The Wenhao system helped me become a killer

The next day, Shen Wenjiao was surprised but not surprised to see Fu Jiacheng, whom she hadn't seen for a long time. He brought a gentle-looking man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

After only two or three months of not seeing each other, Fu Jiacheng's scholarly air had magically disappeared, and now he looked like a playboy. It seemed that he had a wonderful time these days!

"Hello, long time no see. Xiao Jiaojiao, you have grown up!" Fu Jiacheng raised the teacup in his hand towards Shen Wenjiao in a nonchalant manner.

Shen Wenjiao and Fu Jiuyue were still young, so Fu Jiacheng didn't dare to take them to places like the Liyuan Theater. However, in recent years, rich ladies and wives with spare money can also go to the Liyuan to watch actors, so Fu Jiuyue was curious and wanted her uncle to take her to see it.

"Jiacheng, could it be that this poem "Twin Flowers" was written by this little girl?" The man with glasses was so surprised that he put down the teacup in his hand and looked at Shen Wenjiao who came in with Fu Jiuyue who looked unhappy.

"Yeah~ Isn't that awesome?"

Fu Jiacheng smiled and pinched Fu Jiuyue's little face, and laughed even more happily!

"Uncle San, didn't you promise to take us to the theater? I also wanted Jiaojiao to broaden her horizons and gain some experience." Fu Jiuyue slapped Fu Jiacheng's hand in dissatisfaction and said unhappily. She had boasted to Xiao Jiaojiao for a long time today, but it was all in vain.

"Haha, Jiuyue, you're thinking too much. I'm going to take you to that kind of place. Humph, my second sister-in-law can tear my skin off~ Brother Chengping, this is the girl from my second brother's family, and this is Mr. Baihua. She's a little small, but she may be quite durable."

Fu Jiacheng raised his hand and poured a glass of boiled water for Shen Wenjiao, who was sitting next to him calmly. He still remembered that this girl said she didn't know tea on the train. He simply saved some good tea. By the way, he introduced Jiang Chengping to Shen Wenjiao, the editor-in-chief of the "Novel Daily" he was working on.

"It's true that every generation has talented people. Mr. Baihua is so talented that I've really broadened my horizons!" Jiang Chengping is a very open-minded person, and he is not the kind of person who sticks to the rules. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten along so well with Fu Jiacheng, the young master. He was only surprised by Shen Wenjiao's gender and age, but he quickly let it go.

Jiang Chengping is not only the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, but also a writer who likes to write some jokes. He is also quite famous in the circle, but of course he is not as famous as those masters. But he has a good eye. He was very moved by the manuscript that Fu Jiacheng brought over today. The simple and straightforward sentences, the unique insertion perspective, and the detailed emotional description method.

Jiang Chengping had long been jealous of the Beijing Daily, which had won a large number of readers with its easy-to-understand vernacular novels, becoming a rare newspaper in Beijing with sales of over 10,000 copies. Shen Wenjiao's "Double Blooming Flowers" came at the right time, and with the promotion of the talented female author, it was about to become a hit!

Yes, nowadays a newspaper or magazine that sells over ten thousand copies is considered very famous.

"I think your story won't be short. Have you finished writing the rest of it? How many words do you plan to write? Is the rest of the story well-planned? Once our newspaper starts serializing, it can't be cut off suddenly. It will be bad for your reputation and you may get sued for financial crimes."

As Jiang Chengping said this, he glanced at Fu Jiacheng who was drinking tea calmly. If it weren't for the face of this young master, they would not risk accepting such an unfinished novel no matter how well it was written. What's more, he was a newcomer at such a young age, and there was too much uncertainty.

Shen Wenjiao's heart skipped a beat. No way! How could she get into trouble for writing a novel about some domestic intrigue?

"The overall outline and everything is already complete. In fact, this is the third revised manuscript. I also have some manuscripts in hand, and there are about 15 words left before it is finished!" Shen Wenjiao was stunned by Jiang Chengping's trickery, and quickly confessed. Maybe this will be her future editor, so Shen Wenjiao must treat him well.

"Brother Cheng Ping, you're almost the same. What's the fun of bullying a child?" Fu Jiacheng couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted.

"Okay, I'll take the initiative to accept this novel. Xiao Jiaojiao, as long as you can write smoothly and smoothly connect to the previous story, it will be fine! However, you'd better write faster, because ours is a daily publication. As for the royalties~"

Fu Jiacheng looked at Shen Wenjiao's eyes that suddenly lit up, and felt amused that this was a bit childish, so he was willing to let go.

"Let's temporarily set the price at one thousand words per dollar! It's considered a buyout, and you can't provide manuscripts to other companies in the future. Xiao Jiaojiao, don't think it's too little, Brother Cheng Ping, what do you think?"

Jiang Chengping bowed to Fu Jiacheng and blurted out, "Of course I'll listen to you, boss~"

In fact, the manuscript fee system at that time was still somewhat confusing, and calculating manuscript fees based on the number of words has only become popular in recent years.

Originally, Shen Wenjiao's novel was written in a mature style and hardly needed a second revision. From the perspective of quality alone, it was worth the price or even higher. But things cannot be seen that way. Shen Wenjiao was a complete newcomer and had no fame or appeal. In addition, this novel was written in the vernacular style that Shen Wenjiao was accustomed to. Although she paid more attention, in order to make people feel strongly involved, her descriptions of some things were too complicated and detailed. This greatly increased the number of words in the novel, which seemed a bit like water injection.

Therefore, Fu Jiacheng's proposal to give Shen Wenjiao one piece for every thousand words was really a consideration.

Shen Wenjiao had read about the payment for writing in the newspaper a long time ago. Generally, it was very good for a new writer to get 50 cents per thousand words. Only those masters who had been famous for a long time and had amazing appeal could get such a high payment of 10 yuan per thousand words.

(In the Republic of China, famous literary masters like Mr. Liang Qichao could even get 40 yuan per thousand words, plus % of the copyright fee. So talented writers in that era were really rich and made a fortune every day.)

"Brother Fu, I'll listen to you. But can you keep the fact that I'm writing a novel a secret?"

Shen Wenjiao looked at Fu Jiacheng flatteringly and said expectantly.

"Hey, this is a good thing to gain both fame and fortune. Xiao Jiaojiao, why are you still avoiding it? You are not as brave as the sister in your story!" Fu Jiacheng looked at Shen Wenjiao disapprovingly. It is better to become famous as early as possible. With the reputation of a talented woman, Shen Wenjiao will have more choices in the future! She doesn't have to worry about being trapped in the inner house of the Shen family and marrying anyone she wants!

Jiang Chengping also looked over in confusion. He still wanted to use the gimmick of the young talent to promote himself!