"Okay, let me count the words first."
Li Yue took the first draft and started calculating it directly in front of Chu Qi.
This is an old process. The word count is done on the spot, the bill is settled on the spot, and the money and goods are cleared, which is good for both parties.
"Eighty-three thousand words in total."
After Li Yue finished the calculation, he immediately counted out eight thousand three hundred copper coins and handed them to Chu Qi.
Seeing that Chu Qi collected more than 8,000 copper coins at once, that was eight silver ingots.
Huang Ying's eyes suddenly widened.
She had always known about her youngest son's story of making money, but she had never expected to make so much money.
With more than 8,000 copper coins in her account, the little money she earned from selling handkerchiefs seemed insignificant...
No wonder the youngest son doesn’t let Youze go out to make money.
Ye Youze only saved three or four copper coins a day, but after a month, that little bit was not even a fraction of Chu Qi's.
"Brother Ye, your story is now completely famous in this area. The writers call you the God of Literature who has come down to earth to write stories for people."
Li Yue carefully put away the first draft and discussed with Chu Qi with a smile:
"After you finish writing "Jianghu Love Song", will you come up with a new story?"
Chu Qi also responded with a smile: "If the boss doesn't mind, I will keep writing."
So far, this is her easiest and most profitable job, so how could she not write?
After getting the guarantee, Li Yue released the person with satisfaction.
After leaving the bookstore, Huang Ying couldn't hold it in any longer and immediately grabbed Chu Qi and asked:
"Qingyun, tell me honestly, how much can you earn in a month by selling stories?"
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