Huang Wanzhen certainly wouldn't miss the opportunity to make money, and quickly said, "I used to write novels."

Zhan Yongwen and Shen Changkun exchanged a glance and tentatively asked, "May we have the honor of reading this?"

Huang Wanzhen was dumbfounded for a moment. What she had written before was in the computer of her previous life. She was so happy just now that she blurted it out. If she couldn't take it out, they would think she was lying.

"Well, I'm currently hospitalized at John's Hospital. It might be a while before I can go home."

"Hey! It's okay, we can make another appointment. When you are free, just call me and I will do whatever you want." Zhan Yongwen said jokingly.

Huang Wanzhen thought to herself that she should go back and work hard, and she did not beat around the bush with them, but directly asked for the royalties.

"I recently had surgery and it cost me a lot of money, so I'm a little tight on cash. From what I just heard, 'The Female Prime Minister' has been published. I wonder if the royalties can be paid to me sooner."

Zhan Yongwen was a straightforward man, so he nodded immediately, not forgetting to praise his editor-in-chief. "Here, new authors are paid 50 cents per thousand words, but your first manuscript was so good that the editor-in-chief took a look and immediately gave you a price of one dollar per thousand words. This has never happened before, you are the only one."

Huang Wanzhen thanked him profusely and said that Shen Changkun was her mentor.

Shen Changkun said, "The Xinmin Daily is a new publication. Its audience is not well educated and cannot understand those obscure classical Chinese articles. They prefer to read vernacular Chinese. If you have new works in the future, please consider our newspaper. We will definitely not let you suffer a loss in terms of price."

Huang Wanzhen was short of money at the time, and she felt grateful for their kindness, so she immediately promised to give them the first novel.

"That's great. Now that we're here, why don't we sign the contract?" suggested Zhan Yongwen.

Huang Wanzhen was unsure and immediately refused, saying, "I'd better show it to you first before signing the contract."

Zhan Yongwen assured her, "As long as the quality of your novel is no worse than the previous two, we will charge you one yuan per thousand words."

Huang Wanzhen felt like she was being forced into a job, but she couldn't resist the temptation of money and signed the contract.

Before signing, she read it three times to confirm that it was just a novel, and then she signed it nervously.

Seeing that the work was done, Huang Wanzhen was anxious to go back, and Zhan Yongwen ran to get twelve dollars for her.

"'The Female Prime Minister' is 12,000 words long. This is your payment. Also, if you could just sign the receipt, I won't issue you a seal."

Huang Wanzhen was of course willing to save herself the trouble, so she signed and began to thank him again, "Thank you, Editor Zhan."

When they were leaving, Zhan Yongwen enthusiastically called a taxi for them and reminded her, "Don't forget about the novel. Call me when the time comes. It's all in Xicheng, so it's convenient for me to come to your house."

His enthusiasm frightened Xiulan so much that she didn't dare to speak. Back in the hospital ward, she patted her chest and said, "People with culture are different. The words they say are soothing."

Huang Wanzhen didn't bother to argue with her and hurriedly rummaged through her bag to find her book.

"Where's my pen? Did you bring it with you?"

Xiulan stood up to help her look for it. "I remember it was in the same bundle as the book."

"Here it is."

After getting the pen, Huang Wanzhen started writing on the small wooden table.

Although Xiulan was illiterate, she admired those who could read and write the most, especially when she saw with her own eyes that a young lady made money with her articles, she admired her from the bottom of her heart.

She didn't dare to disturb her young lady from writing, so she quietly left the ward carrying the basin of dirty clothes.

Just a few days after writing, it was time for Huang Wanzhen to be discharged from the hospital.

Staying in the hospital is not only cheap but also safe. She wanted to stay for a few more days, but after Shen Junyan examined her feet, he only approved a two-day stay.

"The wound is healing well, and there's no need to change the dressing every day. What will happen to those who need to be hospitalized if you're taking up the ward here?"

"Go home. If you feel unwell, come back."

What could Huang Wanzhen do? She could only nod.

She couldn't write her novel comfortably in the remaining two days and had to go out to find a safe and clean hotel.

Although the big hotel met her requirements, she couldn't afford to stay there.

She took Xiulan and looked at small hotels for a whole day but couldn't find a suitable one.

There were almost no women staying alone in small hotels. Those places were always filled with men. The lustful look in their eyes and the strange stares from the bosses successfully made her back off.

When I returned to the ward, before I could even have a sip of water, Mrs. Huang, whom I hadn't seen for almost a week, came looking for me, accompanied by Huang Wanshu and Axiang.

"You damn girl, are you planning on never going back?!"

"How can you be so cruel? I've raised you in vain."

Huang Wanzhen didn't want to listen to her cursing, but she knew her temper well, so she lay on the hospital bed without saying a word.

But Huang Wanshu, this troublesome person, never makes people feel comfortable and directly starts acting out a sad drama.

"Mom, don't cry, you still have me, I will support you."

Now, Mrs. Huang opened up and hugged Huang Wanshu and cried bitterly, "Son! I can only rely on you from now on. Your sister is a capable person. She despises me and doesn't want me anymore. Please don't despise me..."

There was so much chatter that Huang Wanzhen frowned.

In order to end the war, she chose to divert the blame.

"Sister, you are not young anymore, hurry up and find a son-in-law so that you can give me a grandson."

"What do you mean I want to marry a son-in-law? I don't want a son-in-law!" Huang Wanshu was furious when she heard this. A man who is willing to marry into her family can't be a good man. She doesn't want that kind of useless man.

"Mom, you haven't told her yet? This is the top priority of our family! Without a grandson to inherit the family business, the Huang family's incense will be cut off, right? Do you want to be the sinner of the Huang family?" Huang Wanzhen added fuel to the fire.

"Pa—" Mrs. Huang slapped Huang Wanshu on the arm. "Since ancient times, marriages have always been arranged by parents and matchmakers. How could you have any say in that?!"

After venting, Huang Dongshi calmed down a lot and wiped the tears from her face with a handkerchief.

"Pack your sister's luggage! Go home! Your father and grandfather are waiting!"

After looking for a house for a day, Huang Wanzhen deeply realized that if women in this era want to live an independent life, they must have a lot of money.

After returning to the Huang Mansion, Huang Wanzhen found out that it was the Zheng family who had set the date for the wedding, the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Old Master Huang attached great importance to this and wanted to give half of his private collection of calligraphy and paintings to her as a dowry.

"These are family heirlooms. If your father hadn't given birth to a son, I wouldn't have been willing to give them to you!"

Huang Shuhuai's health was getting worse. After talking for a while, he fell asleep.