Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

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

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

"The editor-in-chief of Wildfire in Shanghai heard the news and wanted to ask you to write..." 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 be a great writer.

People are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being fat. Although it is still a few years before the storm, if something happens at that time, it will be terrible.

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

"Hey, don't worry about that."

Jin Youwei patted his chest and assured, "Xiao Zhao, no one in our newspaper knows your identity... If they knew, wouldn't the person who came here be Hu Shanyuan from "Wildfire"?"

"That's right."

Zhao Xiyan nodded. If Jin Youwei really revealed his identity.

Then the editor-in-chief of "Wildfire" would probably come in person.

"Xiao Zhao, how about you trouble yourself?" 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 good authors under me. It was all thanks to him that I was able to secure the position of editor-in-chief."

"Don't worry, I brought the contract and the manuscript fee."

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

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

"No problem, just ask if you have something to say." Jin Youwei patted his chest and said.

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

"Old rules."

"Understood."

After Jin Youwei put the money away, he took the receipt of yesterday's donation.

Zhao Xiyan put it in the cowhide bag and started writing.

Jin Youwei chatted with Lou Xiaoe.

11:30.

"Stationmaster Zhao, we have to start preparing." Lou Xiaoe reminded.

"You or me?" Zhao Xiyan joked.

"I'll do it."

Lou Xiaoe took a deep breath, "The factory director sent a phonograph this morning... and a few records."

"Oh, let me see..."

Zhao Xiyan came over and took it up to take a look.

"The Sun That Never Sets on the Grassland", "Liuyang River", "Water and Mountains"... There are seven or eight of them, and the quality is pretty good. It seems that the original owner cherished them very much.

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

"Stop talking nonsense, your typewriter is not suitable at all. I will give you 10,000 words a day. Do I still need my hands?"

Zhao Xiyan rolled his eyes.

"Then... 5,000 a day?"

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

"There is extra income?" Zhao Xiyan's eyes widened.

"Of course there is."

Jin Youwei said seriously, "Our newspaper has evaluated it and the royalties for you are about 13%... The specific number depends on how many copies are published at that time."

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

"What else do you think?"

Jin Youwei chuckled, "We have a writer who published a 200,000-word monograph, and printed 40,000 copies. He received 12,000 yuan in royalties alone..."

"No, there are millionaires these days?"

Zhao Xiyan was incredulous.

"You know, the annual income of big writers is basically over 10,000 yuan." Jin Youwei whispered, "It's just that this kind of thing is not easy to publicize..."

"I understand."

Zhao Xiyan nodded.

"Then 5,000 a day is okay, right?" Jin Youwei said seriously, "I'll come to collect manuscripts every Monday... or if I come too conspicuous, you can give the manuscripts to Xiao E."

"In this way, I will give you 30,000 words a week, half for "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and half for "Swordsman", okay?" Zhao Xiyan smiled.

"Okay."

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

"Okay."

Zhao Xiyan nodded.

11:59.

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,The song "Liuyang River" is playing below. "

She put the microphone in front of the phonograph, and the soprano voice immediately resounded throughout the steel mill.

Countless people looked up at the loud speaker.

After the song was over.

Lou Xiao'e put the microphone in front of her, holding the manuscript and smiling, "Today our radio station will give you a speech 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 that Lou Xiao'e's voice is really nice.

It's like the first cry of a nightingale, crisp and pleasant.

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

A cafeteria.

"I really can't tell, Lou Xiao'e is really good." Qin Aihua whispered.

"Director, you have to teach Huairu, don't let Lou Xiao'e snatch Station Master Zhao away. "Sister Liu joked.

"Sister Liu..."

Qin Huairu shouted in disapproval, "Xiao Zhao is not such a person."

"Tsk tsk tsk, look, you quit after someone said just one sentence?" Qin Aihua laughed.

...

Qin Huairu lowered her head in embarrassment.

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 "Swordsman" 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 husband.

Forty minutes later.

"Today's speech ends here. I wish you all a happy work. Goodbye. "

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

Clap, clap!

Zhao Xiyan and Jin Youwei both applauded.

"Well said."

"Xiao'e's voice is much better than yours."

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

"It's indeed well said."

Jin Youwei picked up the manuscript and chuckled, "I'll take the manuscript first. I'll come back if there's anything. If there's nothing else, just give the manuscript to Xiao'e..."

"Okay."

Zhao Xiyan nodded with a smile.

"I'll go get lunch."

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