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After a brief chat, Xu Weixin decisively signed an agreement with Qiao Jing.

As for the remuneration, or in other words, the remuneration, he was very generous.Although it is not as good as those famous literary masters, among the new authors, this price is already quite considerable——

The quotation Xu Weixin gave was 3 yuan per thousand characters.

Don't get me wrong, this yuan is not the modern renminbi, but the silver dollar!

In this era where you can live a relatively affluent life with only twenty or thirty silver dollars a month, and even have money left over to listen to operas, dance and dance, the manuscript fee of 3 yuan per thousand characters means that Qiao Jing only needs to write 1 yuan a month. A lot of words can completely guarantee a life without worrying about food and clothing.

Qiao Jing was also very satisfied with this price.

In modern times, readers were very disgusted with his hand speed, and often called him short;

——Now traveling back to a hundred years ago, Qiao Jing firmly believes that his three-thousand-day skills will definitely shock the entire literary world!

008 who turned into a jade pendant and hung on Qiao Jing's neck: "..."

Why is it so unbelievable?

"Mr. Xu, please keep it a secret for me." But before parting, Qiao Jing specifically told Xu Weixin, "I don't want others to know my identity."

Xu Weixin smiled and said, "Don't worry, a gentleman's words are hard to follow. I won't tell anyone your real name and address—unless that Mr. Jing Xinglan comes to ask, right?"

Qiao Jing nodded.

"May I ask," Xu Weixin asked curiously, "What is the relationship between this Mr. Jing and you?"

Qiao Jing blinked: "Friend. I used to be a classmate."

"I see."

The two said their goodbyes downstairs at the newspaper office. On the way back, Qiao Jing already had a few banknotes in his pocket—this was Xu Weixin's remuneration for "The Beggar".

Since Qiao Jing's novel has been completed, Xu Weixin decided to put 1000 words in the novel column in the newspaper published next Monday to see how the response is. If it is good, then Zhou Geng will change it. A daily update of [-] to [-] words a day can be completed in about ten days, and maybe it can be edited and published separately.

Of course, Xu Weixin used his experience in the newspaper industry for so many years as a guarantee. The quality of Qiao Jing's novel is definitely among the best among all kinds of novel submissions received by their newspaper in the past three years!

Especially in terms of the attractiveness of the plot, Xu Weixin has never seen such a novel that can arouse the appetite of readers. It is simply a step by step, and the whole process is read in one go. It must be uncomfortable like scratching your heart and lungs.

Qiao Jing: This is thanks to the fast-paced update frequency of two to three thousand chapters of modern web articles. If there were no hooks left, the readers would have finished running long ago.

Due to the above-mentioned reasons, when Xu Weixin talked to Qiao Jing, not only did he not underestimate him because of his age, but his tone was very sincere and his attitude was also very good-although Qiao Jing didn't care about these details at all, he just felt that Xu Weixin was a little bit more serious. The editor Wei Xin is not bad.

Walking on the street, he thought to himself, since he has money, he can try to move out of the dormitory and rent a bungalow outside the school to live alone.

Although there are only him and Zhang Shuqi in the dormitory now, Zhang Shuqi is still a typical playboy, the kind who often stays out at night, and usually does not disturb Qiao Jing, but just in case, Qiao Jing feels that he should move It is safer to live out.

However, finding a house is also a big project.

He planned to live in the dormitory first this holiday, and when he found a suitable house, he would tell the school about it.

After nightmarish final exams, there's still some time before professors mark papers and grades are released.Qiao Jing didn't really relax until then, and experienced college life again——

To be honest, the group of college students a hundred years ago knew more about playing than modern people imagined.

When Qiao Jing was in college, many of her classmates would meet up to go to bars or nightclubs when they were not in class, such as script killing, disc dance, escape room, and those who had more money would organize group trips together during holidays .

As for the top students of Jingluo University, the school's control over them is even more relaxed than a hundred years later.

Except for a few compulsory courses, they can choose the courses they like, and they can also skip the courses they don't want to take, but the final grades must pass the assessment of the professors.

