Chapter 38 Boy, I advise you not to cut off other people’s financial resources!
"Dear Comrade Ling Jue: I am a female educated youth who once went to the countryside like the protagonist in your novel. I was deeply attracted by it and I want to be your lifelong revolutionary partner."

Li Changhe quickly glanced at the words on the "love confession letter" and then threw it aside casually.

"What's wrong? Aren't you happy after watching it?"

Zhu Lin spoke to Li Changhe in a sarcastic tone at this time.

This is obviously a case of jealousy.

"Happy? What's there to be happy about?"

"This female reader likes the author Ling Jue. What does it have to do with me, Li Changhe?"

Li Changhe spoke to Zhu Lin righteously.

"Humph, you are just quibbling!"

Zhu Lin would not be fooled by Li Changhe, she was not stupid enough to understand this trick.

Li Changhe smiled and shook his head: "What I said is true."

"I don't think so. I've never met her or spoken to her. She doesn't even know what I like to eat, watch, or wear in real life."

"She felt that her soul mate was essentially the protagonist in the novel, and she placed her feelings for the protagonist on the author himself."

"If you are with this kind of female reader, you either have to change her into the type you like."

"Or she transformed you, madly transforming you into the protagonist of a novel!"

"So this kind of love confession letter is just nonsense. I never believe it!"

Zhu Lin looked at Li Changhe thoughtfully, and asked with a hint of suspicion: "Do you really think so?"

She felt that what Li Changhe said made sense, but not entirely.

"That's for sure"

Li Changhe answered decisively.

In the past lives, many X fans have fallen, the best of which were their reputations ruined, while the worst were just given box lunches. These were all lessons learned through blood and tears.

"Okay, you pass."

After Li Changhe's analysis, Zhu Lin's slight dissatisfaction disappeared. He really couldn't be blamed for the reader's confession.

Then Zhu Lin opened another letter and started reading.

"This is a good letter. It's a suggestion written for you. I think it makes sense."

Zhu Lin read a part of it and handed it to Li Changhe.

Li Changhe didn't even look at it and threw it aside.

"The party of advice, don't read it!"

"Don't you want to take a look? I think what he wrote makes sense?"

Zhu Lin was a little surprised and didn't understand why Li Changhe didn't look.

Li Changhe looked at her and sighed.

"What he said may make sense, but it doesn't work for me."

"Let's put it this way. When a story begins to be written, its plot and ending are already determined. The author already has a plan in mind."

"Besides, the novel has already been written. What's the point of his suggestion?"

"On the other hand, a story can have hundreds of interpretations, and each interpretation may make sense. Who should I listen to then?"

"This letter is just one of hundreds or even thousands of letters. Maybe there are other readers who disagree with him and have good reasons for what they say."

Li Changhe explained to Zhu Lin seriously.

In his previous life, he discovered that many authors like to read the comments in the book review section when writing books, and then write according to the comments in the book review section. As a result, they go astray as they write, and the book is ruined.

In fact, for a book with tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of collections, how many readers write book reviews?
What can a single opinion among these readers represent?
It represents more the preferences of their kind of people!
The tone of a book is set from the moment it is written. If it is modified midway, it means that the entire length will have to change accordingly.

So although I read Li Changhe's book reviews in his previous life, I basically didn't refer to his opinions, except for one.

"You are stubborn and won't listen to any advice. This is not good!"

At this time, Zhu Lin shook his head and said to Li Changhe.

Li Changhe smiled and shook his head: "Why am I so indifferent? Let me put it this way, there is a type of letter from a reader that I really like."

“That’s the Data Party!”

"Information Party? What does that mean?"

Zhu Lin was very confused when he heard this new term.

"If you can use accurate historical data to tell me where something is wrong, I will definitely accept and approve of it."

In fact, for Li Changhe, it is more than just recognition. He also copies book reviews.

He remembered that in his previous life, as soon as he wrote a timeline for a book, readers posted thousands of words of information in the comment section, including all the company information that met the requirements of the protagonist at the time.

Later, Li Changhe was too lazy to look up information and just wrote according to the book review of that big guy. The result was unexpectedly good.

This kind of information party is a pure love fan.

"Okay, I think what you said makes sense."

