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After reading Li Changhe's latest manuscript, Liu Jianqing naturally stayed at the Beijing Hotel for dinner.

He couldn't eat the work meal, so Li Changhe invited him to eat at the East Building Restaurant.

Of course there is also Zhu Lin. Sometimes she has nothing to do and gets off work early, so she strolls to the Beijing Hotel to find Li Changhe.

The guards knew such a beautiful girl and let her pass by simply scanning her face.

After enjoying a delicious meal, Liu Jianqing wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and then gave some instructions to Li Changhe.

"You, just stay in the Capital Hotel and write your manuscripts. Don't go anywhere else."

"A lot of people are looking for you lately!"

After the restoration of the Writers Association, all work was put back on track and its magazines began to resume publication.

When the journal resumes publication, submissions are needed, and when manuscripts are written, authors are needed.

Today, Li Changhe is undoubtedly a banner among young writers.

Whoever can get Li Changhe's manuscript will surely be the first to make a splash when the publication resumes, ushering in an explosion in sales.

After all, with the support of Li Changhe, the monthly sales of People's Literature have exceeded one million copies.

"I can't write even if you ask me. I only have two hands now, and I can only write so much in a day. How can I have extra manuscripts?"

Li Changhe said to Liu Jianqing with a smile.

Now he can only write a few thousand words a day even if he works very hard. A long story is different from a short story, and some plots must be consistent.

Although this novel is called a long novel, it is actually not that long, with only about 300,000 words.

Compared to the novels I wrote in my previous life, this is the amount of updates in less than a month.

But in this era, this is already a very long article.

For a masterpiece like that of a million words, in the era of handwriting, the time to write was calculated in years, so Li Changhe was not considering such a long length for the time being.

"By the way, there's one more thing!"

"You published a lot of manuscripts under other pseudonyms in Yanhe, Shaanxi Literature and Art, and Yanjing Literature and Art before!"

Liu Jianqing suddenly remembered something and continued to speak to Li Changhe.

Li Changhe nodded: "Yes, but some of them are of average quality!"

At that time, he submitted manuscripts to these literary magazines. Some of the manuscripts were not so well written, after all, he was doing it to get the royalties.

"It's okay. This time it's not the People's Literature Publishing House that's targeting you. This time it's the Capital Publishing House."

Liu Jianqing said with a smile.

"Beijing City Publishing House?"

"You mean, they're going to publish my novel, too?"

Li Changhe asked in surprise.

Liu Jianqing smiled and explained the reason to Li Changhe.

"This is a coincidence for you. You know that the literary and art circles were greatly affected in the past few years, and so was the Beijing Publishing House. It was not until the past two years that it slowly resumed its staffing."

"But recovery is recovery, and it is difficult to reopen the situation. They have tried many directions, and this year's goal is to focus on literature."

"It is said that they have already discussed with Director Wang and will launch a new literary magazine "October" next month."

Li Changhe knew that the Director Wang Liu Jianqing mentioned was Director Wang Shimin of the Literature and Art Editorial Department of Beijing Publishing House.

He is also the founder of October magazine.

"But the Magazine is still a magazine, and for the publishing business, they still want to publish a hit book."

"Then they thought of you. The fact that you have many aliases has now spread among editors."

"Beijing City Publishing House thought of your unpublished manuscripts. They want to sort them out and publish a book for you."

"But those pen names are not well-known. Even if they are published, can they sell well?"

Li Changhe said with some confusion.

Of course, his pseudonyms are not completely unknown, but compared with the pseudonym "Ling Jue", those pseudonyms are somewhat ordinary.

"You don't understand this, right? They don't have to use the fame of 'Ling Jue' or any other pseudonym of yours. They can just use your name."

"For example, "Collected Works of Li Changhe" or "Selected Novels of Li Changhe"

"For readers, the name Li Changhe is no less famous than the author's name Ling Jue."

"What's more, your name has been published in the People's Daily."

"Especially in the area around Beijing, your name, Li Changhe, is well-known. I estimate that the sales in this area alone will be enough to open up the Beijing Publishing House."

Hearing Liu Jianqing's words, Li Changhe felt a little ashamed.

"Here, can those manuscripts of mine be put together into a collection of essays?"

“I think this kind of book publishing is not a good idea, right?”

Although he also wrote articles to earn royalties, they were new stories after all.

He had never come across this kind of duplicate publication of books.

"What's wrong with this? You wrote it yourself and published it under another pen name. If you put it under Ling Jue's pen name, it would be suspected of deceiving readers. But if you put it under your own name, there is no problem."

"For most readers nowadays, there are too few books to read. Take Liu Xinwu for example. He wants to publish a book, but he doesn't have that many novels."

"For a freak like you, writing a novel is as easy as eating and drinking water."

"In the past, we gave a writer a publishing cycle of about one to two years, such as Mr. Mao Dun and Mr. Ba Jin."

"If you calculate it this way, publishing one more book a year is not bad!"

"By the way, when will you be able to finish writing this long novel?"

