I can strengthen infinitely

I saw him patting his head on the ground in pain, but his back was erected vigorously. His whole body was shaped like an arch bridge.

"what!!!!"

A roar comparable to that of a beast spread continuously in the heart of the demon, and echoed again and again at the same time.

Chapter 50 [050] Qingyang City Serial Events

Haichaochun Tea House.

It is very close to Huangliu Hutong.

Qin Yuesheng was sitting by the window on the third floor in brocade clothes, watching the scenery outside the window while eating red bean cakes.

This is a private room without a door, but it is covered by a bead curtain, so that people passing by outside cannot see the inside clearly.

After a while, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the corridor outside, and with the rattling of the bead curtains, Cao Zhengchun walked in from the outside.

"Young master, I have already invited you to come here."

Qin Yuesheng turned around and saw a little girl in a yellow dress standing behind Cao Zhengchun.

Seeing that she was fifteen or sixteen years old at most, she was petite, round and white, and looked timid.

"Ask this girl to come and sit down."

"Yes." Cao Zhengchun nodded, then turned to the little girl and said, "Please."

Seeing that the other party was sitting directly opposite to him, Qin Yuesheng asked curiously: "The pen is brilliant, I have read all of your novels, the writing is quite good, and it is easy for people to immerse themselves in it."

"Master, son, my name is Huang Wei, you can call me by my name."

This little girl seemed a little shy, obviously not a stutter, but she stuttered a little when she spoke.

Qin Yuesheng didn't care, "Huang Wei, how much money do you make a month by writing novels?"

Huang Wei immediately pinched her fingers and counted, not long after.

"About one or two hundred taels."

Qin Yuesheng wondered: "Why are there only so many? Aren't your novels selling very well in Qingyang City?"

"The study sells books for me. I have agreed with the shopkeeper of the study that the money earned from selling books will be divided equally. In addition, the government will have to collect taxes. In the end, it will be 200 taels." Huang Wei replied honestly. .

"How about it." Qin Yuesheng knocked on the desktop: "I will do business with you, and you will write books for me in the future. No matter how much you earn, I will give you 400 taels a month, plus [-] cents , of course, this must be you two and eight."

Huang Wei couldn't help being overjoyed: "Really, really?"

400 taels of silver a month is simply a windfall for ordinary people.

"Really, but only if you write the ideas and plots I gave you." Qin Yuesheng nodded.

Huang Wei hesitated immediately.

As a writer, who doesn't want to write what he wants to write, once he writes what others provide for the sake of money, it will fall into the cliché, and the writing of the article will inevitably lose some inspiration.

"One more thing, as long as you are willing to work for me, I can make your parents never be able to gamble again."

This condition is like an arrow poking straight into Huang Wei's heart. Her parents are both gamblers, and they have long been a thorn in her heart. Sprinkling money into the ocean doesn't make any difference.

In today's world, the status of women is obviously lower than that of men. As a daughter, Huang Wei is not qualified to take care of her parents' affairs even if she can make money.

It is only right and proper for children to make money and spend money for their parents.

So don't look at the sales of Huang Wei's novels these years, but she has been worrying about this matter in private.

If Qin Yuesheng can help her solve this matter, even if Huang Wei can no longer write the novel she wants to write, she will agree without hesitation.

"Okay, then you have to do what you say." Huang Wei looked serious.

Hearing her promise, Qin Yuesheng took out two contracts that he had written in advance from his arms and handed them to the other party.

"The conditions and salary I promised you have all been written on it. What you want to do for me is also on it. Take a look. If you think it's okay, sign your name and press your fingerprint."

Huang Wei picked up a contract, read it not long ago, and suddenly said in surprise: "Ten years? I want to write a novel for you for ten years?"

"Well, what's the problem?"

"But I will marry in the future..."

"Marriage and work are two different things. Who said you can't write novels after you're married, and why did you marry so early? You're only turning [-] this year.

Let me do the math for you, you can earn 800 taels a year, and 8000 taels in ten years. With this amount of money, what kind of man do you want?Are you afraid that no man will marry you?

You don't even need to get married, you can buy a house, pack a dozen or so little faces, you can have anything you want, pack it up as you like, play whatever you want, and when you have enough fun, find a man you want to marry, this kind of life You have no reason to give up, do you? "

"Oh!" Huang Wei immediately covered her face with her hands when she heard Qin Yuesheng's words, and said embarrassedly: "This, what a shame, this is not a *baby*wife."

Qin Yuesheng put his hands on his chest, leaned on the back of the chair and stared at the other party playfully.

When other women said this, Qin Yuesheng still believed it.

Huang Weiyi, a female hooligan in the literary world who made a fortune by writing a harem of one woman and many men, usually writes such plots in her books. How can she still blush and shy because of this?

"Well, if you think there is no problem, just sign and press your thumbprint. A better tomorrow is waiting for you."

Brush brush!

In a short while, Huang Wei had already done everything.

Qin Yuesheng took back one contract and left the other one for Huang Wei. At the same time, he also handed the other party a stack of high-quality rice paper full of words.

"Take it, this is what I want you to write. It's all commercial secrets. Keep it safe. Don't let others see it. Also, finish your last book quickly and concentrate on my book. , I want to see 12 words before the [-]th of next month."

"12 words?!!!"

Huang Wei picked up the first page and browsed: "Martial Sky? What is this?"

"Of course it's the name of the novel. I've already structured the plot outline for you. You can derive 12 words from this structure. It can be done."

"should be no problem."

"Remember, the selling point of this novel is aimed at men. Don't add any ambiguous moths to me. Once I find out, I have to rewrite it. Everything is written based on a man's subjectivity."

"Oh, I see."

Qin Yuesheng threw out a 100 tael silver ticket: "Go and get busy. This is the deposit for this month. I will help you deal with the things your parents love to gamble in the near future."

Huang Wei got up with a stack of outlines: "My lord, I don't know your name yet?"