Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

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

Although the people on the construction site were his friends, he didn't dare to reveal these things to his friends, not to mention his parents.

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

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

He carried a broken bucket and asked along the way to Shichahai, which is Houhai.

If you count strictly, the location of 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's only about ten minutes.

Fishing in Houhai is something that many fishermen dare not even think about.

But now Zhao Xiyan has done 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 shade under a tree, dug some earthworms, and then hung them on the hook and threw them into the Houhai Sea.

Half an hour later.

The fishing rod was motionless, and he had already started looking around.

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

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

"Brother, I didn't bring a shovel today. Can I borrow some bait?"

"You can take it."

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

"Hmm."

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

"It's just digging earthworms. Do you need an excavator?" Zhao Xiyan pouted and said, "Just find a thicker piece of wood to dig the ground."

Puff!

The old man laughed immediately.

"You just came over to talk because you thought it was boring to fish alone... You can definitely not use such an excuse next time." Zhao Xiyan said seriously.

"Brother is a wonderful person. May I ask where you work?" After the old man finished speaking, he felt that it seemed impolite and hurriedly introduced himself, "I work at the Huaxia Youth Daily. My surname is Jin, and my name is Youwei..."

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

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

"I said... I was just being polite." Zhao Xiyan said speechlessly, "I have spoken less than ten sentences to you. How can I know you are the editor-in-chief?"

"Hahaha."

Jin Youwei laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward.

Zhao Xiyan immediately stood up, but was pulled back by him.

"Where are you going, little brother?"

"You laughed so loudly that you scared away all the fish. What am I going to catch?" Zhao Xiyan said unhappily.

"Don't laugh, don't laugh."

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

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

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

"Little brother speaks humorously, not 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 while 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 will most likely fantasize about being a writer." Zhao Xiyan spread his hands and said.

"Insightful."

Jin Youwei gave a thumbs up, "But I really think you are 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... What writer or not."

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

Although it was just a few words, he really thought Zhao Xiyan was very interesting.

"No, are you so idle at the Huaxia Youth Daily?" Zhao Xiyan said helplessly, "There are so many excellent college students now, where don't you go to find authors, come to Houhai every day to try your luck, is this reasonable?"

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

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

"Oh..."

Jin Youwei jumped up immediately.

But his fishing rod had been dragged to the middle of the lake by the fish and was no longer reachable.

Zhao Xiyan was very relieved.

These people have no respect for fishing, and they are not worthy of being called "fishermen".

"Hey."

Jin Youwei sighed and sat next to him, "Brother,What is your education level? "

"Primary school."

"Tell the truth."

"Junior high school."

"Nonsense..."

"High school, this time it's real."

Zhao Xiyan looked at the old man who was about to fight after a disagreement, and couldn't help shrinking his neck.

He had no psychological burden to beat up Shazhu and the others, but he really couldn't do it to this old man.

If he was killed with one punch, it would be terrible.

"That's about right."

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

"No."

"Why?"

Jin Youwei was slightly stunned.

"I just don't want to go to work."

Zhao Xiyan shook his head and said, "People live in this world, the main thing is to be free. What do I need to work for if I can survive?"

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

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

...

Jin Youwei was 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, "Huaxia New Youth Daily", is that okay?" Zhao Xiyan rolled his eyes at Jin Youwei, and then asked curiously, "If I publish a novel in your newspaper, how much does it cost per thousand words?"

"That depends on your level." Jin Youwei immediately became excited when he talked about his major, "If you are not famous like you, generally speaking, it's four yuan per thousand words..."

"How much? "

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 4 yuan per thousand words, 40 yuan for 10,000 words, 400 yuan for 100,000 words, and 1 million words... Shit, 4,000 yuan?

This number is a bit scary.

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