Ever since he scolded Mr. Shanhe, his royalties have increased. At the beginning, many newspapers offered high prices to invite him to write articles.
After all the scolding, he has accumulated a lot of wealth and can at least move from the slums to a middle-class area.
Not only fame, but also profit.
Thinking back to when An Jingzhi came to me to scold him, I was just doing it to earn that little bit of royalties.
One dollar, how could one of his articles be worth one dollar?
Now he earns more than ten dollars a day.
He understood that only if he cursed harder and more hurtfully, his reputation would be greater and he would be able to keep his job.
An Jingzhi no longer had to pay for subsequent royalties. After tasting the sweetness, he studied An Jingzhi's past articles day and night, trying to find a fulcrum to criticize him.
He raised his head and stretched his shoulders and neck, which had become tense from working at the desk for a long time. The more he studied the other person's article, the more he admired him.
He didn't know what to write after being scolded so much. If his previous words were reasonable and well-founded, now he is just being unreasonable.
Rubbing his aching brow, he thought to himself: If others knew that Mr. Shanhe paid me to scold him, I wonder what Zhang Tingyou and others would think. But even if I told them, I guess no one would believe it.
Of course, he wouldn't tell anyone, at least until he found other ways to make more money. He had to keep this secret, otherwise it would not only affect the other party, but also his status.
He became famous by cursing Shanhe. If he knew that everything was arranged by Shanhe, wouldn't he be unjust and dishonest? He was unwilling to do such a thing that would ruin his job.
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