Chapter 9 Meet Zhu Lin again!

145 yuan, 9 cents and 6 cents!
This is the royalties Liu Jianqing brought to Li Changhe!

cash!

Li Changhe had no idea how they counted those single-digit numbers and gave the highest price.

Atmosphere!
Just because of Lao Zhang and Lao Liu's generous character, Li Changhe has decided that in the future, any manuscripts will be given to [People's Literature] first.

Behind the window on the third floor, I watched Li Changhe leisurely leave.

Liu Jianqing was a little curious: "Old Zhang, I really didn't expect you to offer this kid such a high fee!"

"A thousand gold coins are enough to buy horse bones!"

"To be honest, I don't think his manuscript will cause much opposition. After all, his final sublimation of thought is excellent."

"However, after all, using his manuscript as a pathfinder is risky for him, so it's normal for us to give him some royalties."

"Besides, this manuscript is worth the price!"

Zhang Guangnian said calmly.

"Hey, man, I don't see you have the book?"

Walking to the guard post, the guard at the gate asked Li Changhe curiously.

Li Changhe waved his hand: "Don't mention it, something went wrong, I didn't get it, I'll have to make another trip in two days!"

"Leave first!"

Li Changhe waved at the guard and walked out happily.

Well, next time you come, you have to bring a pack of cigarettes. Even if you don’t smoke, you have to give others one!

After leaving the door of People's Literature, Li Changhe was not in a hurry to go back.

With more than a hundred yuan in hand, you are considered a wealthy man, so why don't you go out for a walk?

They were now in the core area of ​​the capital, and the Forbidden City was just a few hundred meters away, so Li Changhe planned to go for a walk.

I had been there in my previous life, but many areas were blocked at that time, so I could only stroll around the large yard outside.

I heard that in this era, many restricted areas are open, and even the dragon throne in the Golden Palace can be sat on.

Don't you have to feel this?
Strolling along, he came to the ticket office, spent five cents to buy a ticket, and Li Changhe walked in.

There are already quite a few tourists these days, and many people who come to Beijing on business trips from other places will find time to visit the Forbidden City.

Li Changhe entered the Golden Palace and took a look. There was nothing special, so he walked around and came out again.

But when he was coming out of Shenwu Gate, someone stopped him.

"Li Changhe?"

Li Changhe looked in the direction of the sound and saw Zhu Lin pushing a bicycle out of the parking lot next to Shenwu Gate.

"Zhu Lin?"

Li Changhe was a little surprised. He never expected to meet Zhu Lin here.

"Why are you here?"

Zhu Lin looked at Li Changhe curiously and asked.

Li Changhe replied without thinking: "I'm fine, I'm just taking a walk!"

"Where's you?"

"A friend of mine came to Beijing on a business trip to see me, so I brought her here for a look!"

Zhu Lin replied.

Li Changhe looked around and there was no one else there, just this girl.

"We were out of time, she was anxious, so she took the bus back to the guesthouse!"

Zhu Lin saw Li Changhe's confusion and explained.

Li Changhe nodded, and then he thought: "Do you have anything else to do later?"

"How about I treat you to a meal?"

"take me Out to eat?"

Zhu Lin looked at Li Changhe in surprise: "Why are you inviting me to dinner for no reason?"

"I made a little fortune today, and I wanted to find a place to celebrate, and I happened to meet you."

"As the saying goes, an invitation is not as good as an accidental meeting. The joy of eating alone is shared with no one, so why not invite you to join us?"

Li Changhe said with a smile that he didn't think too much about it. It was just a habit from his previous life. When he met friends, he would habitually invite them to have a meal together and share his happy mood.

After all, the greatest loneliness for a person is eating alone, with no one to share the delicious food and joy with. "Are you rich?"

After hearing what Li Changhe said, Zhu Lin looked at him carefully, seeming a little puzzled.

She couldn't help but doubt it. These days, most incomes are regular wages, and things like getting rich sounded unorthodox.

