According to the standard of 30 words per 1,000 words, the total manuscript handed over by Huo Yaowen before was 31,200 words, and the total manuscript fee was 930 yuan.

After handing over the first manuscript fee from the financial accountant, Li Daoguang said with a smile: "Our "Oriental Newspaper" is expected to be officially launched at the beginning of next month, so I hope Huo Sheng will write more manuscripts in the next few days." ”

After Huo Yaowen casually stuffed the envelope containing 1,000 Hong Kong dollars into his pocket, he nodded and said, "Editor-in-Chief Li, don't worry, I will write a little more manuscript when I go back, and I will definitely not delay the manuscript." ”

"Quality still has to be guaranteed. Li Daoguang is very satisfied with Huo Yaowen's writing attitude, and the current writers often delay their manuscripts, mainly because of quality problems, so he doesn't want Huo Yaowen to fool around at will because he wants to get more manuscript fees.

Huo Yaowen said with a smile on his face: "This is nature, "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" is my first book, no matter what, it will definitely be written perfectly, and it must be done not to change a word." ”

"I am relieved to have Huo Sheng's words, when I was in "Ta Kung Pao" in the past, there were often some writers who wrote indiscriminately and filled up the manuscripts, and in the end they were all rejected. Li Daoguang spoke very bluntly.

Huo Yaowen didn't comment on this, smiled and said: "Since that's the case, then I'll go back first, and according to the date agreed before, I will deliver the manuscript on time." ”

"When the newspaper was founded, many things needed to be handled by me personally, and Huo Shengshu couldn't send them far away. ”

"No, no, Editor-in-Chief Li, you're busy. ”

Thanking Li Daoguang, Huo Yaowen got out of "Oriental Newspaper" and walked straight towards the bus stop, as soon as he arrived at the bus stop, the bus back to Tsz Wan Estate came, and he put coins directly on the bus.

It's only three o'clock in the afternoon, and there are not many people in the bus, Huo Yaowen sat in the back row of seats, glanced at the seats in front of him, and then took out the envelope of the manuscript fee from his pocket.

I opened the fire port of the envelope and opened it to see that there were ten Hong Kong dollars with a face value of 100 yuan lying inside.

Just this 1,000 Hong Kong dollars is equivalent to two and a half months' salary of Huo Yaowen as a teacher at the University of Hong Kong, and what he paid was just more than 30,000 handwritten words.

Huo Yaowen couldn't help but feel that it was no wonder that later generations Ni Kuang called Jin Yong "the richest literati in China in the past 5,000 years!"

This "literati" is not the other "literati", and the richest literati referred to by Ni Frame are simply literati who make a living from words.

After all, the most famous corrupt official "He Shen" was also born in the literati, and the articles he wrote in his early years were deeply loved by the literati at that time.

According to the novels written by Mr. Jin Yong, after deducting the manuscript fees obtained in the early years, the IP value of this IP exceeds 10 billion just by publishing books, shooting movies, TV series, making games, anime, comics, etc.

That's all for this, not counting those writers abroad, Jin Yong is indeed a literati and ink artist who has become famous and made a fortune in China for 5,000 years.

...

Time was in a hurry, and by the time Huo Yaowen got home, it was already half an hour later.

Huo Tingting, a young sister who was still writing and painting in the house, suddenly heard the sound of the security door being opened, looked back, and saw Huo Yaowen walking in with the sweat stains on his forehead, and couldn't help but say curiously: "Brother, didn't you say that you won't come back for dinner at night?"

Huo Yaowen took off his shirt and said, "Well, I originally wanted to go to school, but after thinking about it, forget it, you will accompany me to the street to buy some bedding and bed sheets, and I will move to the school dormitory tomorrow morning." ”

"Oh. Huo Tingting answered, and continued to lower her head and draw something.

Huo Yaowen didn't care about his sister's thoughts, he took a change of clothes and a towel basin and went to the public toilet to take a bath, now this time is the best, those who went out to work have not come back, and most of the children who are at home during the holidays have gone out to play.

Ten minutes passed.

Huo Yaowen returned home refreshed, threw the dirty clothes into the basket, and put the basin and other objects back in the distance, only then did he notice that the little sister had been drawing something there since he came home, and the whole person's mood was also a little low, not at all like pestering herself before going out.

couldn't help but walk to the round stool at the table and sit down, looking at the petite face of the little sister, Huo Yaowen frowned and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Nothing. Huo Tingting pouted.

