Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

"Xiao Zhao, can you write The Legend of the Condor Heroes?" Jin Youwei asked a little embarrassedly.

"Well, you New Youth published two novels at one time?" Zhao Xiyan frowned.

"The editor-in-chief of Wildfire in Shanghai heard the news and wants to ask you to write an article..." Jin Youwei sighed.

"Editor-in-Chief Jin, we have an agreement. If you dare to reveal your identity, don't blame me for being a eunuch." Zhao Xiyan glared.

He just wanted to make some money from Master Jin's works, not to become a great writer.

People are afraid of becoming famous just like pigs are afraid of getting fat. Although it is still some years before the storm breaks out, it would be terrible if something happens by then.

Given his literary level, he can't tell if there is anything wrong with Master Jin's works.

"Hey, don't worry about this."

Jin Youwei patted his chest and assured, "Xiao Zhao, no one in our newspaper knows your identity... If they knew, this person must be Hu Shanyuan from Wildfire."

"That's true."

Zhao Xiyan nodded, if Jin Youwei really revealed his identity.

The editor-in-chief of Wildfire will most likely come in person.

"Xiao Zhao, how about you trouble me?" Jin Youwei said with a lick on his face.

"No, why are you so concerned about Wildfire?" Zhao Xiyan asked in surprise, "One of you is in Beijing, and the other is in Shanghai... You have nothing to do with each other, right?"

"I owe him a favor."

Jin Youwei said embarrassedly, "When I first became the editor-in-chief, I didn't have any outstanding authors under me. It was all thanks to him that he helped me, and that's how I was able to secure the position of editor-in-chief."

"Don't worry, I've brought the contract and the royalties."

After saying that, he took out a cowhide bag and a contract from his pocket.

"Okay, you owe me a favor for this?" Zhao Xiyan said with a smile.

"No problem, just tell me if you have anything to say." Jin Youwei said, patting his chest.

Zhao Xiyan opened the cowhide bag, counted out a thousand yuan and handed it to him.

"Old rules."

"clear."

After Jin Youwei collected the money, he took out the receipt for yesterday's donation.

Zhao Xiyan casually put it into the cowhide bag and started writing at his desk.

Jin Youwei chatted with Lou Xiaoe in a casual manner.

At half past eleven.

"Stationmaster Zhao, we have to start preparing," Lou Xiao'e reminded.

"Are you going to do it or should I?" Zhao Xiyan joked.

"Let me do it."

Lou Xiao'e took a deep breath and said, "This morning the factory director sent me a phonograph... and a few records."

"Oh, let me see..."

Zhao Xiyan came over, picked it up and took a look.

"The Sun Rising over the Prairie", "Liuyang River", "Streams and Mountains"... There are seven or eight of them in total, and the quality is pretty good. It seems that the original owner took good care of them.

"No, Xiao Zhao, keep writing." Jin Youwei said anxiously, "You said you would write 10,000 words a day..."

"Come on, your typewriter is totally useless. I'm still giving you 10,000 words a day. Do you still want my hands?"

Zhao Xiyan rolled his eyes.

"So... five thousand a day?"

Jin Youwei said earnestly, "Xiao Zhao, if you can write 5,000 words a day, I will send you a single volume every two weeks, and you will make a lot of money."

"Is there extra income?" Zhao Xiyan widened his eyes.

"Of course."

Jin Youwei said seriously, "Our newspaper has evaluated it and the royalties we will give you are about 13%... The exact number will depend on how many copies we publish."

"Wow, writers really make money these days." Zhao Xiyan sighed.

"Otherwise what do you think?"

Jin Youwei chuckled and said, "One of our writers published a 200,000-word monograph, and printed 40,000 copies. He received 12,000 yuan in royalties alone..."

"No, there are people with a monthly income of 10,000 yuan these days?"

Zhao Xiyan was unbelievable.

"You know, the annual income of famous writers is basically over ten thousand yuan." Jin Youwei whispered, "It's just that this kind of thing is not easy to publicize..."

"clear."

Zhao Xiyan nodded.

"Then 5,000 a day is no problem, right?" Jin Youwei said seriously, "I'll come every Monday to collect the manuscripts... or if my presence is too conspicuous, you can give the manuscripts to Xiao E."

"How about this, I'll give you 30,000 words every week, half each of The Legend of the Condor Heroes and The Smiling Proud Wanderer?" Zhao Xiyan said with a smile.

"Row."

Jin Youwei nodded, "Then after today's broadcast, I will take the 5,000 words of The Legend of the Condor Heroes away."

"it is good."

Zhao Xiyan nodded.

Eleven fifty-nine.

Lou Xiao'e looked at the clock on the wall and pressed the bell to get off work.

"Good afternoon, I am today's announcer Lou Xiao'e. Thank you for your hard work. Now let's play the song "Liuyang River"."

She placed the microphone in front of the phonograph, and immediately her soprano voice filled the entire steel mill.

Countless people looked up at the loudspeaker.

After a song is finished.

Lou Xiao'e put the microphone in front of her, held the manuscript and smiled, "Today our radio station will give you a lecture on Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng's new work... The Legend of the Condor Heroes."

Zhao Xiyan opened the door and stood in the corridor.

I have to say, Lou Xiao'e's voice is really nice.

It's like the first cry of a nightingale, clear and sweet.

The entire steel rolling mill was quiet, and everyone was listening to Lou Xiao'e's speech.

A canteen.

"I really can't tell, what Lou Xiao'e said is really right." Qin Aihua said in a low voice.

"Director, you have to teach Huairu a lesson and don't let Lou Xiaoe snatch Stationmaster Zhao away." Sister Liu joked.

"Sister Liu..."

Qin Huairu shouted in dissatisfaction, "Xiao Zhao is not that kind of person."

"Tsk tsk tsk, look, you're quitting just after someone said that?" Qin Aihua said with a smile.

……

Qin Huairu lowered her head embarrassedly.

She had originally prepared for Zhao Xiyan to marry Lou Xiao'e as his concubine. Whether Zhao Xiyan and Lou Xiao'e had a relationship or not, she didn't really care.

"Tsk, this Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng is really well written."

"That's right. I wonder when The Smiling, Proud Wanderer will be available."

"Do you think Lin Pingzhi is the protagonist?"

……

Listening to the workers' discussion, Qin Huairu subconsciously straightened her chest.

This book was written by her father-in-law.

Forty minutes later.

"This concludes today's speech. I wish you all a happy work. Goodbye."

After Lou Xiao'e finished speaking, she turned off the microphone.

clap clap clap!

Zhao Xiyan and Jin Youwei both applauded.

"Well said."

"Xiao Moth's voice is much nicer than yours."

"Don't make fun of me." Lou Xiao'e said with a red face.

“That’s indeed true.”

Jin Youwei picked up the manuscript and chuckled, "I'll take the manuscript first. I'll come back if I need anything else. If not, just give the manuscript to Xiao'e..."

"it is good."

Zhao Xiyan nodded with a smile.

"I'm going to get some food."

Lou Xiao'e picked up the lunch box and followed Jin Youwei out.