Haichaochun Teahouse.
It is very close to Huangliu Hutong.
Qin Yuesheng, dressed in brocade clothes, sat by the window on the third floor, looking at the scenery outside and eating red bean cakes.
This is a private room without a door, but it is covered with a bead curtain so that people passing by cannot see what is going on inside.
After a while, footsteps were suddenly heard in the corridor outside, and with the rustling of the bead curtain, Cao Zhengchun walked in from outside.
"Master, I have invited the brilliant writer."
Qin Yuesheng turned around and saw a little girl in a yellow skirt standing behind Cao Zhengchun.
She looked to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, with a petite figure, round and fair complexion, and looked very timid.
"Please ask this girl to come and sit down."
"Yes." Cao Zhengchun nodded, then turned to the girl and said, "Please."
Seeing the other person sitting directly opposite him, Qin Yuesheng asked curiously, "Wonderful writing, I've read all your novels. The writing is quite good and it's easy to immerse yourself in them."
"Sir, my name is Huang Wei, you can just call me by my name."
The little girl seemed a little shy. She was not a stutterer, but she spoke with a slight stammer.
Qin Yuesheng didn't care. "Huang Wei, how much money can you make in a month by writing novels?"
Huang Wei immediately started counting on her fingers, and after a while.
"About one or two hundred taels."
Qin Yuesheng was puzzled: "Why is there only this much? Isn't your novel a hot seller in Qingyang City?"
"The study helps me sell books. I have an agreement with the owner of the study to split the profit 50-50. The government also collects taxes, so the final total is about one or two hundred taels." Huang Wei answered honestly.
"How about this." Qin Yuesheng knocked on the table. "I'll make a deal with you. You'll write books exclusively for me. No matter how much you make, I'll pay you four hundred taels of silver a month, plus a 28 split. Of course, it's 20/80."
Huang Wei couldn't help but feel delighted: "Really?"
Four hundred taels of silver a month is a windfall for ordinary people.
"Really, but the prerequisite is that you have to write the ideas and plots I give you." Qin Yuesheng nodded.
Huang Wei suddenly hesitated.
As a writer, who doesn’t want to write what he wants to write? Once you write something provided by others for money, it becomes cliché, and the article will inevitably lack some spirit.
"One more thing. If you're willing to work for me, I can make sure your parents can never gamble again."
This condition was like an arrow piercing Huang Wei's heart. Her parents were both gamblers and had long been a thorn in her heart. Most of the money she had earned over the years had been spent by her parents in gambling houses, which was no different from throwing money into the sea.
In today's world, the status of women is obviously lower than that of men. As a daughter, no matter how much money Huang Wei can make, she has no right to take care of her parents' affairs.
It is only natural for children to earn money and their parents to spend it.
So even though Huang Wei's novels have been selling well in recent years, she has been privately troubled by this issue.
If Qin Yuesheng could help her solve this problem, Huang Wei would agree without hesitation even if she could no longer write the novel she wanted to write.
"Okay, then you have to do what you say." Huang Wei said seriously.
After hearing her agreement, Qin Yuesheng took out two contracts he had written in advance and handed them to the other party.
"The conditions and salary I promised you are all written down here. The things you need to do for me are also written here. Take a look. If you think it's okay, sign your name and put your fingerprint on it."
Huang Wei picked up a contract and just glanced at it for a moment before she suddenly asked in surprise, "Ten years? I'm going to write a novel for you for ten years?"
"Well, what's the problem?"
"But I'm going to get married in the future..."
"Getting married and working are two different things. Who says you can't write novels after you get married? And why did you get married so early? You're not even 28 yet.
Let me do the math for you. You can earn 4,800 taels of silver a year. In ten years, that's 48,000 taels. With that kind of money, you can have any man you want. Are you still worried that no man will marry you?
You don't even have to get married. You can buy a house and keep a dozen gigolos. You can keep any kind of guy you want. You can have fun with them as you like. When you've had enough fun, you can find a man you like to marry into your family. There's no reason for you to give up this kind of life, right?"
"Oh!" Huang Wei immediately covered her face with her hands when she heard Qin Yuesheng's words, and said embarrassedly: "This, this is so shameless, isn't this a *baby* woman?"
Qin Yuesheng crossed his arms, leaned back in his chair and stared at the other person playfully.
If another woman said this, Qin Yuesheng would believe it.
Huang Weiyi, a female literary figure who made her fortune by writing harem stories with one woman and multiple men, often writes about this kind of plot in her books. How could she be embarrassed by this?
"Well, if you think it's okay, just sign and put your fingerprints on it. A bright future awaits you."
Swish, swish, swish!
In just a few moments, Huang Wei had finished everything.
Qin Yuesheng took back one contract and kept the other for Huang Wei. At the same time, he handed her a stack of fine rice paper filled with words.
"Here, this is what I asked you to write. It's all business confidential, so keep it safe. Don't let anyone else see it. Also, finish up your previous book as soon as possible and focus on this one. I want to see 120,000 words by the 26th of next month."
"One hundred and twenty thousand words?!!!"
Huang Wei picked up the first page and browsed: "Martial Heavens? What is this?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