Seeing Zhu Lin's suspicious look, Li Changhe suddenly realized that he had been too presumptuous in his words. In this day and age, making money should not be spent carelessly.

"I submitted a manuscript to People's Literature Magazine and earned some royalties!"

"The address of People's Literature is at No. 166 Chaoyangmennei Street. I came out and took a walk around the Forbidden City, and then I met you!"

Li Changhe quickly explained.

After hearing about the People's Literature Magazine, Zhu Lin was even more surprised this time.

"People's Literature Magazine? Did you earn royalties?"

For people born in the 1970s and 1980s, especially urban youth, it can be said that everyone is a literary youth and everyone is a literature lover.

After all, entertainment options are limited these days, and books are the main medium that can bring new ideas and knowledge to people.

Zhu Lin is naturally also a young woman who is interested in literature. Of course, she knows the level of People's Literature.
"What do you write? Poetry or prose? Or fiction?"

Zhu Lin seemed to be really interested at this time and asked questions continuously.

Li Changhe didn't expect that the other party was so interested in literature.

"What I wrote is confidential for now, I can't tell you, but it's true that I earned money from writing!"

"How about going out for a nice meal to celebrate?"

Li Changhe asked with a smile.

"Okay, where to?"

Zhu Lin didn't hesitate and agreed readily. This girl from Beijing is so straightforward!
Of course, the main reason was that she knew Li Changhe well and they lived in the same building, otherwise she would not have agreed.

Besides, she was indeed interested in Li Changhe's contribution to People's Literature. She had never thought that Li Changhe was a literary youth and could earn royalties from People's Literature.

"I'm not very familiar with this place. I have three places, Quanjude, Donglaishun, and Lao Mo. You choose one!"

Li Changhe stated his goal.

Zhu Lin looked at Li Changhe with a smile: "Wow, these three plots of land are not cheap at all, you really made money!"

"To be frank, the fee is over 100 yuan, so you don't have to worry about me being too conceited. I just want to eat something good and replenish my nutrition."

"Tell me, which one is the most convenient for us to go to?"

Li Changhe also didn't mind keeping his royalties secret, so that the girl wouldn't think he was exaggerating.

Besides, it’s not popular to play the game of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger these days. You have to hide the money you make.

He aimed to make money by writing articles because the money came from a legitimate source and could be spent and earned honestly.

"Quanjude and Donglaishun are both in Wangfujing, but if we go there at this time, it will be late by the time we finish eating, and it will be inconvenient to go home then."

"Let's go northwest from here to Lao Mo, which is near Xizhimen. When we're done eating, we can go straight home along Baiyi Road. It's faster!"

Zhu Lin was very familiar with the capital, much more familiar than Li Changhe, and quickly analyzed the route.

"That's fine, but I came here by bus. How about I give you a ride?"

Li Changhe looked at Zhu Lin's bicycle and asked casually.

After hearing this, Zhu Lin reacted immediately.

"I think your invitation to dinner is fake, and your real intention is to borrow my bike!"

"It's all the same, just a matter of convenience!"

Li Changhe then took the bicycle from Zhu Lin and stepped on it.

Seeing Li Changhe's actions, Zhu Lin was slightly stunned, and then suddenly realized that he had to sit in the back seat, and he had to hold him.

She felt a little shy because it was her first time riding a bicycle with a man of the same age!
"gone!"

Li Changhe gave a reminder, then stepped forward with his long legs and started riding the bike.

Zhu Lin subconsciously grabbed Li Changhe's clothes on the back of his waist with both hands.

There was no way. Her bicycle was a small one for ladies and she sat sideways on the back seat. She couldn't keep steady just by relying on the handlebars below.

She could only grab Li Changhe's lower back.

Smelling the fresh and inexplicable fragrance coming from behind him, Li Changhe smiled slightly.

1977, pretty good!

(End of this chapter)