If you really look at it carefully, "The Selections of Mao" is actually not as boring and full of routines as Ding Wei imagined.
On the contrary, she even devoured economics books. Looking at them now, some parts echo each other, and she feels suddenly enlightened.
What's more, some of the specific examples mixed in it can even perfectly correspond to the events told by Lao Wu from the history department.
One book successfully spanned several majors, and Ding Wei finally settled down to study it carefully. She increasingly felt that reading more was a good thing.
During this holiday, it seems that another task for me is to read these books inside and out.
She added another item to her schedule, and now she only has one serialized book on hand - "I am a Female President".
I couldn't help but wonder, is there still room for improvement?
I have been deeply touched by reading and studying recently. If I put it into the story, expand it outwards, magnify the situation, and write hundreds of thousands of words, it will not be a problem!
…
However, this idea was quickly suppressed as soon as it arose.
No no no.
She made a strong cross at the back: No, let's leave it at that. It was agreed that it would not exceed 500,000 words, and no more content could be added to it under any circumstances.
After all, this book is serialized in "Youth". She always has to think about the serial publication. If it is really written in such a complicated way, it would be a bit too hardcore. Readers may not like it, but it is not necessary.
Besides, her own knowledge is not solid enough now, so she writes with subjective intentions, which sometimes inevitably leads to fallacies.
Published in physical magazines and serialized online are not the same thing. If there are errors, there are no readers to correct them in the comment area in time, and there is no way to make subsequent revisions...
Therefore, it is better to be cautious.
But I have to say that it feels quite good to have only one serialized book in hand.
Especially if it is visually estimated that it will be completed with another 200,000 words. According to Ding Wei's speed, it will definitely be completed within this week.
So...what exactly is the next book about?
She held up her head in distress: Oh, I have so many ideas, so melancholy.
…
After completing today's study tasks, Ding Wei stared at the empty documents and felt a little worried.
Really, what is the new book about?
Fortunately, Guomu is now stuck between two jobs. Although she was very excited about some of the ideas Ding Wei mentioned before, she finally stopped after typing on the keyboard late at night.
The workload of combining the magazine and online copyright operations is not very easy, and I really don’t have the energy to rush Ding Wei anymore.
In fact, there is no need to rush.
Ding Wei's speed is so terrifying that now the two magazines are basically serving her. If there are new stories that are not willing to be put there and serialized, the entire publication will have no chance for others.
For a mature magazine, this is quite irrational.
Unless she finds another family.
But Ding Wei is still more afraid of trouble and doesn't like to think about these things.
There are other good magazines, but those that are comparable in size to this one are basically impossible to find.
Other magazines may not have the courage to pay such a manuscript fee. Even if they have the courage, can the manuscript fee be paid so quickly and timely?
When it comes to money, there are always many problems to be solved in all aspects.
For Ding Wei, he may have been in financial distress some time ago, but since receiving the dividends from "From the Deep Sea", he seems to be rich again.
Just wait a minute, the dividends from "Call of the Guardians" are coming.
No shortage of money.
In addition, all the serialized books now have manuscripts. The most terrifying one, "Exchange Life", which was serialized in "The Floating World", will be serialized at least until the Olympic year.
Therefore, it is not necessary to open a new book in the short term.
…
Come to think of it, Ding Wei is also an unprecedented author of a long series of physical books.
But this kind of life won't last long.
When the Olympic year comes, mobile phones will enter the smart era.
Ding Wei thought of the work that Xiu'er and the others had done all night long. Different worlds may not necessarily have the same progress, and maybe this day would come earlier.
In short, once we enter the smart era and subsequent app development keeps up, the market share of physical books will become smaller and smaller.
In the end, I can only occupy a place among the students.
By then, even if the magazine can offer such a price, their sales will not be able to keep up.
The era of smartphones represents not only the take-off of mobile phone technology, but also changes in people's living habits.
Like Ding Wei's current habit, she always holds a magazine when going to the toilet.
And in a few years, I won’t be able to leave my phone without going to the bathroom.
If it develops for a while, I'm afraid I can watch two episodes of a Kung Fu TV series just taking a shower.
Just like the end of an industry giant.
"We didn't do anything wrong, but for some reason, we lost."
