After finally calming down, Wang Jimin said: "Everyone is quiet. If there is no accident, the author's actual age is about fifteen or sixteen years old."

Wang Erfa's Weibo post said that he had a erotic dream last night. He woke up a little awkwardly this morning and finally grew up. This is a joke and cannot be taken seriously, but it means that the author is most likely in the developmental stage, otherwise he would not say this.

"Everyone, what does it mean to have written so many excellent works? The author is just a teenager who is fifteen or sixteen or seventeen years old?"

"genius."

“Super Prodigy.”

"Yes, he is a genius, a super prodigy. Not only that, as the author grows up, his writing skills will further increase, and he will have a creative life span of decades, and his true peak creative time has not yet arrived!"

"Yes, President Wang, this person must be caught."

After saying this, I understand everything.

Wang Jimin looked at Chen Guoguo: "Of course, you can't blame you. Don't talk about you. Even if I were me, I would never have thought that he would take advantage of him."

Everyone couldn't help laughing again, and Wang Jimin said, "You have suffered a little grievance. Go to the accounting room to get a bonus of 10,000 yuan. This is the magazine's compensation for you."

Another ten thousand yuan, Chen Guoguo turned anger into joy, but everyone was not jealous of this. On the contrary, when she saw her going to the accounting room to collect money, she burst into laughter together.

Wang Er said that I was very wronged and all kinds of hints, but this soft girl just couldn't see it. Why blame me?

"Don't laugh, let's have another meeting. The author not only has amazing creative talent, but also has amazing painting abilities, especially cartoon paintings, and is almost at the master level."

The 30,000 copies of "The King of Fairy Tales" printed were sold again, and dealers from all over the country continued to add orders, so the magazine reprinted 40,000 copies of the exquisite version. Why? Because the illustrations inside were so exquisite, some readers frantically recommended it under Wang Er's Weibo.

Of course, others can also accompany pictures, but these inspirations and specific imaginations are in the author's mind. If the author himself has certain painting skills, the effect of accompanying pictures will be better.

Don’t underestimate it, this post can also play an important role in the sales of magazines and entities.

"The young author did not come to Shangdu, maybe because he was in school. After all, there was no winter vacation yet. Since he was unwilling to come to Shangdu, we would go in person."

This time I really became a little ancestor.

The main distance is not very far away, and it is convenient to come and go.

"I want it." Everyone agreed.

The magazine's remuneration for Wang Er is really amazing. If the money for illustrations is added, it will almost reach 2,500 yuan for a thousand words. However, if this momentum continues, it won't take long to make the circulation of "Fairy Tale King" exceed the million mark.

By then, the profits of the magazine's own selling price and advertising revenue could bring more than one million net income to the magazine in each issue.

At that time, everyone in the magazine could be called eating with a golden rice bowl.

The third day was Sunday. Wang Jimin, Chen Guoguo, another leader of the magazine Ji Zhenru, and Li Changhua from the Young Literature and Art Publishing House, went to Xu City and took the address to find Wang Er's home.

When Uncle Wu happened to come back from outside, he saw Wang Jimin and the other four, and asked vigilantly: "Who are you?"

"We are comrades from Youth Literature and Art Publishing House and Children's Times Magazine. Does the Wang Er family live here?"

He is a publishing house and magazine, and he is definitely not a bad person, but why do you look for Wang Er?

Without Uncle Wu’s answer, Wang Er has already opened the door.

"I am Wang Er, please come in."

"Woman, they are..."

"Uncle Wu, don't worry, they are here to negotiate the contract."

"That's good," he talked about the contract. Although Uncle Wu was puzzled, he was not easy to watch. He went upstairs.

Wang Jimin didn't know what to say, but he was young, but his name was so strange. One Wang Er was not enough, and the other waiter was really rustic.

A few people went in.

Wang Er said while making tea for them, "Everyone, please sit down. The place at home is a little small. Please give me a squeeze."

Chen Guoguo said: "Wang Er, who is your girl?"

Wang Er said aggrievedly: "The Big White Rabbit Girl is wrong, I'm just talking."

Wang Jimin and the other two laughed again, and Chen Guoguo rolled her eyes angrily.

"The key is that I called your sister from the beginning. If you don't like it, what should I do?"

Do you blame Wang Er? You really can't blame Wang Er. Can you blame Chen Guoguo? You can't blame Chen Guoguo. Looking at the writing skills of the novel, let alone Chen Guoguo, no one can think of Wang Er's true age.

Li Changhua's eyes lit up. This is a big selling point: "Wang Er, how old are you this year?"

"you guess?"

“Fourteen, fifteen?”

Wang Zhen is tall and tall, and Wang Er is also taller. At first glance, you will see that he is two or three years old, but when he sees someone, he says he is sixteen, it is no longer possible.

A headache, Wang Er thought to himself, but said, "It's almost the same."

