Chapter 552 The male protagonist who was beaten in the face (16)
"What happened to "Children's Literature"? Children are the future, children are hope. I am proud to be able to bring them spiritual food!"
He Tiantian glanced at Chen Jianjun, who had ulterior motives, and said calmly.
Chen Jianjun: ...Ma Dan, you wrote a story about coaxing children, and you actually wrote it with a sense of superiority?
Originally, he thought that "He Yuntian" said that he wanted to write an article, and the writing fee was for writing serious articles published in newspapers.
No matter how bad it is, it is also a professional magazine for adults.
And it’s hard for an article like this not to contain some of the author’s own personal stuff.
For example, to express his views on certain things, or to vent his anger towards certain realities.
However, no matter what the situation is, there will be clues in the text. As for Chen Jianjun, he only needs to find these traces and quietly write a report letter——
There is no life-or-death feud between Chen Jianjun and He Yuntian.
But he just couldn't stand this pretty boy, and behind this disapproval was actually deep jealousy and endless envy.
Chen Jianjun has snatched Zhuo Ya from He Yuntian. While he is happy and relaxed, he also feels a little uncertain in his heart.
Especially since Zhuo Ya and he have not yet completely established their relationship, they are in an ambiguous state where they have a good impression but have not broken through the boundaries of friendship.
Chen Jianjun was still worried about gains and losses, fearing that He Yuntian would turn around again and snatch Zhuo Ya away again.
no!
Chen Jianjun felt that he must trample He Yuntian under his feet so that he could never stand up again!
Therefore, when he knew that He Yuntian was going to submit a manuscript, he was eager to "pick a bone in the egg."
But now, He Yuntian has brought back a sample issue of "Children's Literature".
Gee, he stopped watching this kind of thing a few years ago.
The most important thing is that it is difficult to find the "evidence" Chen Jianjun wants with such a childish story.
"Oh, that's right, Chen Jianjun, your emphasis is a bit strange!"
"Yes, it doesn't matter whether it's Children's Literature or a newspaper or magazine, the point is that Comrade He's article was really published!"
"That's right, if it's published, you'll get royalties. Money is the most important thing, okay?"
Other educated youths in the educated youth spot gathered around He Tiantian, chattering and discussing endlessly.
Their focus was indeed different from that of people with ulterior motives like Chen Jianjun. They didn't care at all what articles He Yuntian wrote, they just wanted to know the amount of money on the remittance slip that He Yuntian received.
No matter if it’s a black cat or a white cat, if it can catch mice, it’s a good cat!
"Lao He, let me show you how much royalties you received?"
"Yes, yes, this kind of short story should have more words. Even if it costs five yuan for a thousand words, a short story will cost three to five thousand words at least--"
Maybe it will reach 20,000 to 30,000 words.
Just one story can earn twenty or thirty yuan in royalties.
Twenty or thirty yuan is worth a month's salary of a worker!
"Fortunately, this time it's a short fairy tale of six thousand words, ten yuan for one thousand words——"
He Tiantian did not show the remittance slip to everyone, but said reservedly.
There was no need for her to finish the rest of the words, everyone could figure it out by themselves.
"No, ten yuan for a thousand words, six thousand words, then, that's more than sixty yuan!"
Qian Guodong, who had been following Chen Jianjun these days, suddenly opened his eyes wide and his face was filled with envy.
boom!
A short story with a few thousand words can earn more than 60 yuan in royalties just by writing it casually?
To put it bluntly, the lively villagers outside the hospital were shocked. Even the educated youth were a little stunned.
"In addition, I also wrote several stories and posted them to other story magazines."
He Tiantian didn't think it was "exciting" enough, so she said lightly.
"Tch, you can publish it after you write it? Humph, you really think you are a great writer!"
Chen Jianjun saw that "He Yuntian" had become the focus of everyone's discussion and envy, and he suddenly felt a little psychologically unbalanced.
He complained bitterly.
He Tiantian didn't take it seriously, nodded and said, "Well, what Comrade Chen said makes sense. Even if you submit a manuscript, it may not be published. Everything must be based on the remittance slip and sample book received!"
Chen Jianjun: ...I wanted to say something, but the pretty boy preempted me. It’s really frustrating.
"Oh, it's good to be accepted for an article. The fee is more than 60 yuan!"
Other educated youths were envious, but they didn't have as much malice as Chen Jianjun.
