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Chapter 87 The First Contribution Fee

Parallel world, Yuanlang Xiangjiang.

midnight.

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

Today's housing prices are about 3000 yuan/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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

"Hoohoo."

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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".

【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 career as a copywriter.

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

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

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

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

Although Wang Sheng asked Su Qing to transfer 100 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.

Time passed quickly, and the sky gradually became brighter.

From copying at around 06 a.m. to dawn at 30:3, Wang Xiaobao finished copying Chapter [-] "Ambition", totaling [-] words.

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

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

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

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

Then, he opened the quilt and took a look.

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

The girl's name is Zhong Chuhong. She is 16 years old and is the eldest daughter of her father's comrade Zhong Daqiang.

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

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

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

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

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

"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."

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

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.

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"."

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

"Writing a novel? Just you?"

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

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

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

"What bet?"

Zhong Chuhong asked.

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

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

"impossible."

Zhong Chuhong didn't believe it at all.

"What if I win?"

Wang Xiaobao asked.

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

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.

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.

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

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

Wang Xiaobao said.

"Hmph, let's talk about it after you win."

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

"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."

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

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

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

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

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.

This is where I, Wang Xiaobao, rise!

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?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's it."

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

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

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

Soon, Wang Xiaobao found another newspaper, Oriental Daily.

This newspaper was founded in 69. 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.

In the early 70s, 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 8 copies were sold.

Last autumn, we purified the content of the supplement and sales exceeded [-] copies, defeating Ming Pao.But soon, Ming Pao began to publish Wesley’s works by Nickelodeon, and the defeat was once again restored.

The sales volume of Oriental Daily also dropped from [-] copies to [-] copies, which was very dismal.

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."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

These days, he inquired about some news.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"."

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

After quickly reading more than 3000 words, Editor-in-Chief Zhou suppressed his desire to read the follow-up content and pretended not to be very satisfied.

A veteran like him naturally knows how to negotiate.

Only by belittling the work can we lower the price!

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

Wang Xiaobao said.

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

Only market feedback is the only criterion for testing quality.

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

Editor-in-chief Zhou quoted a price.

"Huh? Farewell!"

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

At this price, how about sending a beggar away?

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

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

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

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

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

"forty!"

"Fifty!"

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.

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

"Then how much do you want?"

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

“150 yuan for a thousand words!”

Seeing this, Wang Xiaobao finally spoke.

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

"Ni Jian only got [-] words and [-], but you ask for [-]?"

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

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

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

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

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

Wang Xiaobao shook his head, unmoved at all.

"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."

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

"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."

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

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

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

"Well, let's take a step back."

"For the first [-] words, we will calculate it as [-] per [-] words you said."

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

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

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

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

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

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

The entire "Zhu Xian" has more than 120 million words, but Wang Xiaobao just started writing it at this time, so of course it cannot be said like this.

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

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.

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

After signing the contract, Wang Xiaobao also received the first [-] words of royalties.

One thousand and forty yuan!
At this time in Xiangjiang, the average salary income was three to four hundred yuan per month.

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

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.

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.

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

"You bought this for me?"

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

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you that Xiaobao has the ability. He can write 800 words for [-] yuan. Writing [-] words a day is [-] yuan."

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

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

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

　Well, I have created a book club group. There are links at the end of each chapter. You can click to join the group directly.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)