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Parallel world, Yuanlang Xiangjiang.

Midnight watch.

In a small and cramped public house, this is the home of Wang Xiaobao's father's comrade-in-arms Zhong Daqiang.

Today’s house prices are about NT$3,000/square meter in Central, and slightly cheaper in remote places.

But with Zhong Daqiang's current net worth, he can only squeeze into public housing with his family.

In a public house that is less than the size of a room in his hometown, six members of his comrade Zhong Daqiang's family are crowded.

At the end of the story, the protagonist Zhang Xiaofan was slapped in the back and passed out, and there was no more.

Does she still want her reputation? Do you want to get married in the future?

"Uncle Zhong, Sister Hong, I stayed up late at night and wrote the beginning of a novel, and I'm going to submit it to Jin Yong's "Ming Pao"."

Dare to compete with Jin Yong's "The Condor", this person's tone is not ordinary.

After brushing his teeth, washing his face and eating breakfast, he left Zhong's house.

Fortunately, the original person's father once took a bullet for his comrades. It was a life-changing friendship.

Zhong Daqiang was happy to see the success, patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him.

Editor-in-Chief Zhou took the manuscript and read "Zhu Xian" with suspicion.

"Writing a novel? Just you?"

She was wearing a simple pink skirt, with a graceful figure and fair skin, and her beautiful eyes stared at him with disgust.

Zhong Chuhong pointed her slender finger at him and said viciously.

The first novel he read was called "Zhu Xian"!

The magnificent continent of China, the world of cultivation that flies into the sky and escapes from the earth, the two paths of good and evil opposing good and evil, the protagonists and supporting characters with distinct personalities

All of this brought Wang Xiaobao a new experience.

After the negotiations were fruitless, Wang Xiaobao had no choice but to leave in disappointment.

Zhong Chuhong asked.

"Oh? Okay, I'll do as you say. How many words do you expect to write in this work?"

"Hey, don't go. How about thirty with a thousand words?"

Wang Xiaobao said with a half-smile, "Even if I win."

These days, he inquired about some news.

Zhong Daqiang even said that he would marry his eldest daughter to him.

Wang Xiaobao jumped out of bed, proudly raised the manuscript in his hand and said to Zhong Daqiang.

The price offered by Chief Editor Zhou was too low and he couldn't accept it.

【Book Title】: Zhu Xian

[Author's name]: Lao Wang next door

[Introduction]: There are no gods in this world, but since ancient times, human beings have seen everything around them

Wang Xiaobao casually chose the pen name of "Lao Wang next door" for himself, and started his great career as a copywriter.

What's more, Jin Yong is notoriously stingy. According to the normal market price, Ni frame can get at least 100 to 200 for a thousand words.

"Hmph, let's wait until you win."

"Okay, Uncle Zhong, I'll try my best to catch up with Hong Mei."

"Why shouldn't such a great novel set off a fire in Hong Kong?"

Time passed quickly, and the sky gradually became brighter.

At this time, the father Zhong Daqiang coughed awkwardly and called out to the girl.

As soon as Wang Xiaobao arrived at Oriental Daily, he said to the front desk:

"Hurry up and inform your editor-in-chief that I have a novel in my hand that is no less than Jin Yong's "The Condor", which can turn your Oriental Daily around and overtake Ming Pao in sales."

The lady at the front desk took out the reservation book and asked.

As if his tail had been stepped on, Chief Editor Zhou jumped three feet high.

"What can I do for you? Do you have an appointment?"

He didn't believe that such an excellent novel as "Zhu Xian" could not be found in a newspaper willing to serialize it.

"After 100,000 words, let's see how the market responds and we'll talk about the price later. What do you think?"

Wang Xiaobao asked.

"Xiaobao, do you know how to write novels? That's great. If you write books and become famous like Jin Yong, you can marry Ah Hong."

"If my novel is serialized in a newspaper and I get royalties."

When Editor-in-Chief Zhou heard this, he realized that this was not a large number of words. Several of Jin Yong’s works had this number of words.

When the girl heard that there was such a thing, she was stunned on the spot, and she was not willing to agree.

"Sir, this is not in compliance with our company regulations."

"A million or so? Okay, we will have a happy cooperation!"

"The most I can offer is eighty per thousand words. It is impossible to agree to a price higher than this."

Editor-in-chief Zhou quoted a price.

The sales volume of Oriental Daily also dropped from 100,000 copies to 80,000 copies, which was very dismal.

Zhong Chuhong didn't believe it at all.

Regarding Wang Xiaobao's arrival, Zhong Daqiang and his family had no complaints.

"Forget it."

She did not dare to neglect, and quickly brought Wang Xiaobao to the editor-in-chief of Oriental Daily Zhou.

Editor-in-Chief Zhou saw this and tried to persuade him. He really didn't want to miss this article.

But Wang Xiaobao refused to let go after the price was quoted several times.