I have tried my best to tie all my wealth to a giant ship. It seems to be safe and sound, and sailing away is just around the corner.
But when the iceberg of smartphones comes, all the giant ships carrying the original Symbian system will eventually fall into the bottom of the sea.
Times are constantly moving forward, and those who stand still have done nothing wrong. They are only wrong in doing nothing.
…
Ding Wei stared at the document and tapped the pen on the table unconsciously. With the rhythmic sound of "ta, da, da", she also began to think about her future.
Of course, the future cannot be figured out in a short while. After Ding Wei frowned and pondered for a long time to no avail, she simply put aside these issues and went to do what she should do.
Smartphones haven’t come out yet!
It’s not that it’s unnecessary to worry about these things now, but maybe the plan won’t change quickly. Now it’s better to try to read more books during the holidays, so as not to put Lao Wang under pressure after school starts.
Alas, how can I, who did not take the postgraduate entrance examination, be worse off than the students who took the postgraduate entrance examination!
…
In fact, she didn't take the postgraduate entrance examination, and Lao Wang was the one who regretted it the most.
But anyone who has ever been a social worker knows that they will never force themselves to work if they have a chance to take a vacation.
For Ding Wei, studying is useful, but it is not her favorite. She struggled for so long in her previous life, and look at her current QQ name - no longer 996 in this life!
Isn’t it just to be able to fully enjoy life?
Although people are not as good as God, and the new life feels harder than the previous life, but isn't it because I am still young?
Young man, move around more... there's nothing wrong with you.
My brain is also active, and I will slowly slow down my career in a few years.
——It is impossible to take the postgraduate entrance examination. The road ahead is too long. She doesn't want to stay in school now, and she doesn't have to rely on a diploma, let alone worry about finding a job.
Many good opportunities should be left to other students.
…
However, Lao Wang Guang is sorry, but in fact he does not have graduate students! Otherwise, he would not have made an electronic version of the novel, and would have had to ask additional teaching assistants to help.
If you have a graduate student, wouldn't it be a piece of cake?
Of course, Lao Wang is very particular, and he may not be able to bear with the fact that students under the guidance of tutors are now picking up and dropping off children, and also helping with homework...
But to be honest, there is actually no problem in bringing a graduate student to work for a subsidy and for a fee.
Nowadays, teaching assistants receive a subsidy of 500 yuan and spend one or two hours every day typing 6,000 words. For today's work, this extra income is actually quite simple.
It accounts for one-third of his salary. What a waste if you don't seize such a good opportunity.
…
Moreover, Lao Wang's manuscript was also neat and tidy, with all typos and incorrect sentences corrected. He just had to bury his head in typing without having to think too much, and the speed was naturally very fast.
The salary of a teaching assistant is not high to begin with, and it is not just a salary.
But this does not mean that assistant coach Xiao Li is not short of money, especially since he has a girlfriend. Now the air smells of dog food has to be spent. Five hundred yuan of extra money is not a small amount for him.
.
Especially now that we are on vacation, we are getting paid and there is no job, but we can still make this extra money, which is really not comfortable.
The school temporarily allocated a dormitory for graduate students to the teaching assistant, which was quite free, so he lived alone in the dormitory and it was convenient for him to receive manuscripts every day.
I don't know why, but every time I go to Professor Wang's house, there is always a fat kid standing at the door of his hospital, staring at me with dark eyes, and I can't tell whether he is resentful or depressed.
…
Assistant coach Xiao Li also joked with his girlfriend:
"...it makes me feel very nervous to see Professor Wu's child next door...you said that I don't study history, and I don't have much communication with Professor Wu. Why does the child look at me like this?"
My girlfriend recently read two ghost stories, and now she smiled: "Maybe the child has a keen eye and sees that there are ghosts around you."
Assistant coach Xiao Li shouted that he was wronged.
His girlfriend asked him in confusion:
"It's holiday, why are you still going to see your Professor Wang every day? Is it possible that there are new topics during the holiday? Or... is he asking you to run errands to buy things for him?"
"Oh, that's not true."
Assistant Teacher Xiao Li faced his girlfriend's eyes and was about to tell him that Lao Wang had entrusted him to get manuscripts and convert them into electronic documents every day. However, when the words came to his mouth, he somehow got stuck, and he suddenly lowered his head -
—
It seems to be embarrassing.