How old is Wang Er?

Last year, he said he was twelve years old, not twelve years old. The algorithm in his hometown is twelve years old. It’s just that his birthday takes a considerable advantage. He was born on the 17th day of the first lunar month and the month is very large. According to the real year, he was twelve years old. After New Year’s Day, he was really twelve years old.

Wang Er really dares not say this age.

"That..." Li Changhua scratched his ears and cheeks. The younger he was, the better. The key was whether there was anything bad to arrange it, but he couldn't say it.

Wang Er saw it: "How many surnames are you?"

Several people reported their names.

"Uncle Wang, Uncle Ji, Uncle Li, and Sister Chen... No, Sister Chen," Wang Er said, while avoiding the clutches that Chen Duoduo stretched out. It's winter, you can't twist your ears.

"You follow me," Wang Er took them to his room and turned on the computer.

"This is the copyright I registered with the Literature Association," Wang Er opened the text document on the computer again: "This is my manuscript. Most of the manuscripts have been passed to you. Now I am writing the third part of "The Wizard of Ozma" and "Princess Ozma". Princess Ozma will be an important figure in the future. If there is no change, the last part will be the many friends of the Emerald City, such as the scarecrow, the patch girl, the tin man, the ticker, the frogman, the pumpkin man, the great wizard, the captain Bill, etc., who will go to rescue Ozma and Dorothy, and then end in a great battle."

"It sounds very interesting." Li Changhua said.

"How to say it, I plan to use this novel to build a world, Oz World. President Wang, Sister Chen, did I promise you before? In addition to this long fairy tale, I also have other long fairy tales concepts, including a series of fairy tales. I will first code a paragraph for you to see."

After saying that, he shouted in his heart: "Xian'er, how much does the Chinese version of "Harry Potter" cost?"

"Two million yuan."

Why is it expensive to sell, and it creates a great economic value... The system is also snobbish: "Okay, I'll buy it, and I'll give me a Chinese version of "The Adventures of Pinocchio."

"One million."

"Why is it more expensive than The Wizard of Oz?"

“Because the Chinese version sells higher.”

Anyway, I can't explain it clearly, so buy it.

Wang Erxian created a text document called "The Adventures of Pinocchio": "It is the second fairy tale that I have prepared to create in my mind. It is a single one, and it should be very interesting."

As he said that, Wang Er started typing:

Once upon a time there was...

"There is a king!" My young reader is about to say.

No, kids, you were wrong. There was a piece of wood in the past.

This piece of wood is not a precious piece of wood, it is just the ordinary wood in the firewood pile, thrown into the stove and fireplace to make fire and keep warm.

I don't know what happened. In short, one day, this piece of wood happened to be in the shop of an old carpenter. The old carpenter was named Antonio. Everyone called him Master Cherry, because his nose was purple and bright, like a ripe cherry.

Master Cherry was very happy to see this piece of wood. He was so satisfied that he kept rubbing his hands and muttering in a low voice:

"This piece of wood comes just right, I'm going to use it as a table leg."

He immediately picked up a sharp axe, and he wanted to cut off the bark as soon as he started, and first cut out the legs of the table. But the first axe was about to cut down, but he held his hand over his head but couldn't stop, because he heard a very thin voice begging him:

"Don't cut me too hard!"

Imagine how surprised Master Cherry is, the kind old man...

This time he put down his axe, picked up the plane, and wanted to flatten the wood, but as soon as he went back and forth, he heard the very small voice giggling and said to him:

"Stop it! You made me feel itchy all over!"

The poor Cherry Master fell down like a thunder this time. When he opened his eyes again, he saw himself sitting on the ground.

His face changed color, and his nose, which had always been red and purple, was so scared that he turned blue.

Wang Er stopped and saved the document.

"What happened later?" Chen Guoguo asked anxiously.

"Later, in my mind, Sister Chen really couldn't write it. Someone could write it in two or three books, but I don't have that skill. It's better to write it locally so that my thinking will not be messed up. But in addition to this book, there is also a series of fairy tales that have magical nature. I plan to create a complete Gothic-style magical world for it, which can also be called the Hogwarts world. It may have six to eight books, but the number of words is more."

Wang Er started to build a text document, typing while saying: "It will be written later. My current knowledge accumulation is limited and my writing style is limited. I want to write it more immaturely. If you write it now, it will definitely not be able to write it well. I will write it first. Let me take a look at it."

But Wang Er didn't write much. When he wrote to Mao, he stopped and said, "I still can't write well, forget it, let's put it down."

"It's a bit 'adult', and it seems a bit interesting," said Li Changhua.

Several people have no doubts anymore.

Even if you are writing, these are all good novels. Who can write them like this locally?

Chen Guoguo asked: "Wang Er, you have received so much royalties, why are you at home..."

Another girl with a different brain circuit!
Chapter completed!