Li Changhe thought about it and decided that if things went well, he would be able to finish writing it before school starts in September.

"Before school starts, I can probably finish it."

"Okay, then I'll start publishing your first article in the next issue. I guess I'll have to open a column for you by then!" "People's Literature has never published a long novel in it before, so I'll give it a try with yours."

"Wait until you finish publishing this novel, and then I think it will be just in time to publish the finished product."

Liu Jianqing has made clear arrangements for Li Changhe at this time, and he has great potential to be an agent.

Now Zhang Guangnian has become the secretary of the Writers Association, and Lao Liu is basically in charge of the daily work at the People's Literature Magazine.

It’s a pity that Lao Liu is not young anymore. Considering his age, it is unlikely that he will succeed as the editor-in-chief of People’s Literature.

"Okay, you decide on the arrangements, I don't care!"

Li Changhe shook his head and said.

He really didn't care. In fact, there was one thing Li Changhe didn't tell Liu Jianqing, which was that the probability of him writing novels in the future was not high.

Now that he has some free time, Li Changhe also writes novels to earn some extra money and increase his income.

But after a while, if his plan succeeds, literary works will become dispensable to him.

Of course, the identity of a writer cannot be given up. After all, the identity of a writer in the 1980s is a super business card!

However, Li Changhe himself had not thought about these things well, so he was not in a hurry to tell Liu Jianqing.

"Then, what about the Beijing Publishing House?"

"If you think it's appropriate, just publish it. I have no objection."

"I'll take a look at the selected manuscripts then. If the number is not enough, I can add a few more."

Li Changhe thought about it and agreed.

The publishing house has already considered it, so there is no need for him to be pretentious here. Just publish it if you want.

"Okay, I'll go back and tell them."

"If you really want to make up for the manuscript, I think they will be more willing. If it is established next month in October, they may want you to publish an article."

"In fact, you are also from Beijing. It would be a good idea to publish one of their articles first. The Beijing Publishing House will definitely remember your favor."

Liu Jianqing spoke seriously to Li Changhe at this time.

Anyway, now that People's Literature has taken control of the novels in Li Changhe's hands, it will naturally no longer focus on the short stories.

If Li Changhe writes an article and publishes it in October, it will also be beneficial to Li Changhe himself.

After all, Beijing Publishing House belongs to Beijing itself, which is different from People's Literature Publishing House.

In this era, there is no talk of regional protection, but the sense of identity between regions is still very strong, otherwise there would not be Beijing circle, Shanghai circle and Northwest circle in the literary and art circles in the future.

"Okay, I'll see if I can write one for them in the next few days!"

Li Changhe nodded in agreement.

Seeing Liu Jianqing's relaxed expression, Li Changhe smiled in his heart.

It's possible that Old Liu was commissioned by someone to act as a lobbyist, but he was just too embarrassed to say it out loud.

After all, he had always emphasized that Li Changhe should give priority to providing the manuscript to People's Literature. He couldn't be contradicting himself now.

In fact, Li Changhe was not wrong, but he was not just acting as a lobbyist.

The main reason was that at a previous meeting of the Writers Association, Liu Jianqing was besieged by old friends from other brother units.

The main reason is that they are holding on to the high-quality author resources and are unwilling to let go, and this is actually referring to Li Changhe.

Liu Jianqing was also somewhat helpless. He explained that it was because Li Changhe’s output was low, not that he did not allow the other party to submit works.

However, no one believed this reason. In desperation, Zhang Guangnian persuaded Liu Jianqing to give Li Changhe's manuscript to other publishers.

Liu Jianqing was helpless. Even if he told them the truth, they wouldn't believe it.

If you don't believe it, forget it. Anyway, Li Changhe is hiding in the Beijing Hotel writing, and ordinary magazines can't find him at all.

But at the end of today, Liu Jianqing felt that he should still give some manuscripts to other magazines.

So in the end I mentioned it to Li Changhe tactfully, but I didn't expect that Li Changhe agreed.

Good!

The three of them finished their meal and left the Jingcheng Hotel, while Li Changhe and Zhu Lin rode their bicycles home.

It gets dark late now, but it’s still light after seven in the evening, so it’s not too late to go home.

When the two men rode their bikes to the door of their house, they saw a young man standing downstairs.

He didn't take it seriously at first, but when he got closer, Li Changhe realized that the person standing there was Shen Juncheng.

"Jun Cheng?"

Li Changhe stopped his bicycle and shouted curiously.

Shen Juncheng turned around, saw Li Changhe, and nodded.

Li Changhe parked his bicycle on the side of the road and looked back at Zhu Lin.

"Linlin, you go up first. I'll chat with Juncheng here."

Since Shen Juncheng is waiting for him downstairs, there is a high probability that something has happened.

"Row!"

Zhu Lin nodded and went upstairs first.

"Let's go, talk while we walk!"

There are not many mosquitoes when walking now, but if you stand there for a while, you will be bitten by mosquitoes.

"Row!"

The two men then walked out of the family compound.

(Gone!)

(End of this chapter)