"I wrote a novel...I want Lao Wang to give me some advice before publishing it..."
…
My girlfriend was immediately shocked!
"Oh my God!"
"I always thought that if you were learning Chinese, you would only write two sour poems... I didn't expect you to write novels! My dear, are you doing it for me, knowing that I am reading a novel... What kind of novel? Yes?
You don’t know how to write about many girlfriends? Come on, come on, I want to read it too.”
His girlfriend grabbed his sleeve and kept asking questions.
Assistant Teacher Xiao Li's face turned pale as soon as he spoke these words.
He didn't know why he was so obsessed with saying such things. It wasn't just to save face...
At this moment, facing the expectant gaze of his girlfriend, he could only bite the bullet and reject it: "No, no, no, it's not polished yet. It hasn't been published yet. I'll discuss it with the professor again."
My girlfriend complained: "How many times have you discussed it with the professor? It's been more than a month. Why haven't the discussion come out? This is too inefficient!"
She was quite cheerful: "Tell me, don't think so much, keep your head down and just do it! No wonder people in ancient times said, 'It takes three years for a scholar to rebel,' and it's true. Look at you, you're so mean..."
Assistant Teacher Xiao Li feels guilty.
I'm asking you to make a big deal for a while! Okay, riding a tiger is in trouble, where can I make up a story?
…
At dusk, Assistant Professor Xiao Li walked into the professor's residential area dejectedly.
The little fat boy who was lurking at the door holding a water gun and playing with two other boys saw him coming and immediately looked at him eagerly.
Assistant Teacher Xiao Li was not in good spirits today, but he was not bad enough to take out his temper on the children. Instead, he asked curiously:
"Kid, why do you look at me like this every time?"
Xiaopang stopped his movements, slowly emerged from the flowers, and showed Assistant Xiao Li the fluorescent green water gun in his hand.
Assistant Teacher Xiao Li was also very considerate and took a serious look at the water gun - it is long and the water tank at the back is quite large. It is used for fighting. It is estimated to have a very long battery life.
But... what does this have to do with a child looking at me like this every day?
Just listen to the vicissitudes of the little fat sigh:
"I know you are getting the manuscript for Grandpa Wang, right?"
Assistant Teacher Xiao Li was surprised: "Hey, you know all this."
Has the news of Professor Lao Wang writing a book already spread so vigorously?
Xiaopang looked at him with wide eyes: "I used to do this job."
However, he felt that he had hit the point, but Assistant Professor Li did not get his central idea at all. Instead, he smiled and said:
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I've stolen your business... Look at what happened..."
He just said a few words casually, but he didn't expect that Xiaopang's facial features immediately wrinkled together——
Then his smile gradually became awkward.
Isn't it?
Is it possible that children really take this as a serious career?
Isn’t it good to go out and play with water guns? What’s so good about work? It’s still too young, too simple.
No wonder you are looking at yourself so much during this period. This is all out of anger and unwillingness to see your competitors succeed in taking over!
Assistant Teacher Xiao Li instantly imagined 800 words of love and hate.
…
Xiaopang looked at this ignorant adult and really couldn't figure out what was better about him than him that could stabilize Grandpa Wang's family's errand-running staff.
So he patted his water gun and said, "Do you know how much this costs?"
Assistant Teacher Xiao Li shook his head honestly.
The little fat man let out a long sigh.
"twenty."
It was as if the old farmer smoking a pipe was sighing at the high price of the millet in the bowl.
"I used to earn a water gun in two days. But since you took my job, I have never bought a new water gun."
Alas, his grandfather is not as generous as Grandpa Wang next door and is very stingy!
He was never paid for running errands, but his grandmother would always give him some errand fees when she would sometimes ask him to bring a bottle of soy sauce or something.
But how much does that little legwork cost?
Mr. and Mrs. Wu have quite the values of the era. Buying things for their children is buying things, but pocket money is another matter.
If you give me only fifty cents, I think it's a big deal.
The vacation lasted so long that Xiaopang only made six yuan and fifty cents by running errands while shopping.
Speaking of which, it really feels like a low-level employee running errands!
…
Assistant Teacher Xiao Li couldn't understand Xiaopang's pain, but when he looked at the other person's vicissitudes of life and thought about the child's attitude towards him, he couldn't help but have a new idea -
"Hey, you kid, couldn't you have made a squirt every day in this business before?"