Huo Yaowen raised his eyebrows and said, "If you don't say anything else, I won't listen." ”

Huo Tingting finally couldn't hold back and said, "Brother, I can't even understand what you wrote." ”

"What can't you understand?"

Huo Tingting pointed to the letter that Huo Yaowen had written earlier on the table and said, "Just Brother, this "Sweet Honey" you wrote! ”

"Hehe......"

Hearing this, Huo Yaowen chuckled, the "Sweet Honey" he wrote is indeed not an orthodox romance essay, but it is the same way, it is a story about love between men and women, and it is much more lofty in concept than the kind of novel that simply writes love for love.

But when she talks to an eighteen-year-old sister, she may not be able to understand it, anyway, in her opinion, only Qiong Yao's kind of romance is a good romance, and as soon as she appears, she is a man and a woman who loves and lingers.

Huo Yaowen tapped the little sister's forehead, and said angrily: "You asked me to write it, and now I blame my brother for not writing well." ”

Huo Tingting rubbed her forehead and said aggrievedly: "I don't hope that Brother Brother's writing is good, he can win the first place and get the 5,000 reward?"

"I think you're just thinking about Qiong Yao and Yishu's signatures! ghost spirit, okay, don't worry, this is just the beginning, when I write the plot unfolds, you won't be able to cry when you want to." ”

Huo Tingting pouted: "I definitely can't cry, brother, what you wrote is not touching at all." ”

"Hehe, I can't cry what I said, it's your tears that have dried up!"

"Cut, I don't believe it!"

Facing the little sister with her head held high and a look of arrogance and disbelief.

Huo Yaowen's competitive temper came up, and he grinned and said: "Okay, this is what you said, if you cry a lot at that time, don't blame Brother for not reminding you." ”

After Huo Yaowen obtained the memory of the original owner, he knew that his younger sister Huo Tingting was a person who was particularly easy to cry, as long as there was a little bit of a tragic article or novel, it would arouse the emotion in her heart, break the fragile line of defense, and crying could be described as pear blossoms bringing rain.

"I'm sure I'm not going to cry!"

Seeing that Huo Tingting was so convinced that she wouldn't cry, Huo Yaowen didn't say anything, thinking that after the school dormitory was done tomorrow, she would finish writing this "Sweet Honey" before the start of the University of Hong Kong, and don't delay writing "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" later.

"When the time comes, it will be up to you to see if you cry, now accompany Brother to go out to buy some bedding, and today I will send the manuscript fee, and Brother will take you to the street in style. ”

Huo Yaowen slapped his pocket.

"You've got your money!"

Huo Tingting's eyes lit up, and she asked with joy on her face: "Brother, how much did you get for the manuscript?" ”

"You also underestimate me, thirty thousand words, a total of thirty thousand words, a thousand mosquitoes!"

"A thousand mosquitoes!" Huo Tingting opened her watery eyes and said with a face full of disbelief: "You won't lie to me, what can you write to get a thousand mosquitoes!"

Now the salary of most of the low-level personnel in Hong Kong is only about five or six hundred per month on average, and now Huo Yaowen said that he can get a thousand mosquitoes for only writing a manuscript of 30,000 words, how can this not surprise Huo Tingting.

Huo Yaowen said in a weird way: "Oh, don't believe it, then be a brother who lied to you, I don't know who said last time that he wanted to buy a new white dress, since no one said it, then I just have money left." ”

As soon as she heard the white dress, Huo Tingting's eyes lit up, she had long wanted to buy one, but the conditions at home have not been very good, she is also sensible and well-behaved, she never takes the initiative to ask for it, but occasionally she will say it in front of Huo Yaowen, and when she heard that Brother Ah wanted to buy it for herself, she hurriedly leaned over, showing a coquettish expression and said: "Don't Brother Ah, I believe in you, believe in you!"

"Let's go, I just happen to be buying a better suit. ”

This school will start in ten days, Huo Yaowen has never had a decent suit, even on weekdays, this is a teacher at the University of Hong Kong, and not having a suit or formal wear will always give people a feeling of immaturity.

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