The entire "Zhu Xian" has more than 1.2 million words, but Wang Xiaobao just started writing it at this time, so of course it cannot be said like this.

It's no wonder that Zhong Chuhong has been targeting Wang Xiaobao. The main reason is that as soon as this guy came, her father said that he would marry her to him.

"I have written a very excellent novel, and I would like to ask Mr. Jin Yong for some advice."

"You are just a newcomer, and your work has not been tested by the market. No one may buy it. Our newspaper company has to bear a lot of risks."

Wang Xiaobao grabbed the manuscript from his hand, turned around and left.

After everyone was happy, Wang Xiaobao opened the chat group and announced the good news to his father and group members:

Wang Xiaobao nodded, who doesn't like beautiful women?

At this time, a crisp sound sounded under the edge of the bed, waking up Wang Xiaobao.

"Zhou Cao, this novel is so good. I never thought that people in later generations would be so talented."

Even if Wang Xiaobao was hiding in bed and drawing a map, it was not something a girl who had not left the government could say.

Holding the beautiful dress Wang Xiaobao bought newly, Zhong Chuhong was pleasantly surprised and a little shy at the same time.

"Well, no matter how much you talk, seeing is not as true as seeing."

Standing beside the bed was a pretty girl with her hands on her hips.

"Do bad things? What bad things can I do?"

Wang Xiaobao is even more innocent. Can I write a novel and do something bad?

"Ahem, Xiaohong, shut up."

He quickly put his cell phone away in his pocket so that no one could discover it.

"As for the word count, it's probably around one million words."

As soon as these words came out, the front desk lady was shocked on the spot.

Fortunately, he has practiced martial arts and his physical fitness is much stronger than ordinary people.

But soon, his brows gradually widened, mixed with a trace of undetectable excitement.

"Let's take a step back."

"Mr. Wang, you don't know, the newspaper industry is very deep, and the average writer only gets twenty or thirty words per thousand words."

"I want to hand it over to Mr. Jin Yong in person!"

In the early 1970s, famous writers were hired to write about dogs, and sales increased. The number of newspapers increased to 1 and a half sheets, and after a year and a half, more than 80,000 copies were sold.

When I arrived at the Ming Pao Building by car, I looked at the surrounding high-rise buildings and the crowds of people coming in and out, and I couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

At this time, Wang Xiaobao was even more confident about the future.

After signing the contract, Wang Xiaobao also received the first 13,000 words of royalties.

To say it is no less than "The Condor", I'm really not bragging!

"Well, the subject matter is indeed interesting. It is somewhat similar to "The Legend of Shushan Immortal Sword"."

"Scared, why don't you go and grab it?"

With the first royalties he received, Wang Xiaobao went to the mall and bought a gift for each of Zhong Daqiang's family.

The front desk lady was not surprised and responded in a routine manner.

Wang Xiaobao said.

"What if I win?"

Otherwise, not to mention whether my hands are sore or not, my eyes will probably go blind.

"Huhu."

Wang Xiaobao said with a smile on his face: "How about we make a bet?"

Whether a book is good or not depends on one person.

If you are short of money to spend, the worst thing you can do is ask your dad to get some gold and exchange it for money.

In the end, Editor-in-Chief Zhou had no choice but to let him set the price himself.

After calming down, Editor-in-Chief Zhou quoted a minimum price.

On the lower bunk of the bed on the iron frame, eight-year-old Zhong Chujie was sleeping soundly.

Wang Xiaobao said.

Zhong Chuhong's pretty face flushed with embarrassment, she snorted coldly and ran away.

"Editor-in-Chief Zhou might as well take a look for himself and know whether I am exaggerating."

From copying at around 1 a.m. to dawn at 6:30, Wang Xiaobao finished copying the third chapter "Ambition", totaling 13,000 words.

Only by belittling the work can we lower the price!

Wang Xiaobao shook his head, unmoved at all.

"Tell me, did you hide under the quilt and do something bad just now?"

With his literary skills, he could see the potential of this novel at a glance.

One room is where Zhong Daqiang and his wife live, the other room is where Zhong Chuhong and her three sisters live, and the smallest room is where Zhong Chujie lives.

Although Wang Sheng asked Su Qing to transfer one hundred taels of gold to him, he didn't dare to use it because he was afraid that he would be chopped up on the spot.

Editor-in-chief Zhou looked Wang Xiaobao up and down, with disbelief almost written on his face.

Soon, Wang Xiaobao found another newspaper, Oriental Daily.

This is where I, Wang Xiaobao, rise!

In the Mainland, it’s even less. It’s pretty good to get 30 to 50 yuan a month.

"One hundred and fifty yuan for one thousand words!"

As a result, the cooperation was easily negotiated and the contract was signed on the spot.

He took out the letter paper and pen he bought during the day from his personal space, and hid under the quilt to copy the text of "Zhu Xian".

"Brother Wang, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."

Soon, Wang Xiaobao met Editor-in-Chief Zhou in the office.

"forty!"

