Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

The next day.

As soon as Zhao Xiyan went out, he saw the young people in the yard looking at him with gloating eyes. Although the older generation didn't do it so obviously, their mouths were almost grinning from ear to ear.

"Xiao Zhao, I really envy you." Xu Damao said hypocritically.

"Why do you envy me?"

Zhao Xiyan looked at him with a smile.

"I envy you for having a toilet next to your house. It's so close to you, so you don't have to queue up on the street anymore..." Xu Damao sighed.

"Xu Damao, what are you talking about?" Sha Zhu pretended to be unhappy, "This kid didn't pay a penny... Why should he go to the toilet?"

"Oh, I forgot about this..." Xu Damao slapped his head.

Zhao Xiyan just watched them singing in unison quietly without saying anything.

This made Xu Damao and others immediately unhappy. People are pooping and peeing next to your house, why are you so calm?

"Xiao Zhao, don't you have anything to say?" Liu Guangqi said cautiously.

"What's there to say?" Zhao Xiyan spread his hands and said, "You should think clearly about who came up with this idea. When the street office investigates, you will be in big trouble."

"bluff."

Yan Bugui, who was passing by, sneered.

"It's hard to persuade a damned ghost with kind words. Just do as you please."

Zhao Xiyan shrugged and walked towards the steel mill.

I bother.

Yan Bugui and others looked at his back and spat at the same time.

When the toilet is built, we’ll see if we can still live here.

Steel rolling mill.

After greeting Wang Hu, Zhao Xiyan walked towards the broadcasting room.

But I didn't expect that as soon as I entered the door, I saw Lou Bancheng and Mrs. Lou sitting on stools, and a middle-aged man wearing glasses sitting next to them.

"Webmaster..."

Lou Xiaoe shouted.

"Hey, Stationmaster Zhao is here..."

Lou Bancheng and others also stood up.

"Hello everyone."

After saying hello, Zhao Xiyan looked at the middle-aged man.

Why does he feel that the more he looks at her, the more familiar she looks.

"Zhao Xiyan, you made it so hard for me to find you."

The middle-aged man sneered, "If it weren't for this "Swordsman", I really wouldn't have been able to find you..."

"Fuck, are you Editor-in-Chief Jin of the New Youth Daily?"

Zhao Xiyan looked horrified.

How did this guy find his way here?

"It's the Huaxia New Youth Daily."

Jin Youwei, with a frown on his face, corrected him and chuckled, "Stationmaster Zhao is hiding very well. I asked my friends in the Joint Defense Office to look for you, but we still can't find you..."

"Then how did you find me?" Zhao Xiyan asked curiously.

"Mr. Lou and I are friends. After reading The Smiling, Proud Wanderer yesterday, he called me and asked me what the quality of the novel was..."

Jin Youwei sneered, "When I saw this text, I knew it was you."

"Hey, Editor-in-Chief Jin."

Lou Bancheng said unhappily, "Xiao Zhao is not a criminal, why do you have to talk to him like that?"

"Not a criminal?"

Jin Youwei complained, "He told me a story last time, and halfway through, he told me about 'eunuch'. I asked him what eunuch was, and he told me it was nothing down there..."

puff!

Lou Bancheng and others immediately laughed.

This kid's words are a bit irritating.

"Boy, what's the difference between this "Swordsman" and that... that story you told last time?" Jin Youwei asked.

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes." Zhao Xiyan whispered.

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes? What a good name..."

Jin Youwei gave a thumbs up and said, "We at New Youth want both books. I'll give you twelve for every thousand words..."

Zhao Xiyan didn't say anything, but just opened the door of the studio.

Are you kidding me, twelve words in a thousand?

Master Jin's works are worth a thousand gold coins per word.

At least you have to give me a maximum salary, right?

"Xiao Zhao, this is not right." Jin Youwei said dissatisfiedly, "I was only halfway through my sentence, why did you send me away?"

"Twenty per thousand words. The publishing rights are yours. If it works, it works. If not, forget it." Zhao Xiyan curled his lips and said, "By the way, I'm waiting for money now. You pay me the manuscript fee for 100,000 words first..."

"Xiao Zhao, are you crazy?" Jin Youwei said in astonishment, "You only wrote 8,000 words, and you want me to pay you for 100,000 words? And... this is a novel, not an editorial. 20 per 1,000 words is too exaggerated."

It’s not that there are no writers who write 20 words per thousand words, but they are all well-known writers, and there are even many who have bought a courtyard house with tens of thousands of yuan in royalties.

"Then forget it."

Zhao Xiyan said indifferently, "Anyway, there are more than just your New Youth Daily in Beijing..."

"It's the New Youth Daily, not the daily newspaper."

Jin Youwei's forehead was bulging with veins. "The daily newspaper is published every day, and we publish monthly..."

"Ok."

Zhao Xiyan patted the door and said, "Editor-in-Chief Jin, I still have work to do. Please come in."

"No, the price hasn't even been discussed yet."

Jin Youwei was anxious.

After he listened to the first two chapters of The Legend of the Condor Heroes last time, his heart felt like a cat's claws. If it weren't for his "literary spirit", he would have wanted to start writing it himself.

Now that we have finally found someone, this guy is asking for an exorbitant price.

"We can't agree on the price."

Zhao Xiyan spread his hands and said, "You said twelve, I'm not happy. I said twenty, you're not willing either... What's the point of talking about this?"

"you……"

Jin Youwei was furious.

"Xiao Zhao, I really like your book 'Swordsman'. How about this... Editor-in-Chief Jin pays 12 and I'll pay the remaining 8?" Lou Bancheng chuckled.

"Boss Lou, you can't do this." Zhao Xiyan frowned and said, "Although I am a country boy, I have been educated... I know what 'food given out of pity' means. I have hands and feet, and I can earn my own money."

He is not that spineless.

But Lou Bancheng’s money is a bit hot to handle. If I take it, I won’t be able to explain it later.

Upon hearing this, Jin Youwei couldn't help but look at Zhao Xiyan with higher regard.

Lou Xiao'e's beautiful eyes also flashed with light.

Seeing that Zhao Xiyan had said so much, Lou Bancheng did not mention the matter of paying.

For a long time.

Jin Youwei then said, "Xiao Zhao, how about this... I can temporarily agree to 20 yuan for 1,000 words, but this does not mean that the price of this book will always be this high. Let's start with 100,000 words. If it is popular with readers, then we will continue to renew the contract."

"If readers don't like your writing style, can we renegotiate the price?"

……

Zhao Xiyan thought about it and felt that it was okay.

After all, if Master Jin’s books are not popular, he would be unworthy of being called a master.

Seeing that he was interested, Jin Youwei continued, "Also... it won't work if you give me 100,000 words at once. After all, our company won't agree to pay you 2,000 yuan at once."

"Then how much did you say?"

Zhao Xiyan took out a cigarette and smoked it around.

"I'll give you a one-time fee of 50,000 words, which is 1,000 yuan. What do you think?"

Jin Youwei said this very carefully.

After all, Zhao Xiyan is a guy with a strong personality. If he is kicked out, where will he put his old face?