Therefore, they naturally have a lot of free time. In addition, those who can go to college in this era are basically rich and family backgrounds. After all, there are still a few truly insightful people. For most people, the usual recreational activities can be seen from Zhang Shuqi's "busy" after-school life——

Listening to opera, drinking, playing cards, going to the ballroom to dance, and visiting brothels together.

But in the end, this activity was also quite controversial among the student community. Even if there were some, it was basically done secretly and secretly.

But what makes Qiao Jing feel extremely absurd is that in this era, brothels are still registered and allowed to operate!

It is also commonly known as "hanging signs" and "official prostitutes".

As far as the moment is concerned, not only those officials, but also many literati call themselves elegant scholars. Not only are they not ashamed of visiting kilns, but they even feel that when talking about things, there are a few confidante companions drinking together. Something to be very proud of.

"...Have you ever done something like this?"

After listening to Zhang Shuqi's narration, Qiao Jing was silent for a long time, and only asked him this sentence.

Lying on the bed in the dormitory, the young man with red phoenix eyes crossed his legs, listening to the melodious music on the radio with a face of enjoyment, humming a little song along with him, and opened his mouth when he heard the voice from the upper bunk. He wanted to speak, but when he looked up, he saw Qiao Jing's face that was as cold as winter.

Zhang Shuqi immediately shut his mouth, and shook his head like a rattle drum: "No, no, no, at most I just drink and dance with those girls. If I really do that kind of thing, my father will definitely Break my leg!"

Playboys and whores, there are fundamental differences between the two.

But it is impossible to say that Zhang Shuqi is not curious.

In fact, Brother Zeng, who used to take their older brothers around the streets before, once vaguely mentioned that he could "open their eyes" with them, but because he was afraid of being discovered and expelled from school, Zhang Shuqi still declined the offer. suggestion.

Now, he thought, it was a good thing he didn't say yes.

I don't know why, they are the same age, or roommates who are closer than classmates, but in front of Qiao Jing, Zhang Shuqi is inexplicably afraid of him.

Because he always feels... Qiao Jing has a sense of alienation that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Thinking of this Zhang Shuqi feels a little wronged, obviously he has worked hard to build a good relationship with Brother Qiao!Why is Qiao Jing still so indifferent to him?

But besides himself, he has no other friends!

Zhang Shuqi was thinking about these miscellaneous things when Qiao Jing, who was on the upper bunk, suddenly asked him another question: "Then do you know where that place is?"

"Pfft! Cough-cough-cough..."

His simple question made Zhang Shuqi almost choke to death on his own saliva.

The young man sat up suddenly from the bed, staring at Qiao Jing with disbelief, his expression mixed with suspicion, shock and a sense of trance after disillusionment: "Qiao... Qiao Jing, are you serious? Do you want to go ……go……"

He stuttered for a long time, but he couldn't get out the three words "traveling in the brothel".

There is no way, Qiao Jing has always given Zhang Shuqi the impression that he is a cold and serious young man. Hearing such words suddenly shocked his worldview too much!

Qiao Jing: "Just asking."

"...This, this is it." Zhang Shuqi laughed bitterly.

He just said, how could Qiao Jing be such a person.

"There are hundreds of brothels in the city, and many of them are in the alleys. I really don't know if there is no way to know it." Zhang Shuqi rubbed his chin and said, "But Brother Zeng should know about it. I went to a tavern once before. When he was drunk, he even showed us a wooden box full of women's handkerchiefs, and he didn't tell who it was, he just smiled and said it was given by someone else."

Qiao Jing frowned, and asked, "Brother Zeng, is your full name Zeng Liang?"

Zhang Shuqi nodded, a little surprised: "Why, Qiao Jing, you also know him?"

"I don't know." Qiao Jing denied.

When he was in the library, he overheard visiting students talking about him.

It's two o'clock in the afternoon, and it's rare for Zhang Shuqi not to go out for a walk today, just stay in the dormitory and listen to the radio, and by the way, tease the black cat that Qiao Jing picked up with a piece of dog's tail grass picked up by the side of the road—that is, 008 .

