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The train to Huazhou finally started slowly in this wilderness.

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The journey of more than ten hours is not long or short, since he walked out of the city gate, looking at the unchanging wilderness scenery, Li Xia couldn't help but pay back, a little bored.

The conversation with the middle-aged man just now was interrupted by the aunt sitting next to him, and now that the other party doesn't mention it, Li Xia is too lazy to make extra troubles.

I was busy for a while, time passed quickly, and it was three or four in the afternoon in the blink of an eye.Outside the house, the initially bright morning sun has gradually turned yellow, moving towards the afterglow of the setting sun.

The sun in winter does indeed set earlier than in summer.

After finally correcting the typo, the battery of the computer was about to run out, so the eldest lady closed it.Instead, he stretched his waist and withdrew from the state of concentrating on his work.

My stomach growled without warning, I didn't eat at noon, so my stomach is naturally empty at this moment, almost starving my abdominal muscles.

The eldest lady touched the backpack beside her and skillfully took out the instant noodles.

The box lunch on the train is not only expensive, but also unpalatable, so it is impossible for Li Xia to waste money.This is also the experience I have accumulated from traveling around in my previous life.

I went to the side to fill some hot water, and when I was busy returning to my position.The instant noodles have dispersed with the hot water.

Li Xia didn't lift the lid, so the smell couldn't escape naturally, but the old aunt had a grudge first, seeing the girl coming over with such a thing, she curled her lips with a look of disdain.

"It stinks, can you take it away?"

With a disgusted expression, he even fanned his nose with his hand, looking just like that.

Li Xia laughed straight, ignored such provocations, lifted the lid on his own, and ate there.

I don't know why, but this package of instant noodles worth three yuan is not delicious compared to the usual meals, but when I get it on the train, it seems to be some kind of delicacy, and I can't help but whet my appetite.

Hearing the movement, the middle-aged man was also attracted to the attention, and put down the mobile phone he had been working on, "Have you changed your manuscript?"

Li Xia nodded.

The other party grinned.

Pick up the topic just now.

"Actually, I'm a writer in charge of copywriting in the film crew, and I usually like writing novels." The other party said, "It's just that I haven't had any achievements. I finally met a fellow artist and wanted to exchange writing experience."

"This is not easy to write. It requires not only talent, but also willpower and luck." The eldest lady continued.

Usually, she doesn't want to talk to strangers at all, but anyway, the long distance is long, and the whole body is boring, so it's good to have someone to chat with.

The smell of wine is also afraid of deep alleys. Sometimes, no matter how well written a novel is, it may not be popular.For example, my own "Dawn and Twilight", if I hadn't met Bole, I am afraid that this novel is still buried in the supernatural area, and it will not see the light of day for a long time, right?

"Yes." The other party sighed, and understood the hard work of this line of work.It's just that the focus is on the willpower, "I heard that those writers who write online articles, [-] or even [-] words a day are unshakable, and it is too difficult to write wonderfully and beautifully. .”

"In fact, writing a novel is a state. If you can enter it, it will be easy to write." Li Xia laughed.

Well, I do have a say in this aspect.

If you want to have a spring of literary thinking, you have to focus on it with all your heart.

This is a difficult thing for outsiders to achieve.

But if you write a lot, you will find that such a state is actually not difficult to find.

The most difficult thing is to be spotted by the editor and put your article on the homepage.

Traffic, promotion, this is the basis for a book to flourish.

Jiuxiang is also afraid of deep alleys, this sentence is really true.

"By the way, little girl, seeing how serious you are, your novel should have already been signed, right?"

The middle-aged man smiled and didn't know what he thought of.

"Are you, like those web writers, keeping daily updates?"

These words made Li Xia feel a little guilty.

Although I have achieved fame, but compared with the speed of real web writers that week, it is not too much to say that it is a turtle crawling, right?After all, everyone knows how big the gap is between delivering [-] words a week and writing [-] words a day.

But scratching his head, he still decided to slap his swollen face to pretend to be fat.

"Of course! The daily shift of [-] is paid for by full attendance, and there are a lot of rewards, so don't let it go for nothing."

As soon as money is heard.

The other party became even more curious.

"Oh? Then how much is the full attendance?"

"About five hundred? Maybe different platforms have different standards, but basically it's between this number."

Li Xia tried his best to recall the standards of the web platform.

Should I remember correctly?

I have developed in this life, and I am not the same person as I was in the street in the previous life, and I have not studied the so-called full-time benefits. This kind of mental state is quite embarrassing. Liyun Wanli Road, who can realize that the little author in his previous life, who couldn't do anything, can also climb to the throne of the literary world?

It's just that the two of them chatted passionately.

The aunt on the side sneered and rolled her eyes.

The feeling is that I feel disdainful for the full attendance of 500 yuan.

This aunt was made unhappy by Li Xia's operation before, so naturally she has to fight everywhere now.

Li Xia smiled, seeing this kind of person a lot, and still didn't plan to talk to her.

On the contrary, the middle-aged man's complexion was a little hasty, and his eyes were flushed, as if he was attracted by the full attendance reward.

The whole person has an intention to show their talents for the full attendance of 500 yuan.

"In addition to full attendance, how much is your manuscript fee?"

This time Li Xia was asked.

How to say this?

to be honest?A monthly income of one million?

It seems that no one will believe it?