He frowned slightly at first, feeling a little displeased with the description of gods in the introduction.

It was said that it was to repay the kindness of Wang Xiaobao's father for saving Zhong Daqiang's life, and they also kissed him again.

After quickly reading more than 13,000 words, Editor-in-Chief Zhou suppressed his desire to read the follow-up content and pretended not to be very satisfied.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties, tall and thin, with piercing eyes, giving him a very shrewd appearance.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaobao finally spoke.

Last autumn, we purified the content of the supplement and sales exceeded 100,000 copies, defeating Ming Pao.

But soon, Ming Pao began to publish Wesley’s works by Nickelodeon, and the defeat was once again restored.

"Novel? Please register and leave the manuscript here, and we will submit it to Mr. Jin Yong for review."

Wang Xiaobao, who was on the upper bunk, was hiding under the quilt and stayed up late reading novels with red eyes.

"A famous scholar like Jin Yong only gets one or two hundred thousand words, and Ni Jian only gets eighty thousand words."

"Ah, Sister Hong, please tell me clearly, what kind of person am I?"

"However, you said that it is still a little impossible to overcome Wesley, who is in the fire, and turn things around."

"For the first 100,000 words, we will calculate it as 80 per 1,000 words you said."

"Ni Jian only got 1000 words and 80, but you ask for 150?"

A veteran like him naturally knows how to negotiate.

"impossible."

"The price of eighty per thousand words is not low anymore. Just accept it when it's good!"

Wang Xiaobao believes that the quality and audience of "Zhu Xian" are no worse than Nijia's Wesley series.

"You said that your work is comparable to "The Condor", and can it turn our newspaper around?"

This newspaper was founded in 1969. During its initial period, it had only a staff of 10 people and produced only one folio of paper, so its sales were not good.

Since Ming Pao rejected his article, he was bound to get it from Oriental Daily.

"Fifty!"

He knew that if he left the manuscript at the front desk, it would most likely be thrown into the trash can.

Wang Xiaobao was a little confused. How could he offend her?

"No, a thousand words and a hundred and fifty, one point is not a penny."

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

"Oh? Okay, let me take a look first."

Walking into the front desk of the building, Wang Xiaobao asked the beautiful woman at the front desk: "Which office is Mr. Jin Yong's office?"

Relying on the light of the mobile phone, I copied it stroke by stroke.

But now that the conditions are poor, Wang Xiaobao has no choice but to do so.

Zhong Chuhong rolled her eyes at him, with an expression of disbelief on her face.

"Huh? Farewell!"

"What bet?"

Now that Wang Xiaobao has arrived, the crowd has become even more crowded, and he and Zhong Chujie share a room.

Wang Xiaobao thought about it. Although he thought Zhu Xian's quality was very good, it was from another time and space after all.

"Hmph, if you win, I won't talk about you anymore."

Zhong Xiaoqiang happily patted his shoulder and cried with joy: "This is more than I make in a month."

Wang Xiaobao took out the first three chapters of "Zhu Xian" and handed it over.

He had inquired, but Nijia got a thousand words and eighty from Ming Pao.

Only market feedback is the only criterion for testing quality.

The area of ​​​​public housing is generally small. This house is only 38 square meters, but it is also separated into three bedrooms and one living room.

Wang Xiaobao replied confidently after raising the manuscript he had rushed out in the middle of the night.

It may be an instant hit, or readers may not buy it, both of which are unpredictable.

Wang Xiaobao does not expect to make a fortune from royalties. He just needs a clear path to make a fortune and build his own reputation.

There are so many large and small newspapers in Xiangjiang, but the top ones are Ming Pao and Oriental Daily News for him to choose from.

Otherwise, given his temperament, the newlywed Leo will say, "Get away as far as you can."

Then, he opened the quilt and took a look.

Upon hearing this, Chief Editor Zhou accepted his statement and asked calmly.

"What, Hongmei, you don't believe it?"

Just like when Su Qing came into contact with online novels for the first time, it was even more basic to stay up late reading.

"If I win, how about you marry me?"

"Okay, okay, let me tell you that Xiaobao has the ability. One thousand words can cost eight hundred yuan. Writing ten thousand words a day is only eight hundred yuan."

One thousand and forty yuan!

At this time in Xiangjiang, the average salary income was three to four hundred yuan per month.

"How much do you want?"

"Twenty for a thousand words, how about that?"

Seeing Wang Xiaobao turning around to leave, Editor-in-Chief Zhou was not willing to let this big fish run away, so he quickly grabbed him.

The girl's name is Zhong Chuhong. She is sixteen years old and is the eldest daughter of her father's comrade Zhong Daqiang.

At this price, how about sending a beggar away?

Editor-in-chief Zhou has become the actual person in charge of the newspaper since his boss, Dongfang Ma, took a detour.

"Did you buy this for me?"

"The editor-in-chief will make a price that week."

"Dad, and brothers, I got my first royalties!"

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