They all live in the same courtyard, and "He Yuntian" has a huge debt of 500 yuan. If there is no way to make money, sooner or later other educated youths will be implicated.
Now, everyone is secretly relieved to see that "he" can really make money from manuscript fees, and he makes quite a lot of money. It's quite easy.
"No! I just said that Lao He is a talented man. We work hard in the fields to earn work points, while others can make money just by shaking a pen!"
"Lao He, can you teach us a lesson and let us earn some pocket money?"
"Hahaha, is it just you? When you were in school, an 800-word essay could kill you. You still want to make money by writing?"
"I just want to give it a try without breaking the law!"
The other educated youths chatted and laughed, some were envious, some were jealous, and some were moved.
But Zhuo Ya stood in the crowd, her smile was still so indifferent, but her hands in her pockets were clenched tightly.
He Yuntian, he can really make money from royalties.
You can earn more than 60 yuan at a time, and one-tenth of your debt is solved instantly.
Then, if he does it a few more times, won't he be able to get the IOU back easily?
Moreover, writing is not a one-time deal.
What He Yuntian writes is not the kind of overly serious articles, but continuous stories and novels.
Short stories range from 35,000 to 30,000 words, and medium stories range from 30,000 to 780,000 words.
As for the long story, it will be longer, at least 80,000 words or more.
You really don’t need to write too many novels like this. Just one novel can pay off Han Dongmei’s debt and still have some leftover!
This is no less than holding a golden rice bowl.
But she gave up easily!
Zhuo Ya tried her best to maintain a normal expression, but she felt regretful in her heart.
But, I have no regrets.
Zhuo Ya lives a very transparent life and is very smart, knowing not to turn back easily.
Otherwise, her reputation and image will be ruined.
Even if you want to eat, you still have to be strategic.
Zhuo Ya originally wanted to give Chen Jianjun some more sweetness, confirm their relationship, and then go with Chen Jianjun when he returned to the city.
However, now it seems that Chen Jianjun can let it go first!
Zhuo Ya remained calm, but she had already gone through the process several times in her mind and had some countermeasures in mind.
He Tiantian glanced at everyone, regardless of whether they praised or congratulated her sincerely or falsely, and continued to maintain her image as a cold male god.
He Tiantian discovered that Han Dongmei did not seem to be among the crowd.
"Of course she didn't run out to watch the fun, she was still pulling her hair back and writing an essay!"
Classmate Little D jumped out and said weakly.
God, it was really made to lose its temper by Han Dongmei.
The last electric shock really made Han Dongmei know her fear, and she began to study hard.
It's just that talent isn't something that can be acquired instantly.
Han Dongmei is really not this material.
Even if I gave her some refreshing pills to brighten her brain, it still couldn't change the fundamentals——
The articles written by Han Dongmei are so ingenious.
Even if you reluctantly get hired, it’s just this one time and it’s difficult to replicate it again.
Unless, classmate Little D can really electrocute Han Dongmei to death.
Ahem, you can no longer use electric shock.
Han Dongmei also has a task of "learning guidance materials".
Classmate Xiao D felt that with Han Dongmei’s qualifications and patience, she would probably have to be whipped with electric shocks in that task, otherwise, tsk tsk——
I can't help her, I can't help her, she's such a loser, no serious leader can help her counterattack.
"Oh!" He Tiantian only replied one word after listening to Xiao D's complaint.
Classmate Little D: ...I know Tiantian is reading my joke.
He Tiantian: ...I really didn’t see your joke.
In fact, with Xiao D's classmate helping to guard the wild system, He Tiantian can free up his hands to carry out his own plans.
"He Yuntian, remittance slip!"
The next day, the postman came to deliver the mail again.
"Oh my god, Lao He, you really got mad this time!"
"Quickly take it apart and see how many there are this time?"
"I'll go! Thirty-five yuan? Lao He, you are cheating, you are really cheating!"
"...What? He Zhiqing just wrote an article and earned over a hundred yuan?"
As He Tiantian received remittance orders one after another, the news that "He Yuntian" had made a lot of money from royalties instantly spread from the educated youth spot to Liujia'ao, Qingliu Brigade, and the entire commune.
Not talking about people outside, but talking about the villagers in Liujiaao, their eyes are red with envy.
They knew it was easy for educated people to make money, but they still didn't expect it to be so easy.
