Chapter 1709: High royalties, shocked everyone
"Let me see."
Song Ying felt strange, so she walked to the door, took the letter from the postman and read it.
"Hey, Sister Ling, our address is indeed correct, but there is indeed no one named Zhou Chen in our courtyard. Isn't it really a wrong mailing?"
"Really sent to the wrong person?"
Huang Ling also looked curious. It was relatively rare to write the wrong address when writing a letter.
At this time, Zhou Chen and Zhuang Tunan pushed their bicycles into the alley, followed by Lin Dongzhe and Zhuang Xiaoting who were eating popsicles.
Zhou Chen's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the postman standing at the door.
"Mom, are you the messenger?"
Huang Ling nodded, and Song Ying laughed and said: "It's a letter delivery, but this person doesn't know what's going on, and the address is wrong."
Zhou Chen asked the postman: "Uncle, is the recipient's name Zhou Chen?"
The postman looked surprised: "How do you know?"
After confirming that it was his letter, Zhou Chen immediately said: "This letter was sent to me."
"Wait a minute, Tuxi, the recipient's name is Zhou Chen, why is it addressed to you?"
Song Ying was very strange, and so was Huang Ling.
Zhou Chen explained to them: "Mom, Aunt Song, Zhou Chen is my pen name. I wrote some fairy tales before and submitted them by mail to the 'Children's Literature' magazine. This should be their reply to me."
"Contribute to a magazine?"
Zhou Chen's words shocked everyone, including the postman. After all, Zhou Chen was only eleven years old, and he actually wrote his own story and submitted it to a magazine. It was a bit unbelievable.
Zhou Chen ignored their shock and said to the postman: "Uncle, it's my letter, give it to me."
The postman was just delivering letters. The address was right and the name was right, so he handed the letter to Zhou Chen.
“Kids, it’s amazing to write and submit your own stories at such a young age.”
After saying that, he left. This was just a small episode for him, and he had to work hard next.
In an instant, everyone looked at the letter in Zhou Chen's hand.
Zhuang Xiaoting sticks to Zhou Chen all day long. She knows Zhou Chen's situation best. She asked in surprise: "Brother, has your submission been accepted by 'Children's Literature'? Is this a reply?"
Huang Ling pulled a few people into the room, and then asked: "Xiao Ting, what are you talking about? Do you know about your second brother's submission?"
"You know, I went with my second brother to send the letter that day. It was after he took the exam at No. 1 Middle School. My brother had been writing stories and comic books. He sent them to two families, one of which was 'Children
Literature', and the other one is 'Pictures', second brother, which company's reply is this?"
"Children's Literature Replies."
More than a month has passed, and I finally got a reply. The efficiency in this era is indeed frighteningly low. It may also be because the policy has been relaxed. There are more people submitting manuscripts now, and the manuscript review and approval time is longer, but it is a good thing that I received a reply.
Song Ying was very surprised: "Tuxi is so awesome. She actually submitted an article to a magazine. Sister Ling, I really can't believe it."
Having good grades and submitting to magazines are two completely different concepts. In this day and age, it’s not uncommon for people to get into magazines. In everyone’s eyes, they are considered intellectuals.
As for how old Zhou Chencai is, he is just over eleven years old this year. There are probably not many people in the country who write stories and submit them to magazines at such a young age.
Huang Ling was also confused. She couldn't help but ask: "So you were writing and drawing at home just to write stories and novels for the public?"
Zhou Chen often writes and draws at home. Of course she knew that, but she never said anything. She just regarded it as Zhou Chen's own hobby, as long as it didn't affect his studies.
But who would have thought that Zhou Chen would give her such a big surprise.
Seeing Zhou Chen nod, Song Ying suddenly cheered in surprise: "Doesn't that mean that I will be able to see your stories in magazines in the future?"
"Not necessarily, this is just a reply. Whether it is a rejection or something else, you will know after reading it."
"Then quickly take it apart and take a look."
The two adults and three children were all staring at the letter in Zhou Chen's hand.
As for Zhou Chen, he had already guessed the result when he got the letter. It was much thinner than when he sent it, so it was obviously not a rejection.
In front of everyone, he quickly tore open the letter and took out the contents. The first thing he saw was some cash.
"Money? Is this money?"
Lin Dongzhe exclaimed when he saw the huge group of people. Song Ying was so frightened that she quickly covered his mouth.
"What the hell is that? Lin Dongzhe, shut your mouth."
Although she was scolding Lin Dongzhe, she was actually very shocked because the stack of banknotes was at least several dozen.
