Chapter 148: The difficult survival of the scumbag.
Seeing that Xu Qingya couldn't get back the two thousand yuan a month from Han Fei, Xu Qingya had no choice but to record the show pitifully. She couldn't afford to lose two thousand yuan over there and even lose her job here.
Bar?
Han Fei also took advantage of this moment to open his laptop and after logging in to QQ, he found that the screen was filled with little red dots and bouncing avatars.
Speaking of which, Han Fei has indeed not paid attention to the manuscript reception situation for some time. With the expansion of Han Fei's "Feiniao Studio" some time ago, the area for manuscript requests has become more frequent, so that more and more authors are requesting submissions.
He now has more than 180 authors in his large group, and these are all big writers who have at least one high-quality work on Origin.com.
There are about forty authors who have collaborated with the small group. "Blue Whale Ya" who first wrote a custom text for "Tomb Robbery Notes" for Han Fei is now Han Fei's editor-in-chief, and there are three or four people working on novels under him.
For the job of converting audio scripts, these script converters are all college students. The basic salary of 2,000 yuan, plus the increase in audio novels, is 4,000 to 5,000 yuan a month, which is quite a good profit.
As the editor-in-chief, Blue Whale Ya has a basic salary of 10,000 yuan, and his share is 5% of the monthly profits from the audio novels. Not to mention that this guy has a very good vision. Several of the female audio books he has signed are on various audio app platforms.
In addition to the relatively short time of this job, he only needs to sign ten books a month. The rest of the time he can still write novels, and his monthly income is at least 100,000 yuan. This is something he had never thought of before.
Dare to think.
"Boss, if you read this novel, the author has to sign for two hundred..."
"This subject is too new, boss, please take a look..."
Han Fei lost interest after reading a few novels. As a reader, reading novels is purely for fun. But if a reader who likes to read novels is asked to become an editor and regard reading novels as a career, it will become boring. Han Fei directly gave Lan
Jingya said: "From now on, you can make your own decision on ten books per month and books under 1,000 words and 500 words. If there are good quality books, you can sign them first. Don't be too rigid."
Blue Whale Ya quickly replied: "Okay, I understand, boss, are you back?"
"Um."
Han Fei said before that he would be very busy during this period, and he also told the authors in the group that when he came back this time, he naturally wanted to hang out in the group and make his presence felt. This was very necessary, although it was doubtful
People don't need it, but the human heart is like the land. If you don't take care of it for too long, grass will always grow on the ground.
Han Fei sends red envelopes in the group from time to time, just to let these authors know who is the boss and to remind them that Blue Whale is just an executor. If you want to make money, you still have to rely on me.
"Damn it, the boss is so powerful and majestic."
"The boss is awesome and will rule the world for generations to come."
After smashing more than a dozen red envelopes, the author who received the red envelope was just like the Chinese New Year. He blurted out all kinds of auspicious words. He is worthy of being a writer, and his literary talent is indeed outstanding.
Han Fei secretly laughed in his heart. No wonder those rich people on the Internet are willing to spend money like water. This feeling is so good. The key is that the cost of pretending is very low. For a few thousand yuan, there will be a lot of people to support it, unlike those live broadcast platforms.
Thousands of dollars were thrown into it and no sound was heard at all.
"Hello, masters, I'm sorry, I've been too busy recently, and I haven't been able to express myself." Han Fei smiled and said a few polite words.
The writers expressed their understanding, and even had the feeling that he was the boss. He must be doing some big business. He had to disappear for such a long time. Looking at the boss's action of handing out red envelopes, he must have made tens of millions, right?
Someone immediately said: tens of millions? Hey, to you, it’s money, but to the boss, what does it count as money? It must be at least several hundred million.
Han Fei said hello to the authors and then withdrew. It would be nice to make a proper appearance to maintain a sense of mystery while also keeping people in awe.
Through the glass, Han Fei watched Xu Qingya recording an audio novel with headphones on. It seemed that only at this time would she be confident, and every expression and movement would be calm.
"This girl is really a headache." Han Fei knew that this silly girl Xu Qingya seemed to be weak, but in fact she was very stubborn. She was the kind of person who would work hard to move forward when she had a goal.
Suddenly his cell phone rang. Han Fei took it over and saw that the class group was busy. Jin Boyuan got an announcement from somewhere, which aroused everyone's unanimous discussion.
Han Fei took a look, and it turned out to be an announcement from the junior performance department. This year's drama performance has been moved forward. Just before the winter vacation, the entire junior performance department was in mourning.
"But, isn't this talking about the junior performance department? What does it have to do with us?" Han Fei asked weakly.
In an instant, the originally lively crowd suddenly became cold, and then burst into laughter again.
"Han Fei, are you too funny? We are juniors now, okay?"
"Aren't you busy lately? It's the winter of 2002, and you are already in the first semester of your junior year, brother."
Okay, I made a mistake. It is true that I was too busy during this period. I have been filming continuously during the summer vacation, and then I was busy selling the film, and then a series of things happened later. Han Fei still
I really forgot that he is already in his third year at Beijing Film Academy.
"Look at your make-up exam scores. If you don't perform well in this drama performance, you shouldn't even think about it this year." Tao Yuehua appeared at the right time to suppress the audience.
The students were trembling for a moment, and Tao Yuehua pointed his gun at Han Fei again: "Especially you, no one else, that's all. The leaders of the drama performance are coming to observe this time. You have to know it well, you know?"
As soon as they heard that the leader of the Arts and Humanities was coming, the class group became lively again. Although everyone knew that the Leader of the Arts must be here to see Han Fei, everyone still worked hard and prepared to perform well in the drama performance in case they were seen.
Hit?
Han Fei was stunned by this sudden "good news". What the hell? He has to rehearse a play again? He is now alone, and all the people in the screenwriting club have graduated. Are they trying to trick him?
Han Fei didn't say hello and hurried back to the dormitory to discuss it with his brothers. However, these guys looked calm and made it clear that they were waiting for his script.
"Hey, these mortals seem to know nothing about difficulties." Han Fei had a headache, but fortunately, compared with last time, at least they had plenty of time this time, and they still had two months to prepare.
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As for what to act in? Those classic dramas were naturally excluded by Han Fei. Although this kind of drama is classic, the audience has watched it for decades and has watched many high-level dramas, so they are naturally very picky. It is difficult for students like them to still act in it.
Unpleasant.
So I had to choose a new drama. In order to live a good year, Han Fei also worked hard. Who made him fail so many subjects in the exam? Hey, it is really difficult to live a life of a bad student!