“I just finished writing the manuscript, and you woke up so quickly.”
Ran Jinnian noticed that he had only slept for three hours.
"I'm a light sleeper." Lu Jinyuan didn't tell his wife that he slept for about this long when he was on missions outside.
He can only sleep well at home.
If Lu Jinyuan said this, his wife would feel very sorry for him, so he didn't say it.
"Then take a look at my new draft." Ran Jinnian handed him the draft. Whenever she wrote a draft, Lu Jinyuan was always the first person to read it if he was home.
Lu Jinyuan immediately perked up. His wife's stories were always wonderful, and her use of language was bold yet not against the rules.
"Wife, you haven't finished writing this story yet?"
After reading it, Lu Jinyuan discovered that it was not finished.
"Yes, Director Yuan wrote to me last time and asked me to write a long story, saying the payment would be higher."
Director Yuan is the director of Red Star Magazine.
He valued Ran Jinnian highly; her stories were exceptionally good, and each time a magazine was published, it became a bestseller.
The letters that Ran Jin is reading now are all ones that he has signed for.
Last time, Director Yuan read a letter to Ran Jin, asking her to write a long story.
She currently earns five yuan per thousand words. If she writes a long story, reaching fifty thousand words, she earns eight yuan per thousand words.
Each of her short stories is only six or seven thousand words long, which adds up to about thirty or forty yuan.
Ran Jinnian carefully considered the conditions set by Director Yuan. Writing a long story wasn't difficult; it just required a larger story framework.
Moreover, the price increased by three yuan per thousand words, which is really hard not to be tempted.
Although she has a lot of gold in her spatial storage, the country is now strictly controlling it, and she dares not take it out and risk her life.
Lu Jinyuan gives her his monthly allowance, which is enough to support her and An'an, let alone two more children.
I'm thinking too far ahead.
Even without Lu Jinyuan's subsidies, Ran Jinnian has the space to do as she pleases for the rest of her life.
She just didn't want to become a full-time housewife.
If one day the space disappears, and Lu Jinyuan gets into trouble on a mission, she needs to have the ability to support herself and her child.
Ran Jinnian certainly didn't want anything to happen to Lu Jinyuan, but as a soldier, she couldn't let herself become numb to it.
"I have to write two articles a month. When I think about it, it's more cost-effective to write a novel." This is also Ran Jinnian's first time writing a novel, so she has put a lot of effort into the story material this time.
Lu Jinyuan always supported his wife; whatever she wrote was fine.
"Wife, your story has a rather bold style." Although Lu Jinyuan hadn't read the whole story, the few thousand words he had read were different from his previous works.
Ran Jinnian sat down next to him: "You noticed."
Lu Jinyuan's lips twitched: "Wife, you underestimate me."
"Do you think writing it like this might violate the rules?" Ran Jinnian knew that the country was in turmoil and that one could easily fall into a literary inquisition.
But this story is more interesting when it's bold; she was very careful with her word choice when she wrote it.
Lu Jinyuan checked it and said, "There's nothing wrong."
Ran Jinnian also felt there was no problem, but Lu Jinyuan was more sensitive about this, which was why she asked.
“Director Yuan also reviews the manuscripts. If there are any problems, they won’t pass through his hands.” Ran Jin thought of how meticulous Director Yuan was in his work.
There was a small problem with the draft she wrote last time, and he immediately called to say that he had revised it.
"Honey, go to sleep. We have several days' journey ahead."
Lu Jinyuan checked the time.
"Um."
Ran Jinnian was about to lie down.
"You sleep in this bed, I'll sleep next to An'an." Lu Jinyuan let his wife sleep alone.
Ran Jinnian refused. Lu Jinyuan was tall and strong, and if he and An'an slept in this soft sleeper, the little one would probably cry from the crowd.
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