When Zhu Lin heard Li Changhe's rebuttal, he also felt that he was right.

Then he threw the letter aside and started to open it again.

Finally, she opened another letter with money in it, which contained a two-yuan bill.

This made her more motivated and interested.

After they understood the classification, the two of them started to open the letters faster. By 3:00 p.m., they had finally finished opening all the letters.

"Let me do the math. In total we have two hundred and thirty-eight yuan in cash and one hundred and sixty-seven kilograms of food coupons."

"This is equivalent to my salary for half a year."

Zhu Lin's monthly salary is only about 30 yuan now.

"Let's go for a walk, buy some stamps, and deliver these two manuscripts to People's Literature!"

Li Changhe said with a smile at this time.

If I want to return these letters, I have to pay for the stamps myself. Even though a stamp only costs a few cents, it would probably cost several dollars to return so many letters.

Lose, lose.

Zhu Lin was quite excited, so the two of them went out, but they didn't ride bicycles because it was too sunny.

I took the bus directly into the city.

I arrived at the door of the People's Literature Magazine with familiarity, and it happened that the guard at the door was the same guard that day.

"Comrade, I'm here to get the book again?"

Li Changhe greeted the other party skillfully.

The other person looked at Li Changhe and felt that he looked familiar, but was not quite sure.

"You are the one. The one"

He tried hard to recall, but couldn't remember the name.

"Plasma High Frequency Collider"

Li Changhe gave a "friendly" reminder.

"Yes, yes, that's right, I remember now, Plasma, go in!"

The security guard said enthusiastically that he had explained this strange name to his colleagues several times, but he was so confused that he forgot what it was called.

After entering the door, Zhu Lin couldn't help but ask curiously: "What plasma, what did you tell him?"

"Last time I submitted my article, I made up a machine name to trick him in order to get in."

Li Changhe told Zhu Lin about the little trick he used to get in last time.

Zhu Lin couldn't help but chuckle after hearing this.

"How could you be so mean!"

The two chatted as they walked and soon arrived at Liu Jianqing's office.

Liu Jianqing happened to be inside.

"Long river?"

"Editor-in-Chief Liu, I'm here to submit another article."

Li Changhe walked in with a smile.

Liu Jianqing nodded: "You are so lazy, it has taken you so long to send the manuscript to me, let me see it."

Li Changhe handed over two manuscripts. Liu Jianqing felt the thickness and smiled slightly.

Two servings!

I finished reading the first one first. It is very well written, just like the usual standard.

Well, let’s take a look at the second one.

After looking at it for a few times, Liu Jianqing frowned.

"Changhe, do you want to use Ling Jue's pen name to issue this notice to refuse letters containing money and grain?"

"Correct!"

Li Changhe nodded.

Liu Jianqing sighed and shook his head: "Changhe, this thing can't be sent, and I don't recommend you to send it."

"what happened?"

Li Changhe was a little surprised. There was nothing wrong with publishing this.

"You are still too young!"

"Your article is well written. The whole article implies that you are not short of money. But if you are not short of money, does that mean others are not short of money too?"

"You are from an educated family, living in a two-bedroom apartment in a university housing estate, but many other authors still live in tube-shaped buildings, compound houses, or even in rural areas."

"Besides, not every author is like you, and can get the highest royalties for their manuscripts."

"Many people revise their manuscripts three or four times, and only publish one manuscript in a month or even two months, and the manuscript fee is only a few dozen yuan."

"The money in these letters was previously because the authors did not receive royalties, but some readers provided subsidies. Our editorial department turned a blind eye to this. After all, this was not against the rules. Authors are also human beings and need to eat, right?"

"Your article has exposed this matter. You don't need this money, but what about others?"

"Will you let other authors accept or reject it in the future?"

"If I take it, you will be so noble and upright in front of them, and they will look greedy! If I don't take it, not only will I be poor, but I will also have to pay for the stamp to send it back."

"This matter is not that simple!"

Liu Jianqing explained to Li Changhe in a serious tone.

In fact, Li Changhe understood the implicit meaning of the words. To put it simply, it can be summed up in one sentence.

Boy, I advise you not to cut off other people’s source of income!
(End of this chapter)