After harvesting the immortal rice and vegetables, there were only five minutes left. Gu Zheng still improved the quality of eighty eggs. Compared with the previous day, his immortal power had improved.
Eighty eggs, just for my own consumption, are enough to last for several days.
Gu Zheng got up at dawn the next day. He raised fewer eggs yesterday, did not exhaust his immortal power, and did not feel tired, which made him feel better today. After washing, Gu Zheng came to the kitchen humming a ditty.
, fried two omelettes in a row, sat leisurely at the dining table, and began to enjoy his breakfast.
After the test was over, Qi Ling's restriction that he could only eat one omelette a day disappeared. This time he could finally eat as much as he wanted.
“Really delicious!”
Gu Zheng ate eight fried eggs in one breath, and ate them as soon as one was fried. He ate eight in a row. Now he felt that his mouth was full of the lingering fragrance of the fried eggs, and he didn't even want to open his mouth for fear that the fragrance would be leaked.
Eight fried eggs finally made Gu Zheng enjoy the meal in one go. He was full and very satisfied.
“It’s so comfortable to have such a leisurely life!”
After eating and drinking, Gu Zheng lay comfortably on the sofa. He had been busy for half a month and finally rewarded himself. He was not used to being so leisurely all of a sudden.
"Bu Zheng, I haven't seen you move for half a month. What have you been busy with recently?"
While I was lying down, Mumu, the editor-in-chief of the Food Channel, suddenly sent a WeChat message. Mumu didn’t know that the ‘Master Gu’ who made the omelette was the one who cooperated with their website.
I had a comment before about eating cat's fish, saying that if the omelette was not delicious, I would go to Bu Zheng to trouble him, but Mu Mu always thought that Gu Zheng had eaten there. After all, Shu Yu's shop was the first place Gu Zheng introduced.
When I came out, I didn’t know that the person making the omelette was Gu Zheng himself.
As for the fish who loves to eat cats, he has already been bribed by Gu Zheng to prevent him from revealing his identity to the outside world.
"I'm not busy, I've been at home lately!"
Gu Zheng pulled out his cell phone and replied. He was lying on the sofa in the living room, the curtains were open, and the sunshine outside was shining on him. He was bathing in the sunshine and feeling the warmth. He had just eaten the most delicious omelette. This feeling was nothing to mention.
How comfortable.
"You didn't stay at home for half a month and did nothing, did you? I haven't seen you write any articles recently. The small shop you introduced last time is good, especially their omelettes. I hope you can explore more of them.
Good food, I will apply to increase your royalties in the future!"
Mumu's reply came quickly. Mumu was here to urge me to write the article. Gu Zheng was lazy. For websites like his that work with food critics, there would usually be editors to urge me to write the article.
"Okay, I've given the orders, don't you dare disobey me!"
Gu Zheng sent the message. In fact, he wanted to say that he had not been idle at all in the past half month, and he was more tired than before. It was the most tiring half of the month for him, but he thought that this would reveal his identity, so he gave up.
Mumu thought that he had been lazy, so she let her go. Anyway, it was not that he had never been lazy. Gu Zheng had been lazy a lot. One time he didn't write a single article for a month, and Mumu scolded him for two days in a row.
"Don't just talk. In three days, at most three days, I want to see your new manuscript. It's better if there is something particularly delicious. I will definitely give you an increase in manuscript fees. If I don't see your manuscript, I will
Just apply to the top and we will reduce your manuscript fee!"
Mumu was not fooled by Gu Zheng, and directly limited his days, and also directly gave him a reward and punishment measure to motivate him.
"No, I will write, I will definitely write. Why lower the manuscript fee? Lowering the manuscript fee will hurt the harmony!"
Gu Zheng hurriedly replied, the relationship between food critics like them and the website is actually cooperation. They are not the editors of the website. They have no one to supervise and have no tasks, but they usually submit a few articles every month.
Manuscript.
Because Gu Zheng’s comments are unique and never go against his will, he has many loyal readers, so his manuscript fee is considered to be above average on the website. Each word is 1 yuan and 20 cents before tax. Usually, a manuscript can range from 78 to 1,000 words.
Five or six, plus pictures, that is, Gu Zheng can earn between one thousand and two thousand by writing a review article.
His standard for manuscript fees is already quite high. Many newcomers on the website are paid 50 cents or 60 cents per word. He is more than twice as much as others. Only the old experts who have been in the industry for a long time are higher than him. Now Mu Mu is even more.
Adding it to him means that his income standard is completely out of the league of newcomers.
"Reducing the manuscript fee hurts harmony, and not having a manuscript hurts harmony even more. I don't care. I will give you three days. You must give me a high-quality manuscript within three days, otherwise the manuscript fee will be reduced!!"
After Mumu replied, he stopped talking about Gu Zheng. If someone else had such a high remuneration standard, he would have written every day, and even thought about writing one article a day to make more money. Gu Zheng is not good at all, but it is not conducive to making money at all.
My heart needs to be urged many times by myself.
If it weren't for Gu Zheng's really good writing and his unique style, Mumu really wouldn't want to care about him. Unfortunately, Gu Zheng is the only one on the entire website who never writes comments against his will, and he is the only one who dares to say anything when commenting.
A venomous tongue that is not afraid of is really indispensable sometimes.
"This Mumu!"
Gu Zheng reluctantly threw down his phone. In fact, he didn't care at all how much royalties he got. He was not short of money. If he was short of money, he would ask his father for it. If he didn't say too much, it would be absolutely fine to ask for one or two hundred thousand each time, or he could just do it himself.
Being a chef makes much more than writing a manuscript.
Even if he only sells omelettes, he makes more in one day than he does writing manuscripts in a month.
But food review is his job after all, and it is a job he likes. He doesn't want to give up yet. If he doesn't want to give up, he must maintain the relationship between the websites.
What's more, the level of royalties directly affects a person's industry status. Gu Zheng's royalties can deviate from the standard for newcomers, which is also a kind of recognition and affirmation for him.
"Looks like I can't do it if I want to be lazy. Let's go out for a walk!"
Gu Zheng sat up from the sofa. The warm sunshine was really nostalgic. Unfortunately, the editor had urged the manuscript. After completing the editing task and handing in the manuscript, it would not be too late to lie down again.
When he went out, Gu Zheng took the 40,000 yuan with him. Since he was going out, he stopped by Shu Yu and paid her this time's share of the money.
"Reminder, a total of 1,400 omelettes have been sold these days, with a total income of 123,200 yuan. Shu Yu's share is 36,960 yuan. Please divide according to the agreed amount, no more or less, otherwise you will be punished with ten lashes!"
Gu Zheng had just taken the money and before he went out, Qi Ling's voice suddenly came out. Gu Zheng stood there blankly, holding a small bag containing 40,000 yuan in cash, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly.
A tremor.
"Qi Ling, you are so heartless, you will have no friends in the future!" After a few minutes, Gu Zheng said quietly.
"I don't need friends, my mission is to supervise you and let you grow up well!" Qi Ling replied calmly.
"you are vicious!"
Putting aside this sentence that he had said countless times, Gu Zheng counted the thirty-six thousand, nine hundred and sixty yuan again. He counted it several times in a row, and after confirming that it was correct, he put it in his bag and went out.
He didn't want to give him too much or too little, and the weapon spirit who was always ready to cause trouble would take advantage of him and bite him hard.
