Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

Bei Qing didn't say anything in the end, but just ran away with the things.

Although everyone on the construction site was his friend, he didn't dare reveal any of these things to his friends, let alone his parents.

Zhao Xiyan didn't care. Even if Bei Qing slandered him, it was just a matter of a radio.

Now that Qin Huairu had gone to work, he was bored, so he got a stick from the construction site and ran to buy a piece of cotton thread and a fishing ditch, spending a penny.

He carried a broken bucket and asked along the way to Shichahai, also known as Houhai.

If you count strictly, the location in Nanluoguxiang is really good.

The Second Ring Road of Beijing is only half an hour away from Houhai, and if you ride a bike, it will only take about ten minutes.

Fishing in Houhai is something many anglers would never dare to think about.

But now Zhao Xiyan did it easily. After all, who cares whether you fish or not these days? Besides... are the fish in Houhai so easy to catch?

Zhao Xiyan found a place under the shade of a tree, dug up some earthworms, put them on a fishhook and threw them into Houhai Lake.

After half an hour.

There was no movement from the fishing rod, and he began to look around.

After all, "never come back empty-handed" is the fisherman's oath. When he was thinking about whether to get some dead branches back, a skinny old man sat down next to him.

The old man looked to be in his fifties or sixties. He was wearing a Zhongshan suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked like a gentleman.

"Hey bro, I didn't bring a shovel today, can I borrow some bait?"

"Take whatever you want."

Zhao Xiyan chuckled and said, "But I didn't bring a shovel either. Guess how I got the bait?"

"Well."

The old man was slightly stunned, looked at him and said, "I really don't know..."

"It's just digging earthworms. Do we really need an excavator?" Zhao Xiyan pouted and said, "Why not just find a thick piece of wood to dig the ground?"

puff!

The old man suddenly laughed.

"You just came over to talk to me because you felt it was boring to fish alone... You definitely don't need to use such excuses next time." Zhao Xiyan said seriously.

"You're a wonderful guy, may I ask where you work?" After the old man finished speaking, he felt that it was impolite and introduced himself hastily, "I work at the Huaxia Youth Daily. My last name is Jin, and my name is Youwei..."

"Hello, Editor-in-Chief Jin." Zhao Xiyan chuckled, "My name is Zhao Xiyan, and I'm an unemployed vagrant..."

"How do you know I'm the editor-in-chief?" Jin Youwei asked curiously.

"I said... I was just being polite." Zhao Xiyan said speechlessly, "I spoke less than ten sentences to you. How would I know that you were the editor-in-chief?"

"Hahaha."

Jin Youwei burst out laughing and fell forward and backward.

Zhao Xiyan stood up immediately, but was stopped by him.

"Where are you going, little brother?"

"You're laughing so loudly that you've scared the fish away. How can I catch any fish?" Zhao Xiyan said unhappily.

"No smile, no smile."

Jin Youwei hurriedly said, "Sit down, let's talk more..."

After saying that, he took out a cigarette and handed it to him.

Zhao Xiyan looked at the Daqianmen in his hand and finally gave in.

"The guy speaks humorously and doesn't sound like a vagrant."

Jin Youwei threw the fishing rod into the water.

"Then what do you think I look like?" Zhao Xiyan said with a smile, holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"You look like a writer." Jin Youwei said seriously.

"A young man in his twenties who has nothing to do usually fantasizes about being a writer." Zhao Xiyan spread his hands.

"Incisive."

Jin Youwei gave a thumbs up, "But I really think you look like a writer... both in your conversation and temperament."

"I'm not."

Zhao Xiyan shook his head and said, "I'm just a farmer who just came from the countryside... I don't care if I'm a writer or not."

"No, no, no, I won't make a mistake." Jin Youwei said seriously, "You can go into writing. With your sense of humor, you will definitely attract readers."

Although it was just two short sentences, he really thought Zhao Xiyan was very interesting.

"No, are you guys at the Huaxia Youth Daily so idle?" Zhao Xiyan said helplessly, "There are so many outstanding college students now, where else can you find authors? Why don't you come to Houhai every day to try your luck? Is that reasonable?"

"How do you know I'm here to try my luck?" Jin Youwei was slightly stunned.

"You don't even care that your fishing rod was dragged away by a fish. You said you came here to fish?" Zhao Xiyan curled his lips.

"oops……"

Jin Youwei jumped up immediately.

But his fishing rod had been dragged to the center of the lake by the fish and was out of reach.

Zhao Xiyan felt very relieved.

This group of people have no respect for fishing and do not deserve to be called "fishermen" at all.

"Hey."

Jin Youwei sighed and sat next to him, "Brother, what is your academic background?"

"primary school."

"to be honest."

"junior high school."

"You're still talking nonsense..."

"High school, for real this time."

Zhao Xiyan couldn't help but shrink his neck when he saw the old man who was about to fight after a disagreement.

He had no psychological burden in beating Shazhu and the others, but he really couldn't bring himself to attack this old man.

It would be terrible if I killed him with one punch.

"That's pretty much it."

Jin Youwei put down his raised hand and chuckled, "Brother, I am very interested in you. Do you want to come and work for our Huaxia Youth Daily?"

"Do not want to."

"why?"

Jin Youwei was slightly stunned.

“I just don’t want to go to work.”

Zhao Xiyan shook his head and said, "The main thing for people to live in this world is freedom. Why should I work if I can survive?"

"You don't even have a job, how are you going to survive?" Jin Youwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Although there is relief food in the city, it also needs to be provided by the unit... You don't even have a unit, you will starve to death."

"If I don't go to work, does that mean my wife can't go to work?" Zhao Xiyan said confidently, "I have someone to support me, why should I go to work?"

……

Jin Youwei looked shocked.

It was the first time he saw someone talk about "living off a gigolo" so confidently.

"By the way, if it's in your New Youth Daily..."

"It's the Huaxia New Youth Daily."

"Okay, okay, China New Youth Daily, is this okay?" Zhao Xiyan rolled his eyes at Jin Youwei and then asked curiously, "If I publish my novel in your newspaper, how much would it cost per thousand words?"

"That depends on your level." Jin Youwei became excited when talking about his major. "If you are not famous like you, the price is usually 4 yuan per thousand words..."

"How many?"

Zhao Xiyan’s eyes widened.

Not to mention online novels, even Master Jin Yong's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has 1.2 million words.

If we calculate it based on four yuan per thousand words, forty yuan for ten thousand words, four hundred yuan for one hundred thousand words, and one million words... Shit, four thousand yuan?

This number is a bit scary.

If I copy two of Jin Yong's novels, wouldn't I be a millionaire for sure?