Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

"coming."

Zhang Youyi got up to open the door, while Qin Huairu and others picked up the cut beef and walked towards the second floor.

"You are so good, Zhao Xiyan. You didn't even tell me you came back."

Jin Youwei walked to the bed and started to scold him, "What's the matter? Are you hiding from me because you're afraid I'll ask you for the manuscript of your new book?"

"No way."

Zhao Xiyan sat up cross-legged and handed him a cigarette. "The Workers' Daily is doing well now... What do you want the manuscript for?"

"Screw you."

Jin Youwei rolled his eyes. "Workers' Daily is doing well, but what does that have to do with you? You are just my special author now... The Legend of the Condor Heroes, The Legend of Chu Liuxiang, and The Smiling Proud Wanderer have all been completed and will be published as single volumes soon. What are your plans now?"

"No, can't you just let me relax?" Zhao Xiyan said dissatisfiedly, "You have to wait for others to rest before hanging yourself. You are not asking for the manuscript, you are asking for my life."

Phew!

Zhang Youyi and others immediately burst into laughter.

"What's the matter? An Zhaoqing asked you to be low-key at work, not in writing." Jin Youwei said dissatisfiedly, "Hurry up...give me a new plan. I'm not Zhou Bapi. You can write one book after another."

"Hey."

Zhao Xiyan sighed and didn't respond.

"Editor-in-Chief Jin, my husband just came back from the countryside and is tired... Why don't you wait for him to rest for a while before writing?" Zhang Youyi persuaded.

"Sister-in-law, it's not that I don't want him to rest."

Jin Youwei smiled bitterly and said, "After the serialization of these three books, the letters from readers of my newspaper had to be hauled by trucks... Readers from all over the country wrote to him, asking him to write a new book quickly, but I couldn't do anything about it."

"Many people even thought that we owed Xiao Zhao royalties, and there was money in the letter."

As he spoke, he took out a bank draft from his pocket.

Zhang Youyi took a look at it and felt her heart stop for a moment. She said hurriedly, "Xi Yan, since everyone likes your book, you should write it quickly."

"Oh my god, Jin Youwei is not Zhou Baopi, but you Zhang Youyi have become Huang Shiren?" Zhao Xiyan said with eyes wide open.

"Hahaha."

Qin Huairu and others burst into laughter.

"Screw you."

After Zhang Youyi rolled her eyes at Zhao Xiyan, she handed the bill of exchange to Qin Huairu, who immediately changed her tone.

"Xiao Zhao, I think what Youyi said makes sense...you should write a new book as soon as possible."

"you……"

Zhao Xiyan was suddenly choked.

He walked towards the study helplessly for a while.

When he came out again, he had a thick stack of manuscripts in his hands.

"Oh my god, how many words have you written?" Jin Youwei asked in surprise.

"What's your business?"

Zhao Xiyan rolled his eyes at him and said, "Well, this is the second part of the "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" trilogy... "The Return of the Condor Heroes."

"Is The Legend of the Condor Heroes a trilogy?" Jin Youwei was shocked. "Are Guo Jing and Huang Rong still in the story?"

"Why are you so long-winded? Do you want it or not? Forget it."

Zhao Xiyan tried to take his hand back, but was held down by Jin Youwei.

"Brother, consider it as a favor to me. I will publish the manuscript and pay you the same fee as before... I will also collect the manuscript fees from other newspapers for you."

After he finished speaking, he ran away with the manuscript.

"call."

Zhao Xiyan looked at his back and breathed a sigh of relief.

I wonder how people in this world would react when they see the “Dragon Knight”.

As for changing the master's work, he had no idea at all.

After all, we can't let him be the only one gritting his teeth in hatred, right?

"Xiao Zhao, this bill of exchange... shall we keep it for you?" Qin Huairu said cautiously.

"How much is it? Is it necessary to be so nervous?" Zhao Xiyan scolded with a smile.

"Seventy-three thousand dollars."

Qin Huairu's words frightened everyone.

"How many?"

Zhao Xiyan was also a little unbelievable.

"Seventy-three thousand yuan, and this is only half of it." Zhang Youyi said distressedly, "Xiao Zhao, this is our family's money, you are not allowed to donate it..."

"Yes, I won't donate this money."

Lou Xiao'e quickly agreed, "Now that the war is over, we don't need you to donate money."

"Hmm."

Zhang Youyi and others nodded vigorously.

"Well, you two look like money-grubbers." Zhao Xiyan scolded with a smile, "How many people are there in our family? How much can we eat? How much can we spend?"

"You don't know how valuable money is until you run the household. Don't the women in this yard have to get paid on time every month?" Qin Huairu frowned. "Don't they have to honor their parents during festivals? If you're like that... then you should be the head of the household."

As she spoke, she waved the bill in her hand, but then held it tightly in her hand.

"Don't worry, that's what I said."

Zhao Xiyan said awkwardly, "How can I be the head of the family? If it weren't for you, Sister Qin, this family would have to fall apart. Do you believe it?"

Phew!

Everyone laughed.

"Humph, that's good if you know."

Qin Huairu said coquettishly, "You are a level 16 cadre, and your monthly salary is 110 yuan and 50 cents. Xiao'e, Xiaolu, Youyi, Anxin, Baoer, Yanqing and I each get 50 yuan a month, which is 350 yuan. Jingru and Yushui each get 20 yuan a month for living expenses, which is nearly 400 yuan."

"The monthly expenses for the family are at least 50 or 60 yuan, and that's not even if we have meat every meal. If we eat meat every meal, you have to buy it instead of bringing it back, and that would cost at least more than 100 yuan a month."

"No, just wait."

Zhao Xiyan said in pain, "You... still want me to pay you?"

"What do you mean you give me a salary? This is my monthly salary." Lou Xiao'e pouted and said, "You are the man of the family. We gave birth to your children... We can't afford to support your family, can we?"

"That's not true."

Zhang Youyi also laughed and said, "We have already discussed it. If we have more children, we will have to get an extra 20 yuan a month... Anyway, your current salary is definitely not enough, so you can do it yourself."

"That's not right. I get paid for my writing every month." Zhao Xiyan said angrily.

"It's supported by your royalties."

An Xin joked, "If it weren't for your royalties, we wouldn't agree..."

"I say...what if I can't earn that much money?" Zhao Xiyan said helplessly.

"If you can't earn it, there are ways to divide it."

Lin Lu smiled and said, "If we can't earn enough, we'll just take less. Anyway, you have to pay me every month. In the old society, concubines had to get paid monthly."

Phew!

Qin Jingru and He Yushui couldn't help laughing.

They don't have twenty yuan every month, so Qin Huairu buys them clothes, shoes and socks, and gives them ten yuan a month for living expenses, and five yuan more per person during the holidays.

Zhang Youyi and others did not have so much monthly salary. Their salary was their own and they did not have to hand it over. Each of them received 20 yuan per month, and the rest of the money was kept by Qin Huairu.