I am just a little girl, she is so young, she looks immature, and she is worth 50 yuan when she opens her mouth. I am afraid that she will be treated as a big mountain, right?

So, he hesitated for a moment.

The eldest lady stretched out her finger tremblingly.

said tentatively.

"About five thousand?"

This kind of manuscript fee is actually very low in my own estimation.

After all, in Beijing for 12 years, it is not difficult to find such a job of five or six thousand.

But she seems to have forgotten one thing.

That is, for the online literature industry, the large-scale threshold has led to a depression in the industry, and the average manuscript fee is not high at all.

Being able to earn one or two thousand is already a leader among the authors, let alone you took more than 5000 in dividends all at once?

After the words fell, the middle-aged man couldn't help but gasped.

Looking at the look in the eyes again, there is something unbelievable.

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"Can you really make so much money?"

The middle-aged man looked over with fiery eyes, his face full of excitement.

As if he had been mobilized, he waved his arms, wishing he could hold the computer for a close-up on the spot.

"Actually, it's not that profitable." Li Xia smiled wryly, pouring cold water on this man.

Well, many people think that the job of web writer is quick to make money. You only need to tap the keyboard in front of the computer every day to get hundreds of thousands of monthly salary, but in fact, the sadness behind the scenes is unknown. .

To write a novel, but also to write it wonderfully, this alone is an extremely energy-consuming thing, not to mention you have to guarantee daily updates, to be a high-yielding dairy cow, how much perseverance does it have? Can people do it?

In all fairness, even her eldest miss, the number of days without updates this year has accounted for nearly two-thirds of the year, right?

What's more, not everyone can succeed.

It's easy to find a job with 5000 yuan, but authors with a manuscript fee of [-] yuan, no matter which platform they put on, are few and far between.

Can you really be sure that you are like the protagonist of the story, stepping on everyone and ascending to the throne of the platform?

And to be honest, it is difficult for this profession to be technically everlasting.

If you change to be a bricklayer, a waiter, or any craftsman, as long as you know what the master taught you, then the daily task is just to repeat the actions of the previous day. ,

This kind of work will only get better and better, and it is unlikely that there will be too many omissions.

Just like the oil seller in that story.

Without him, only hand familiarity.

But if you're a fiction writer.

Every chapter is a brand new starting point, and every update requires you to use [-]% of your energy to choose words and make sentences.No matter how rich your cultural background is, there is still the possibility of writing a broken plot.

This is why people often complain about a certain veteran writer on the Internet and write a book that is unfinished.

It's not that they are not well-educated or intentionally disgusting readers, but that this line of work is walking on thin ice, and if they are not careful, it is easy to cause a situation of losing everything, which arouses readers' dissatisfaction.

This is the gap between web writers and ordinary professionals.

And listening to the nagging of the girl in front of her, she finished all her complaints.

The middle-aged man was not a fool either, he was slightly taken aback, and understood that it was not easy to come to this profession.

The enthusiasm in the eyes has dissipated a lot.

Rubbing his chin aside, he fell into deep thought.

"It seems that it makes sense."

Li Xia sighed, admonishing the man in front of him with the temper of someone who has experienced it.He conveniently threw the leftover instant noodles into the Lese bucket not far away.

"So, don't write novels if you have nothing to do. This thing is a dead end."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I was originally engaged in copywriting, so this can be regarded as an excuse." Seeing the little girl walking back, the other party laughed. "Just take advantage of the rest time after work, and I don't think much time will be wasted."

It seems that he has given up his plan to become famous, but he still can't forget the [-] per month hard work fee.

That's true, it's not easy for middle-aged people. Not only is the family on their shoulders, but also their career. Now that they have finally found a job that can make money in their spare time, why refuse it?

This guy's attitude is quite similar to that of the eldest lady in her previous life.

Writing things is not to express one's ideals, to achieve success and fame, but to simply drink and drink.

The two chatted enthusiastically, but the sunset outside the house gradually ended.

It was three or four o'clock in the afternoon when I was eating instant noodles, and the whole body was busy, so the time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was 08:30 in the evening.

The sunset that was still hanging obliquely outside the carriage has already set behind the mountains in the distance. The night view in the suburbs is quite good. When you look up at the starry sky, you can still see twinkling stars, embellishing the night with brilliance. Incomparable.

The weather in winter always gets dark very quickly. It seems that there is no concept of evening. In a blink of an eye, it is filled with stars.

The time to get off the bus is getting closer and closer.

The aunt had been nestled in her seat in a daze. When the two of them were chatting, she didn't react too much, but when the two of them finished chatting, she curled her lips again and sneered.

"Just a job worth 5000 yuan, I don't know what to talk about."

The murmur was small, but the bitterness was still obvious.

Li Xia and the middle-aged man looked at each other, and they could see the helplessness in each other's eyes.

The feeling of superiority, plus offending this person before, it seems quite normal to be complained by her a little bit.

However, this auntie seemed not content to just be angry in the corner. Seeing that the two stopped talking, she started chattering and performing there.

"Xiao Ran, come here." Seeing her yelling to let her child come into her arms, the little boy understood, stood up on the table, and walked over carelessly from above.

Suddenly, there was a pool of footprints and two spots of black mud on the table, which was extremely lacking in public morality.

The aunt didn't care, she just poked her child on the forehead and held her in her arms to admonish her.

"You have to study hard in the future, you know? Try to be like your father, but don't be like these two uncles and sisters. At this age, they can't accomplish anything."