Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

"You are welcome."

Zhang Jun said sincerely, "Stationmaster Zhao, I really like your book "Swordsman". When the book is published, can you sign it for me?"

"of course can."

Zhao Xiyan nodded with a smile.

"Thank you."

Zhang Jun bowed slightly and walked out.

call!

Zhao Xiyan and Jin Youwei both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiao Zhao, are you really donating this money?"

"Is this still false?"

Zhao Xiyan rolled his eyes and said, "Take it away quickly, or I might regret it later..."

"Screw you."

After Jin Youwei laughed and scolded, he said seriously, "Comrade Zhao Xiyan, you are an upright person."

"One thousand five hundred dollars for a compliment from you?"

Zhao Xiyan curled his lips.

"Hahaha."

Jin Youwei burst into laughter.

After the two chatted for a while, Lou Xiao'e came back.

When she saw Jin Youwei, she said a little embarrassedly, "Editor-in-Chief Jin, I didn't know you were here..."

"It's okay, I've eaten in our newspaper's cafeteria." Jin Youwei waved his hand.

"Ok."

Lou Xiao'e placed the meal in front of Zhao Xiyan and said, "Eat it while it's hot."

"Ah."

After Zhao Xiyan opened the lunch box, he couldn't help but asked in surprise, "Is the food in our cafeteria so rich?"

To be honest, he has been coming to the steel mill for so long.

I have seen meat before, but I have never heard of duck legs and pig feet this big.

Even if the leader came to inspect, it wouldn't be done like this, right?

"This is the meal that Minister Wang specially prepared for you. I am also a reward for it." Lou Xiao'e said happily.

"Hey……"

Zhao Xiyan chuckled, lowered his head and started eating.

Jin Youwei looked at the manuscript of "Swordsman" in amazement. He had met many great writers, and many of them became famous at a young age.

But this is the first time I have seen someone like Zhao Xiyan, who is less than 20 years old but has a sophisticated writing style and a compact and smooth plot.

In time, he will surely become a great master of the literary world.

If Zhao Xiyan knew what he was thinking, he would definitely laugh to death.

Who is Mr. Jin? He is the leader of the martial arts world.

People don't care about being a leader in the literary world.

"Xiao Zhao, do you want to write your "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" together?" Jin Youwei asked.

"Aren't you a monthly magazine? What do you need so many manuscripts for?" Zhao Xiyan frowned.

"It's true that we publish monthly, but we can send you weekly publications separately." Jin Youwei said seriously, "As long as the manuscripts can be provided, this is not a problem at all..."

"forget it."

Zhao Xiyan shook his head and said, "You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, let's do it step by step."

"No, Xiao Zhao, you have nothing to do every day anyway, so why don't you write more?" Jin Youwei sighed, "Think about it...if you donate your royalties, the soldiers on the front line will have more bullets, right?"

……

Zhao Xiyan, who was eating, was slightly stunned.

Seeing that he was interested, Jin Youwei immediately said, "As long as your martial arts novels are famous enough, I can publish them for you in all places where there are Chinese people...Won't the royalties come by then?"

"Is it true?" Zhao Xiyan asked suspiciously.

"Do you know the International Daily?" Jin Youwei asked seriously.

"Wow, what a grand name." Zhao Xiyan said in surprise.

"The International Daily News was founded during the war and is the largest newspaper for Chinese people. It is distributed in many countries and regions. At one time, the daily sales of one issue were 3 million copies."

Jin Youwei said in a deep voice, "I once knew their editor-in-chief when I was studying abroad in Japan... If you have enough manuscripts, I will send him a telegram immediately. By then, if your novel is a bestseller among the Chinese community, the royalties will be considerable."

"How are their royalties calculated?" Zhao Xiyan asked curiously.

“I don’t know exactly how to calculate it.”

Jin Youwei shook his head and said, "But there was once a well-known writer who received 30,000 yuan for a 2,000-word article."

"Huaxia currency?"

Zhao Xiyan’s eyes widened.

"Beautiful knife."

Jin Youwei rolled his eyes.

"No, is that true?" Zhao Xiyan frowned and asked, "So, one word is about fifteen dollars?"

"That's right." Jin Youwei sighed, "But that's a foreign writer. I can't guarantee whether you can get such a high remuneration for your novel..."

"Which foreign writer is so awesome?" Zhao Xiyan curled his lips.

"Have you heard of Hemingway?" Jin Youwei joked.

"It turns out it was him..."

Zhao Xiyan smiled bitterly and shook his head. "How about this, I will provide you with 5,000 words every day... If you can get the job done, I will only ask for half of your New Youth Daily manuscript fee. As for the other channel fees, you can donate them all to me."

"Of course, I want to see the detailed account."

He didn't say anything like "It's not that I don't believe you". These days, an apprentice earns 18 yuan a month, and the royalties are in the tens of thousands. Money is really tempting.

"Xiao Zhao, don't worry. I will give you a receipt for every payment." Jin Youwei said seriously, "Just write it, and I will take care of the rest."

"Let's do it."

Zhao Xiyan finished his meal in no time and then sat down at the table.

Jin Youwei stepped back slightly, while Lou Xiao'e moved forward and watched Zhao Xiyan write a novel while eating.

One afternoon.

Zhao Xiyan wrote 7,000 words.

I wrote 2,000 words for "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" and 5,000 words for "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

This speed made Jin Youwei dumbfounded.

"Xiao Zhao, don't you need to think?"

“I think as I write.”

Zhao Xiyan said shamelessly, "This speed is considered slow. If you can get me a computer... no, a computer, I can write 10,000 words for you a day."

"What is a computer?" Jin Youwei asked curiously.

"Well."

Only then did Zhao Xiyan react.

If Jin Youwei really gets a computer, it would be fun.

There were no microcomputers nowadays, and a computer was a huge monster.

Seeing Jin Youwei and Lou Xiaoe looking at him intently, he couldn't help but make up a story, "A computer is just a typewriter..."

"typewriter?"

Jin Youwei thought for a moment and said seriously, "I'll find a way for you. I know where there is a typewriter."

"No, Old Jin, are you serious?" Zhao Xiyan said in horror.

Typewriters are rare nowadays. To be honest, even if you give him one, he may not be able to use it.

"real."

Jin Youwei put away the manuscript and chuckled, "Wait for my good news, but... you promised to write 10,000 words a day."

"I was just kidding, but you took it seriously." Zhao Xiyan said with a lick on his face.

"I don't care. Anyway, I'll get you a typewriter. If you don't give me 10,000 words a day, I'll stab you to death."

After saying this, Jin Youwei opened the door and walked out.

Damn, that was a miscalculation.

Zhao Xiyan was quite annoyed.

At this moment, the arms with the scent of a young girl wrapped around his neck.

"Comrade Lou Xiao'e, I am married."

"Zhao Xiyan, go to hell."

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