But 008, as a noble system cat with integrity and dignity, obviously disdain to talk to him.

Back in the modern era, Jing Xinglan, its imperial feces-shoveling officer, had to pay it a few hundred yuan of imported cat toys at least!

Seeing the cat run away, Zhang Shuqi had no choice but to chat with the upper bunk. Although he said a long paragraph dryly, Qiao Jing often responded with a simple "um", but his words It has never stopped, and there is a spirit of self-entertainment.

Just when Zhang Shuqi had already talked about his plan to study abroad in the future and study for a graduate student, there was a sudden knock on the door of the dormitory.

Along with the knock on the door, there was a sonorous male voice: "Brother Zhang! Is Brother Zhang there?"

Hearing the sound, Zhang Shuqi jumped off the bed in a jerk, and ran to open the door in three steps at a time.

"I'm coming!"

Qiao Jing on the upper bunk also propped up half of her body and turned her head to look over.

There was actually more than one person standing outside the door. The leading boy was the one who shouted just now. He was tall and thin like a stick. He was wearing a dark black mandarin jacket with a white gown. At first glance, he looked quite elegant. literary temperament.

Zhang Shuqi looked at him, and suddenly remembered what he said to Qiao Jing in the dormitory ten minutes ago. He tried his best to control the expression on his face, and squeezed out a slightly stiff smile: "Brother Zeng, why did you suddenly think Are you coming to see me?"

Zeng Liang laughed and patted him on the shoulder, then stretched out his hand and pointed to the people behind him: "Isn't it going to be a holiday soon, everyone is in a hurry. Just right, I know a good place to go, do you want to come? Find something Fun."

As he said that, he also noticed another person in the dormitory. Zeng Liang raised his head and looked in Qiao Jing's direction, narrowed his eyes, and showed a very friendly smile: "This is your roommate, Shuqi, right? Why don't we go together?"

Zhang Shuqi coughed dryly: "I think it's still—"

Qiao Jing: "Okay."

Zhang Shuqi:? ? ? ?

He raised his head abruptly, staring straight at Qiao Jing who had agreed without a word, winking and mouthing at him where Zeng Liang couldn't see: Are you serious?

If you go to that kind of place, if you are found out, you will be fired!

Of course Qiao Jing was aware of these risks.

But it would be better to say that, as a socially-phobic otaku who has been reluctant to go out for thousands of years, he would agree to go out with a stranger "to have some fun", which is a very unusual and weird event.

Seeing that he agreed to go out with Zeng Liang and the others, Zhang Shuqi was stunned at the door for a long time, and hurried to follow: "Wait for me, I will go too!"

Just let Qiao Jing follow them alone... Based on his understanding of his roommate's character during this period of time, Zhang Shuqi was always worried that something would happen to them on the way.

Walking on the road, 008 asked him: "Did you go there to catch the wind?"

Qiao Jing was silent for a moment, then said, "I just want to take a look."

He does go to some places specifically for writing articles, observe the living conditions, speech and behavior of the people there, such as hospitals, science and technology museums, theater backstage, late-night street stalls, etc., all of which provide Qiao Jing with a lot source of inspiration.

But not only had Qiao Jing never been to places like the red light district, he couldn't even imagine what the living conditions of those people inside were like.

Throughout the ages, the story of a poor scholar who was favored by an oiran and went to Beijing to rush for an exam to be named on the gold list has been talked about by people; the love affair of a white-clothed Qing sleeping with flowers and willows has also made most men in the world yearn for it; Furthermore, there are also various poems lamenting for the women in the brothel that their appearance is getting old and neglected, and then expressing their depressed mood, and there are many classics among them.

But looking through all kinds of poems and songs, all the works about the land of fireworks, without exception, start from the perspective of men themselves.

What they write seems to be about the beautiful face of the woman, the gentle and considerate, and the weak and helpless life like a dodder flower, but in the end, what they write is about their own high-spirited, aging, and unrewarding aspirations.

Words are tendentious from the moment they are born, so Qiao Jing wanted to see with her own eyes what kind of life the Goulan women living in this era are living.

He had a hunch.

The content of my next book may be related to this.