Li Mo and Lin Xi looked at Ding Qianwen at the same time, waiting for her to express their opinions.

Ding Qianwen glanced at Lin Xi, Li Mo's family background is not good, his age is also young, and it makes sense that his vision and pattern are not enough, how can the daughter of the boss of a group in Lin Xi be like a stupid white sweet?

Ding Qianwen is really worried about what will happen to the Lin Xi family's family business in the future, the landlord's family has raised an only stupid daughter, and it is estimated that she is waiting to give it away or go bankrupt.

"Wenwen, what are you looking at me for? Tell me quickly, Li Mo and I are waiting for you to perform. Lin Xi looked a little excited.

Ding Qianwen coughed twice, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and explained: "There are many ways to earn money, and there are many types of work, but in summary, there are nothing more than three.

The first is to export time and physical strength in exchange for remuneration, you work for others, by selling your time and physical strength to get paid, the employer provides you with hourly salary, daily salary, monthly salary and other salary models, in this way to earn money, you want to earn more, you can only strive to get higher remuneration per unit of time;

The second is skill output, today's society is a commodity society, this way of making money is to make your skills into commodities, so as to make money, Li Mo, the novel writing you are doing now is this way of making money. Your novels become commodities, and your income depends on how many goods you can sell, produce once, sell repeatedly, and make money for life;

The third is that you have capital and wait for money to make money. ”

Li Mo frowned slightly when he heard this, "Sister Ding, I understand what you mean." The difference between the first and the second way is the ownership of the goods produced, the first way is also to produce goods, but the ownership rights belong to the boss, while the ownership of the goods produced by the second way belongs to oneself.

But now the question is, can that novel I updated become a commodity?

If you want to be a commodity, you have to have a market and customer needs, right?

Is there such a market in our country now?"

Ding Qianwen stared at Li Mo in surprise, he didn't expect his comprehension ability to be so unbelievable. She didn't know that Li Mo's current mental agility had already taken a small leap because of the last vision.

Lin Xi blinked her big eyes and looked a little excited, she didn't expect that writing a novel could make so much money. Especially Ding Qianwen's sentence of 'one production, repeated sales, and lifelong money' is like a spell haunting in her mind.

She suddenly grabbed Li Mo's arm and looked at him with her head raised: "Li Mo, why don't you teach me to write a novel!"

To be honest, she was a little moved.

"I don't know how to write novels!" Li Mo was a little confused, "Breaking the Sky" was an item obtained from the emotional ball, and it was not something he came up with by himself at all. How to teach her?

"You won't, what is "Breaking the Sky Dome"?" Lin Xi thought that Li Mo was not going to teach her, and asked threateningly.

"I just wrote the story out of my head. Li Mo said vaguely, there are some things that are inconvenient to say.

Ding Qianwen nodded slightly, some things do require talent, especially artistic creation.

Those masterpieces that have been handed down are often the product of a flash of inspiration.

Ding Qianwen was not surprised that Li Mo could come up with a good story, but what surprised her was that Li Mo had mastered a lot of writing skills at a young age.

An ordinary person may have the same inspiration as Qi Baishi, but he does not have the corresponding painting skills.

Lin Xi thought that Li Mo was perfunctory, grabbing his arm and shaking it.

Ding Qianwen didn't understand what Lin Xi would think about learning to write a novel with Li Mo.

"Xixi, why do you want to learn to write novels from Li Mo?"

"It's not a one-time production, repeated sales, and lifelong money. Why don't I learn such a good thing? Now acting is hard to death.

If I had learned to write novels with Li Mo, wouldn't I have been able to earn money lying down?"

Ding Qianwen was stunned, acting stars, especially those who participate in TV series or movies, the way to make money actually belongs to the first type, which is a one-shot deal.

Original singers belong to the second way to make money, but Lin Xi has no talent for doing such things as originality.

Last year's song "Come on" was also bought from someone else.

"Xixi, you take it for granted. The key point of making money in the second way is that the things you create have an audience, and there are people who like and are willing to pay for them.

Can you be sure that if you study with Li Mo, you will be able to write something popular?"

Ding Qianwen was kind to Lin Xi, and she went to write a novel with a brain like her, and it is estimated that she was autistic on the first day of writing.

"How can the novel I write be read by no one?" Lin Xi was quite confident.

Probably this is called the fearlessness of the ignorant.

The corners of Ding Qianwen's mouth twitched, thinking to herself, you are embarrassed to write novels as a person who often scores zero points in her essays, but these words can't be said in front of Lin Xi, otherwise it will affect her fragile little heart.

"Xixi, you probably don't know how hard it is to write a novel. Nearly 10,000 words a day, working in front of the computer for seven or eight hours straight, all year round, are you willing to accept this kind of life?"

Lin Xi frowned and stared at Li Mo, "Is it really so troublesome to write a novel?"

