"Wow, Director Chen can actually write a book. Isn't he a chef?"
"Who says that cooks can't write books? If you want to, you can write!"
"Isn't this a joke? I can write that thing just because I want to."
"What does 'Draw the Sword' mean? What's that book about?"
"I can't explain it to you clearly. If you have time, go borrow some of the "49th Literature and Art" from someone and read it, and you'll understand everything."
When everyone in the courtyard heard this explosive news, they couldn't help but start talking about it.
The fact that this book can be published in newspapers and magazines shows that it has some substance.
Of course, this is not the point. The point is that writing books seems to be quite profitable, right?
"Chen Jun, don't be cheated by the price that Sijiu Literature and Art has offered you." The third uncle Yan Bugui wanted to inquire about the royalties under the pretext of concern.
If the payment is high, Yan Bugui would also like to give it a try, since it doesn't cost any money anyway.
"Not much, only three dollars for a thousand words."
Chen Jun took the certificate and bonus and said to Yan Bugui with a smile.
The original price was two yuan per thousand words, but because of the good sales, Sijiu Literature and Art took the initiative to raise it to one yuan.
hiss......
Three dollars for a thousand words?
Yan Bugui couldn't help swallowing when he heard this.
The price is really not low. 30 yuan for 10,000 words and 300 yuan for 100,000 words. If I can publish a book, even if I only write 100,000 words a year, the income will be enough to catch up with my salary.
And this is just the most basic royalties, other things are not included.
When the people present heard that one thousand words cost three yuan, their reaction was even greater than Yan Bugui's.
"Wow, if I write 300,000 words a year, that's 900 yuan, right? That's an average of 75 yuan a month, which is more than Yi Zhonghai's salary."
"Fuck it, if anyone says studying is useless again, I'll be the first to slap him in the face."
"I have to smoke. I go out early and come back late every day carrying heavy bags, but I still don't make as much as Chen Jun who just writes. It's really frustrating to compare myself with others."
"There's no comparison. Even though Chen Jun is young, he's really capable. He became the canteen director on his own. He's much better than us."
"This is how my life is. I just hope my children can have something great."
Just when everyone was shocked by the royalties, Jia Dongxu in the wheelchair was extremely jealous.
Before, he was too lazy to even look at Chen Jun.
He, Jia Dongxu, is the most promising young man in the courtyard.
"Tsk, it's just writing, you're talking like no one can do it."
Jia Dongxu snorted sourly, then poked Qin Huairu with his hand: "Go buy me paper and pen tomorrow, I want to write something too."
"I just don't believe it. What Chen Jun can do, I, Jia Dongxu, can't do?"
Jia Dongxu, who was almost bored to death at home, was suddenly inspired by Chen Jun's incident.
His legs are disabled, but his arms and hands are still fine, so it doesn't affect his writing.
"you?"
Qin Huairu glanced at Jia Dongxu with a complicated look.
"Dongxu, let's not waste money."
Qin Huairu knew Jia Dongxu's abilities and that his cultural level was comparable to hers. With this level of education, he still wanted to write and make money?
Dream on!
"Qin Huairu, what do you mean?"
Jia Dongxu was unhappy at the time. He controlled the family's finances, and he couldn't even buy some notebooks and pens?
"If he can write, why can't I? Didn't you hear that I get three yuan for a thousand words? I can write at least two thousand words a day at home, and I can make one hundred and eighty yuan a month, which is much better than working in a factory."
"Dongxu, writing novels is not like writing. You can't make money just by writing." Qin Huairu was speechless. She even felt that the doctor cut off Jia Dongxu's brain when he cut off his buttocks.
Otherwise how could you be so stupid!
If you can make money just by writing, then no one would go to work!
"How do you know if you don't try?" Jia Dongxu felt that Qin Huairu looked down on him.
But the more this happened, the more Jia Dongxu wanted to prove himself.
"Hey, what did I hear? Jia Dongxu also wants to write a novel?"
Xu Damao heard the argument between Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu and jumped out without thinking.
"If I remember correctly, you didn't even finish second grade? Your academic qualifications aren't even as good as Yu Shui and Lin Yao. You still want to write novels? I'm dying of laughter, hahahaha!"
Jia Dongxu glanced at Xu Damao angrily.
This guy is always looking for trouble with him. What does what he wants to write have to do with you, Xu Damao?
It's quite a wide range of management!
"Why is the dog meddling in other people's business?" Jia Dongxu cursed angrily.
"Oh, are you in a hurry?" Xu Damao walked over with a smirk, then raised his eyebrows and said, "What a coincidence, I also want to write something recently..."
"Are you worthy?" Jia Dongxu seized the opportunity to fight back.
"Tsk, listen to me. Since you say you're not worthy, let's have a competition to see whose work can be published!" Xu Damao raised his chin provocatively towards Jia Dongxu: "Jia Dongxu, do you dare?"
"Oh, what's there to be afraid of? Whoever is cowardly is a grandson!"
With so many people watching, Jia Dongxu naturally wouldn't lose face. Although he was only at the second grade level, Xu Damao wasn't much better, having only studied up to the fourth grade.
Studying for two more years won't make you much better than me. Besides, I don't have to work, so I have plenty of time and can write whenever I want.
Xu Damao not only has to work in the factory during the day, but sometimes he also has to go to show movies after work. How can he compare with me?
"Okay, okay, then let's bet fifty dollars!" With Chen Jun backing him up, Xu Damao wanted to cheat Jia Dongxu out of a big loss.
Fifty dollars.
I guess the Jia family can't come up with that much money. Even if they can squeeze it out by gritting their teeth, I still have an IOU as a trump card.
This time, Jia Dongxu must be severely punished.
"Dongxu, don't agree!"
Qin Huairu didn't want to get involved in the two people's quarrels and shouting, but she couldn't sit still when it came to money.
Fifty dollars!
Even if the Jia family sold everything they had, they still couldn't come up with the money.
Xu Damao is such a smart guy. He must have something to rely on to make the bet.
"Don't worry about it. This is a matter between men. You woman, get out of here." Jia Dongxu glared at Qin Huairu.
"If you don't dare to gamble, then shut up and don't take it out on your wife!"
Xu Damao took the opportunity to mock again.
"Xu Damao, I'm going to bet with you!" Jia Dongxu risked everything, pointing at Xu Damao's nose and cursing, "If I win, not only will you have to give me fifty yuan, but you'll also have to call me grandpa!"
"Tsk tsk, okay, but words are not enough. We need to ask the Third Master to sign a written agreement, so that you won't cheat if you lose."
"Just stand up. I'm afraid you'll cheat!" Jia Dongxu was not afraid at all.
The two of them started arguing with each other, and the third uncle Yan Bugui was happy to watch the fun and wrote a document for them for free.
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