The salary is high enough. If he could be reborn, he would do anything to steal this business.
Not now. Now that I'm older, I can't be so shameless.
Are there no other professors around here who have this business?
Xiaopang looked at him with disdain:
"Your family's money comes from the wind. You can get twenty for running an errand. How can you think so? I have to work hard for two days to buy a water gun."
But the salary is high enough!
But now that I have taken someone else's job, although the nature of the job is different, Assistant Teacher Xiao Li really feels guilty for some reason.
He had no choice but to say a few words and leave quickly.
He squeezed into the steps in three steps and knocked on the door of Professor Wang's house in a hurry.
…
It is also a great progress.
Although Professor Lao Wang still types slowly and is still not used to using QQ, he is now communicating with readers in the background and leaving messages in the comment area... He is quite good at this aspect.
I used to enjoy reading the comment section every day, but I don’t know why. Recently, there is always a reader picking and choosing in the comment section, pointing out this problem and that problem...
Lao Wang is not angry, he mainly thinks that despite his age, he still specializes in this and has been doing it all his life...
How come there is a problem here?
It's quite shameful.
But after he pulled out all the issues pointed out by the reader, looked at his own article, and thought about it himself——
No problem!
The old man was not convinced, so he built a building under the reader's comments. The two of them went back and forth, talking about it for more than a hundred levels.
Anyway, having two quarrels every day, Professor Wang feels that it can prolong his life.
When it comes to teaching students, no real student dares to argue with me like this, but this reader is quite persistent.
In order to prove his strength, this reader has to say that he is a student of the University of Ming Dynasty or a Chinese student...
Professor Lao Wang thought about it and assigned an assignment based on these arguments. He had to find which one of them was so incompetent as a student!
How can you learn this when your knowledge is so bad and you still have the nerve to find fault with others on the Internet... You don’t even have a solid vocabulary at all?
I didn’t even listen to the lecture he taught!
…
At this moment, a new round of war ended. Lao Wang heard a knock on the door. Looking at the time, it was probably assistant coach Xiao Li who had arrived.
Mathematician Chen went to the park to ask his old sisters to dance this evening. He was the only one at home. Lao Wang opened the door.
"Is it hot? Come, sit down, drink a cup of herbal tea and eat a piece of watermelon."
After getting along for a long time, Xiao Li, the assistant teacher, is very easy to use. The child is attentive, interesting to talk to, and has a very upright mind.
Lao Wang thought this person was pretty good, so we became more and more familiar with him.
It’s just that the young man usually loves face.
But isn’t this a common problem among young people?
Lao Wang was quite understanding, and Assistant Teacher Xiao Li was also unkind. The day was over 30 degrees, and the temperature didn't drop even after dusk. He walked all the way, and his face was indeed shiny from the sun.
At this moment, Gududu took a sip of herbal tea, then sat down and took a few sips of watermelon. He was quite energetic like a young man.
Lao Wang looked on with admiration.
It's hard to tell whether the admiration for Assistant Teacher Xiao Li in his eyes means that he finds his piggy-like appetite endearing.
Or perhaps he feels that he is a few years older than his eldest grandson, which makes him more enjoyable to watch.
…
Assistant Teacher Xiao Li was still sighing:
"Hey, Professor Wang, this job you arranged for me, I recently met the grandson of Professor Wu's family next door. Every time I came, he looked at me with big eyes. I thought something was going on! I didn't expect it.
You stole his job."
He laughed: "It's hard to get this bonus."
"Ouch!" Lao Wang really forgot about this.
Let’s just talk about why Lao Wu hasn’t shown off his grandson recently, but instead complained every day that his child has been sensible for a while, but now he is naughty again. Is it because his parents are not at home that he wants to make trouble?
Isn’t that an attempt to overthrow the world?
unemployed!
In a few decades, this will become a big problem for middle-aged people.
However, Assistant Professor Xiao Li now said it in a joking tone, and Professor Wang also laughed:
"Then I didn't pay attention at that time. I was thinking about my children. I wanted to be sweet with more pocket money, but I didn't expect that I would give people a sense of career."