As soon as Li Mo wanted to speak, he saw Ding Qianwen winking at him, Li Mo was relieved, and pretended to sigh, "Of course it's difficult." Sister Ding's update problem is only one of them, if you want to write good things, you must read more, as the saying goes, if you read more than 10,000 volumes, you are willing to hold the book every day and gnaw it?"

Hearing this, Lin Xi hurriedly shook her little head violently, asking her to study, she would rather die.

"Wenwen, I feel like I've missed out on 100 million!"

Ding Qianwen glanced at her and said, "Lin Xi, you are a rich lady embarrassed to say such things to me? I am a wage earner in your family, and I wait for your aunt to pay me a salary every month, which is the first way to earn money;

I don't understand why you still follow Li Mo to learn what novels to write.

Writing a novel is basically a big wave of sand, thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge, are you sure you can go to the end and be known to the public?"

Lin Xi didn't understand, Ding Qianwen told her so much, she only felt that there was a Wang Ba chanting the scriptures. The feeling of missing out on 100 million is still lingering in my heart.

She lay on the bed, looking at the milky white ceiling above her head, feeling extremely depressed.

The unhappiness in her mood made her suddenly yell at Li Mo: "Li Mo, what are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and update the novel for my sister and me, otherwise your small money will be deducted." ”

The corners of Li Mo's mouth twitched, it seems that capitalists are born to be Zhou Papi, and the five-money business also wants to reduce prices, what about conscience?

turned on the computer and logged in to the Goose, Li Mo found that a stranger had added him.

He ignored it, and continued to open the writer's background on the Phantom Sword Alliance novel website to prepare for the update.

As soon as he opened the backend web page, Li Mo was frightened by the number of new messages in red on the page.

Unread Reviews: 1724.

Website notifications: 12.

Li Mo opened the website notification first, checked the 12 website notifications, and found that the content in them was the same, but 12 were sent in a row.

The 12 notices were all sent by an editor named 'Ying Ning', and the content was all asking Li Mo if he had signed a contract on the Phantom Sword Alliance website.

The first notice only asked whether to sign a contract, and each notice that did not follow added a lot of welfare conditions in turn.

The share between the author and the website has increased again and again, and the latest notice even told Li Mo that if he is willing to sign a contract, the company does not want any copyright, and is responsible for helping to operate.

Twelve notices, the website has increased again and again, just to keep Li Mo, a writer whose data has suddenly skyrocketed.

Jinghua City, where Phantom Sword Alliance Information Technology Co., Ltd. is located, on the background display wall at the entrance of the company, a white giant sword is inlaid on the wall, giving people a full sense of shock.

The editor-in-chief of Phantom Sword is called Xiao Yu, in his thirties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking very gentle, and is a senior lover of literature and online literature.

In front of him stood a little girl with a pill head and aura.

"Ying Ning, 'I'm not the original author' haven't replied to you yet?" the editor-in-chief knocked on the table, his face a little solemn.

Ying Ning is the editor in charge of Phantom Sword, and the company's flower, 'I am not the original author' is the pen name that Li Mo uses to publish books.

"No reply yet. Editor-in-Chief, I commented at the last meeting, and judging by the timing and frequency of updates to 'I'm not the original author', it's very likely that he's just a student. Is it really worth it to give a student such generous signing terms?"

"If you don't think it's worth it, I can also change someone else to take charge of this work with unlimited potential. Xiao Yu's face was a little ugly.

Ying Ning lowered her head, "Editor-in-chief, I didn't mean that." I'm also thinking about the company, and if this kind of signing conditions get out, what will other authors think?"

Editor-in-chief Xiao Yu snorted coldly, "Since ancient times, literati have been light, and we are a platform, although we must respect the author, but more importantly, we will tap the market and make the cake bigger."

You have also seen the ability of this book "Breaking the Sky" to drive emotions, and the information compiled from the data department has exceeded 1,000 readers registered simply because of this book, and that book is only 50,000 words now, which means that this is just the beginning. You don't need me to talk about what's going to happen next, right?

Shouldn't we find a way to stay with someone like him?"

"I get it, I'll keep an eye out for his news. ”

"Well, let's go down!" Xiao Yu waved his hand.

Ying Ning returned to her seat and opened the webpage to check the message as usual.

The person called 'I'm not the original author' is too big, she sent more than a dozen messages in a row and didn't reply to one, and even added his stupid goose number, but there was no response.

However, the company attaches great importance to this author, and the general manager, editor-in-chief, and operation director talk to her one by one to inquire about the situation, and some leaders even suspect that she has not done a good job.

This made Ying Ning not think about tea and dinner for a day, and wanted to cry without tears.

In the room of Lin Xi of the Surabaya Hotel, Ding Qianwen stood behind Li Mo and saw the information on the screen. couldn't help laughing: "Li Mo, yes, in ancient times, there were twelve gold medals to summon Yue Fei, and first signed Li Mo at the twelve stations!"

"What, what's going on?"

Lin Xi jumped up from the bed excitedly, ready to watch a good show.