Zhou Chen casually handed the money to Huang Ling. Huang Ling was so frightened that she quickly caught it with both hands. When Zhou Chen saw the two pictures below, he also handed them to Huang Ling.
Huang Ling, who was counting money foolishly, was startled when she saw the two pieces of paper handed over by Zhou Chen, and her eyes widened.
Song Ying stretched her head to take a look and covered her mouth the next moment.
"This is a money order? One for three hundred, two for six hundred?"
Huang Ling muttered stupidly: "94 yuan, plus two money orders, the total is 694 yuan?"
Song Ying was also stupid. It wasn't that she didn't have so much money. The main reason was that the money was actually the money in Zhou Chen's reply. Doesn't that mean that the money was sent to Zhou Chen by the magazine?
"Tusi, this money?"
At this time, Zhou Chen had already read the reply letter from 'Children's Literature', explaining that the four fairy tales he had sent had been selected and would be published in the next issue of 'Children's Literature' magazine. This 694 is the royalties given to him.
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"Mom, don't worry, take it. This is the fairy tale story that the magazine accepted from me. This is the royalties given to me. Moreover, they also asked me to write for them. They hope that I can contribute to them again in the future. This money is also
Because I am a new writer, if I have high-quality stories in the future, my manuscript fee may be increased."
Zhou Chen has been writing since last year. This time he submitted four fairy tales to the "Children's Literature" magazine. The longest one is more than a thousand words, and the other three are several hundred words each. These four articles
Fairy tales are the more popular fairy tales that he remembers from various film and television worlds.
These days, there are many restrictions on writing novels, and medium-length novels are also very time-consuming. Without computers, writing by hand is too laborious, so fairy tales are the most cost-effective. Notwithstanding the short word count, the manuscript fee is much higher than that of novels.
Before submitting children's literature, he had already understood that the fairy tales in children's literature of this era were almost a thousand words or more than a hundred words. The specifics would vary depending on the author's reputation and the excitement of the story, but the review was very strict.
Although the four fairy tales he chose were pretty good, he was still very happy that they were all selected, and the other party gave him a royalties of nearly 700, which showed that the children's literature magazine recognized his fairy tales very much.
It can be said that this time it is a good start.
This also proves that he made the right choice. At this initial stage, given his status and age, it is more cost-effective to choose fairy tales and comic stories than writing novels.
He really didn't take this little money seriously, but Huang Ling and Song Ying saw his calm expression, and they didn't know what to say.
Huang Ling was excited and incoherent: "Tuxi, you, are you serious? This, this money is really the royalties you invested in it? Don't lie to mom, she can't stand this kind of excitement."
Six hundred and ninety-four yuan, which was more than her annual salary, was only Zhou Chen's fee for one submission. Even if she saw it with her own eyes now, she still couldn't believe it and thought it was a dream.
Song Ying was also dumbfounded. She had worked hard for a year and only earned a few hundred yuan. How could Zhou Chen earn so much just by writing a few stories?
The most unbelievable thing is that Zhou Chen is less than twelve years old. Is it true that Gan Luo Twelve was the prime minister in ancient times, and Tuxi Twelve can make money to support his family today?
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And what Zhou Chen said just now, this is the manuscript fee for new writers, and it may be even higher in the future. Is this a joke?
Zhuang Tunan was also stunned. He was still the eldest brother. Although he gradually realized that his younger brother was smarter than him, he never thought that the gap would be so big, so the way he looked at Zhou Chen changed.
As for Lin Dongzhe, he is already settling accounts.
"Xiaoting, six hundred and ninety-four, you can buy a TV, right? How much cream ice cream do you need to buy?"
Zhuang Xiaoting said angrily: "Lin Dongzhe, you just know how to eat. This is an honor for my second brother. It's great to see my second brother's story in a magazine in the future."
She has read some of the stories written by Zhou Chen and likes them very much. She is Zhou Chen's most loyal reader and admirer, so no matter what kind of performance and achievements Zhou Chen has, she will not be surprised, she will only feel honored.
"Mom, it's true. Look, this is a reply from the magazine's editorial department."
Zhou Chen gave the reply to Huang Ling, and then Song Ying and Zhuang Tunan both craned their necks to read it together.
Indeed, as Zhou Chen said, there were many complimentary words in the letter, but Zhou Chen did not say them.
After reading it, Huang Ling still felt that it was unreal and dreamy, but she still had to believe it, with the black and white words in front of her eyes.
"My son earns more than me?"
To be continued...