it."
"How is it possible, I also came here to prepare a gift for my father." Xiang Nan waved his hand and smiled.
"If you have filial piety, let's go together." Jin Runzhi said, and then the three siblings began to stroll.