He was thinking about it, Li Jianguo here was already ready to start work.

He moved his chair and sat upright, placed the manuscript in front of him, a stack of blank letter paper in front of him, leaned slightly, first tried the thickness of the handwriting on a piece of waste paper, and then began to copy.

asked Li Yiming in his mouth: "Yiming, how many copies are you going to copy?"

"This one may cost four copies, and I'm going to vote for four places. Li Yiming said with a little worry, "I'm just worried that they won't adopt it and then they won't tell us, yes, they won't tell us at all." ”

"Cast in four places? So little? I think I have to copy at least six copies!" Li Jianguo is full of energy, his pen is flying, no slower than Li Yiming, his writing is still upright, and he is straight and straight, and he has practiced under the slats at a glance.

"Six copies ....." Li Yiming scratched his head, if there was a photocopier, he dared to print a hundred copies, but if he copied, it would be really tiring.

"It's not like all six editors are blind. Li Jianguo didn't feel tired, but he just looked at the more than 20 pages of the manuscript in front of him, thought about it and said, "Let's copy four copies first." It's all important!"

"Dad, do you want to stop eating a bun?" asked Li Yiming.

"No, I've eaten it, I can't hold the pen tightly after eating the hand oil, don't smell of buns on this manuscript. Li Jianguo was happy.

Li Yiming also smiled, those editors smelled the smell of meat buns on the manuscript sent by them, and they didn't know what it felt like, did they feel more motivated to read the manuscript? Or were they full of appetite and didn't have the heart to look down?

Do you get angry because you smell lard?

There will always be all kinds of inconveniences in the exchange of not meeting, and Li Yiming is really a little apprehensive in his heart!

......

The sound of cicadas rises and falls, the wind blows the camphor tree outside the window, the leaves make a fine grinding sound, and the room is only the rustle of the tip of the pen on the paper and the gentle breathing, which seems to be different and quiet.

There is infinite wealth hidden in this piece of paper, but now, it can only be calculated by the number of words.

Li Yiming held the teapot and silently calculated.

Twenty manuscripts, six, counting one hundred and twenty submissions, half of the adoption is sixty manuscripts, and one manuscript costs ten yuan, I don't know if there is, maybe not.

Now the fee for a thousand-word manuscript is ten yuan, and Li Yiming looks at his manuscripts, which are basically less than 1,000 words.

It can only be calculated at five dollars, which is three hundred dollars.

Three hundred yuan is also a lot of money in this era, and my father's salary seems to be only thirty or forty yuan, which is almost equivalent to a year's salary.

I have such a high expected income just this morning, of course, this is all the wealth brought to me by those writers in later generations.

To improve his life, this money is very surplus, but three hundred yuan can't do what Li Yiming wants to do, it's too little and too little.

And... It's slow, and it won't take at least a month to see the money!

If the manuscript fee is not enough, what do you want to make the real first pot of gold?

Is it like in a book, now go to the countryside to collect loaches and yellow eels?

The protagonist seems to have been reborn in the countryside six years ago, with memories of his past life, and then he became the richest man in a few years, his home is full of antiques, and there are tens of billions of dollars in assets overseas, and his family is farming in the countryside,......

I learned from him, went to the countryside, asked the farmers to give them money, let them send the loaches from the fields, and then dragged the cart to the county seat, Li Yiming shook his head, the county seat is not good, what about the provincial capital?

More than 100 kilometers of mountain roads, and the board car is not good again.

Not to mention whether it can be sold so well, Li Yiming doesn't have so much time to waste.

Unit car, private use?

Catch all the wild things in the field, and don't talk about sustainable development?

No matter how you look at me, I have to bring the original sin to make money, Li Yiming took a deep breath, flipped through the book, and saw if there was any reliable information in it.

"Yiming! Are you at home?"

Li Yiming was thinking about it, and a voice came from outside the door, as if it was Ye Kai.

Li Yiming hurriedly got out of bed and went to open the door.

didn't open the door wide, but opened a little so that half of his body could block the back: "Why are you here?"

"Class!"

The four friends stood outside the door with their schoolbags on their backs, obviously going to school after lunch, but Liu Daping also came over, probably to come together to see the situation.

"Are you going to class in the afternoon?" Ye Kai asked.

Li Yiming shook his head and hesitated: "I won't go in the afternoon." ”

"Why?" Ye Bing asked with a frown, and then his eyes froze, "Ah, what's wrong with your face?"

Ye Bing looked at his face in surprise and took a closer look.

"Did your dad beat you?!" Jiang Nan asked quietly.

"Nope..."

“... Not good!" Liu Daping looked frightened, his eyes crossed Li Yiming's shoulder, and he didn't know what he saw.

Before Li Yiming could bother to make up a lie, he saw that the four children all had frightened expressions on their faces.

Then Liu Daping took the lead and turned around to run, he also pulled Ye Bing and Ye Kai, Jiang Nan saw the three partners running, and he also turned around and ran.

Li Yiming turned around and saw Li Jianguo with an embarrassed smile on his face, his right hand raised in front of him, and his five fingers were stretched into fists.

"Am I so fierce?" Li Jianguo frowned and said to himself.

"They might think you're going to hit someone. What are you doing here?"

Seeing his son's eyes focused on his hand, Li Jianguo smiled awkwardly: "Write too fast, your hand is a little sore!" ”

Li Yiming stroked his face and sighed, "I originally wanted to say that it was a toothache." ”

Li Jianguo shook his head very helplessly, presumably he is not a close person in the eyes of these children and nephews.

"Pay attention to rest when you write, I only copied a few pages, and I feel that my hand is a little sore,......" Li Jianguo sighed, looked back at those manuscripts, and didn't know how his son could write so much in one morning.

Li Yiming also moved his palm: "I'm fine." ”

"It's just right, I'll go to the next unit, and then go to the post office. Li Jianguo looked at his watch, it was almost time.