You can make so much money just by shaking your pen, without having to work in the fields or take risks in the woods.
The wind can't blow, the rain can't hit, and there's no danger. Gee, who said going to school is useless?
People who have read the book are different!
It is easier and faster to make money than farmers like them who are just digging in the soil.
Some parents who felt that studying was useless and did not allow their children to go to school felt regretful after learning about "He Yuntian's" deeds.
There are also villagers who are quick-thinking and somewhat thick-skinned, and they directly found the educated youth spot.
"He Zhiqing, I heard that you have written a new article? Oh, our second son likes reading stories the most. Can you show him the book?"
The villager who took the initiative to speak was quite tactful and made the request without even asking.
She pushed the teenage boy in front of her, and saw that the child was wearing patched clothes, stained with mud, and his tanned little face had black and yellow streaks, and there were two strings of yellow snot hanging from his nose.
He Tiantian: ...Well, I can’t help it. This is what rural kids in this era look like.
In some of the sloppier families, the children still have lice and ticks on their heads.
When they are bored, there will be a few naughty children sitting in the sun, helping each other and playing.
If you are too particular, you will simply not be able to live in the countryside of this era.
In fact, not only naughty children, but also some educated youths in educated youth centers have begun to be assimilated after going to the countryside for a long time.
I can't wash my feet every day, wipe my body, snore while sleeping, grind my teeth, or fart in public... It's not that I don't want to be particular, but I'm tired, hungry, have no energy, and don't have the conditions to be particular.
Otherwise, the ancients would not have said, "If you have enough talent, you will know the etiquette";
And the great men of modern times would not say that "material civilization is the foundation of spiritual civilization."
After all, it’s still about money!
Now, this rural aunt sent her naughty monkey to He Tiantian for money.
"He Zhiqing, let me tell you, my second son is very smart. The key is that he is very spiritual. He just doesn't have a good teacher. If someone teaches him, he will definitely be able to write articles like you -" Make a lot of money
!
The rural aunt still swallowed the last three words.
Well, you can’t withdraw money easily!
In this era, poverty is still the most glorious thing.
It's just that when you are living an ordinary life, marrying a wife and building a house, "glory" is not very useful.
Tickets are still the most practical.
"..." After He Tiantian listened to the rural aunt's ramblings, he was silent for a moment and asked softly: "Do you want your children to learn to write articles from me?"
"Yeah!"
The rural aunt endured her anxiety and said cautiously with a smile on her face: "He Zhiqing, don't worry, my second son is obedient. He will do whatever you ask him to do!"
When she said the second half of the sentence, the rural aunt blinked at He Tiantian.
He Tiantian instantly understood what this person meant: He Zhiqing, you give my child the unique job of writing articles, and my son will help you with the work.
He Tiantian:......
If it were her, she definitely wouldn't need anyone else to do the work for her.
But the original owner was a man who even wanted to take advantage of women.
He is not the best, he is just too proud and thinks of himself as a male god.
He believes that according to his "godhead", others should give him things and do work for him, and he should share it accordingly.
For those people, being able to "help" him is not a matter of affection, but a gift.
Ahem, it’s normal for the male protagonist to have a bit of “Long Aotian” self-confidence, right?
He Tiantian wants to maintain the character of the original character, even if she strongly disagrees with this domineering coolness, she still has to grit her teeth and pretend.
Looking reservedly at the eager and anxious mother and son, He Tiantian nodded arrogantly, "Okay! I can give some advice to the child!"
"...Thank you He Zhiqing, oh, thank you so much!"
The rural aunt was overjoyed. While she was thanking her, she didn't forget to hold her son's head down and bow to He Tiantian.
She didn't understand what "guidance" meant, but He Zhiqing said "yes", which was a promise to teach her son to write articles.
This is a craft that can make a lot of money. Even in this era, if you want to be an apprentice for someone else and want to learn their skills, you must behave yourself and be respectful.
Maybe we can't treat "Master" as a real elder like in the past, but we still need to give him enough respect.
Otherwise, why would anyone teach you how to make money?
"Oh, the fourth member of Liu's family is so treacherous that she actually sent her second son to an educated youth center!"
"Her second child can still write articles? Humph, he can't even recognize a word. My dog Zhuer is much better than him!"
"My third child is not bad either! If my second son can go, my third child can also learn skills from He Zhiqing!"