Assistant Teacher Xiao Li opened his mouth and said:
"At first, I was looking at me every day, and I was wondering what was going on. When I told my girlfriend, she also said that children have good eyesight and can see things that adults cannot, and that there really are innocent ghosts around me... But
It scared me."
Lao Wang laughed: "Your girlfriend's idea is not bad."
Not a bad idea?
Assistant Teacher Xiao Li seemed to have thought of something in his mind.
He took the manuscript handed over by Lao Wang and hesitated for a moment and asked:
"Professor Wang, if you publish a novel on this website, are there high chances that he will sign the contract?"
…
Huh?
Lao Wang didn't expect him to ask this, so he said pertinently:
"I don't know if the chances of signing a contract are high, but my student said that the new website mainly wants to cultivate writers, so it will cast a wide net in the early stage, and the signing conditions should be very loose."
"Whether you can make money later depends on your strength."
To be honest, Assistant Professor Xiao Li types out such a manuscript for Professor Wang every day. Apart from sending it to the email, he actually doesn’t read novels on the website seriously. At this moment, he asked a little embarrassedly: "What about your book..."
Coyly: "Can you tell me how much money you can make every month?"
"Ouch!"
Lao Wang slapped his thigh: "Don't tell me that I forgot, but you can see the royalties on the backend of the website today. Come on, come on, I'll find it for you."
The little old man was still a little proud as he said that——
"You see, I didn't originally plan to make money, so I just planned to write casually. Who knew that the readers of the website are quite generous, and everyone in the comment area is also discussing it seriously."
This feeling of satisfaction is really difficult to describe in words.
"Thanks to everyone's love, I can only put more thought into this. In the month of listing, the manuscript fee was 3,800 yuan, which is quite shameful... There was also a 1,000 yuan perfect attendance bonus!"
"This website only provides this kind of benefits. How much it should be, the data is clearly provided."
"A diligent author, even if his grades are not very good, can still make a living with a perfect attendance bonus of 1,000 yuan, so that he can fully polish himself."
"Xiao Li, if you have an idea, I think it's okay to have nothing to do."
…
More than three thousand yuan?!
Assistant Teacher Xiao Li couldn't help but feel excited.
This manuscript fee is higher than two months’ salary of being a teaching assistant!
Moreover, even if he doesn't read online novels very much, he always knows the price of publishing them. The number of words was not that many at that time, right?
Lao Wang is really proud.
He has studied culture all his life, but he never expected that he would be able to make money online by writing stories. There are so many readers from all over the world, just to read his books, and they buy them chapter by chapter...
The old man was full of confidence now.
There are rules about ticket bonuses, but judging from the situation last month and the feedback in the comment area, my performance should not be lost.
That's good, otherwise when the backstage opens later, the manuscript fee will be much worse than last month's results, where would I put this old face?
——Lao Wu, the guy next door, signed a contract, and he was bragging in front of me. He hasn’t even finished writing it yet. It’s really as simple as writing a novel...
Hum, if he wants to catch up with me, Lao Wang, he has to struggle a lot!
…
Lao Wang was thinking about it in his head, but he couldn't stop with his hands.
Slowly, while the web page was loading, he opened his backend page.
For a moment, both of them widened their eyes.
——Could this be a mistake?
Lao Wang said in a panic: "There must be a problem behind the scenes."
Assistant coach Xiao Li also couldn’t believe his eyes.
——It was only more than 3,000 yuan last month, why is it only 22,000 yuan this month? This is too exaggerated!
Looking at Lao Wang again, he himself looked in a trance.
Lao Wang only has time to look at the comment section at night every day, and he really doesn't pay attention to the huge rewards and so on.
I saw it once, but I just thought it was a small problem with the website's backend. Otherwise, how could anyone be willing to read this online novel and just reward it with 10,000 yuan!
Isn’t this a waste of money?
It must be a display error.
So he ignored it and didn't care.
But now I clicked on the details of the manuscript fees, and they were clearly listed one by one.
Among them was a rich reader who contributed 20,000 yuan alone.
This made Lao Wang unable to help but feel a little swollen——
I, Lao Wang, am I actually so outstanding?
After hearing the reward, Assistant Teacher Xiao Li gasped——
"Professor Wang, I have an idea right now, why don't you give it a try and see if it's suitable?"
