With the guarantee from his employer, Chu Qi went back home that day and started to make up the outline of the story in his dream.
Although all the items and books in the dream cannot be taken out, the knowledge and memories will not be erased.
She would think about the outline and story content in her dreams, and when she woke up, she could start writing.
For this purpose, Chu Qi even specifically asked the old man for advice on story writing techniques.
After all, she is not a professional storyteller, and she was able to think of the content thanks to the era of information explosion in her previous life.
What kind of stories from your previous life can be passed down to this day?
Anyway, apart from the story of the poor talented man eloping with the rich lady, the story that Chu Qi remembered most vividly was the story of the fox demon and the scholar.
In addition to these, there are also martial arts stories that should also attract the attention of those who read storybooks.
Stories about revenge and the ways of the underworld are sometimes what young people yearn for the most.
But you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, so Chu Qi plans to write some first to test the waters.
The boss said he wanted to collect ten articles, probably because he thought that Chu Qi's works would be like those miscellaneous books, all of which would end in short stories.
But short stories are only read and forgotten, and it is difficult to continue making money from them. If you want to make money continuously, you naturally have to write long stories.
In order to research her own story, Chu Qi did not copy books for three whole days.
Three days later, Chu Qi came to the bookstore with his story, which he had written so far in ten chapters.
When the host saw Chu Qi, he smiled and joked:
"I haven't seen you for a long time. You finally showed up. If you don't come back, those customers who wanted you to copy the rare books will scold me."
Chu Qi bowed and said apologetically, "Please forgive me, sir. I came here late because I was writing a story. Please don't blame me."
"I don't blame you. Let me see how your story is written."
The boss immediately helped Chu Qi up, poured her a glass of water, and then took over her draft to look at it.
Chu Qi controls the word count, with each chapter having about two thousand words, and ten chapters totaling twenty thousand words.
There were so many words that the host was shocked by the thickness of the paper before he even read the story.
Paper in the Qian Dynasty was divided into low-quality and high-quality ones. The high-quality ones were expensive, two cents per sheet, while the low-quality ones were one cent per two sheets.
Chu Qi used low-quality paper, but it took at least two or three days’ work to finish the more than forty pages.
After reading the beginning of the story, the host was surprised and said, "Hey, this is the first time I know that foxes can become spirits?"
The more he read, the more shocked he was. In the book, Chu Qi described a story about a fox that became a spirit and returned a favor.
In Chu Qi's original world, stories of foxes becoming spirits were very common.
But in this world, there has never been any legend about fox spirits, let alone stories of foxes becoming spirits.
Chu Qi's submission this time can be said to have set a precedent.
As a man who owns countless books, Dong Jia was fascinated by Chu Qi's story.
He read the entire article eagerly. When he saw the last line "To be continued, please listen to the next chapter for the answer", his heart choked. He looked at Chu Qi with a curious look:
"Brother Ye, you must have written the rest, but you didn't bring it with you, right? I've collected your stories, so hurry up and bring them all with you."
The polite title of Mr. Ye was automatically changed to the more intimate title of Brother Ye, which shows the change in his inner feelings towards Chu Qi.
Chu Qi looked at the curious and expectant face of the host, her eyes flickered, and she felt a little relieved. She shook her head awkwardly and said, "I'm afraid you don't like my story, so I only wrote this much for now."
Hearing this, the host immediately said, "Your story is so interesting. I like it very much. I believe the guests will like it too. By the way, the genre you wrote is a long novel, right?"
There are novels here, but they are relatively few, so the boss didn't expect that Chu Qi could also write novels. He thought they were short stories.
"If it's a long story, our way of selling it will be much simpler..."
He revealed the cunning face of a businessman, as if he saw piles of silver flowing into his arms.
Chu Qi nodded: "It's a long story, and there's a lot more to come before the finale."
There were not many customers in the store at the moment, so the owner asked Chu Qi to go behind the counter to discuss the royalties.
"Our bookstore has never accepted drafts of stories before. We only accept pre-written scripts. We also pay based on the value of the book....How about this, I will pay you based on the number of words in your story?"
The boss had no intention of cheating Chu Qi, so he discussed it with her.
Although he was just a bookseller, his father was a Jinshi (imperial scholar), so his knowledge and vision were not narrow.
His keen intuition made him understand that Chu Qi's story would not go unnoticed, and when the time came, he could make money from selling it. Long-term cooperation with Chu Qi would be the key to making money.
If Chu Qi is treated unfairly due to the price and the opportunity for cooperation is lost, that would be the most unprofitable deal.
Paying by word count is fair.
Chu Qi did not refuse: "Okay, Boss, you decide."
"How about twenty words for one cent?" The host held up a finger.
Chu Qi had no reference and didn't know what the normal price was, but twenty words per cent was much more than she earned from copying books every day.
She hesitated for only three seconds before nodding: "My boss is kind, I'll do whatever you say."
After the price is agreed upon, the next step is to settle the bill.
There are too many words to read one by one, so just a rough count shows that there are about 21,000 words.
Twenty characters equal one cent, so twenty-one thousand characters equal one thousand and fifty cents.
The boss counted the money and handed all the copper coins to Chu Qi, then said:
"I wonder if you will continue to copy books in the future?"
Chu Qi had a way to make money, so she didn't want to copy books. As soon as she showed her hesitation, the boss continued:
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