When Lin Miao returned home, she found that Lao Lin had also returned.

Lao Lin's face was full of the heroic red light of the landlord's uncle, leaning on the sofa, as if he could charter a yacht at any time, and then call twenty young models to go out on the waves for a week. Lin Miao casually asked Lao Lin if the journey to buy a house was smooth, Lao Lin nodded and said with a smile that fortunately, a 12-story office building plus 5 sets of 100 square + commercial houses, together with all kinds of messy expenses, a total of 15 million won. However, because Lin Miao does not have an ID card, the real estate certificate is all in Lao Lin's name. It took one day to buy a house, and it took three days to find an intermediary to rent out all these houses, and I collected all the rent for half a year at one time, and I returned 180,000 ......

Miao Ye, who had just lost 20 million outside, had already regarded 180,000 as dung, and waved his hand: "I've rewarded you." ”

After speaking, he walked a few steps towards the sixth floor, and then retreated and said, "Forget it, give it to me, you go to the bank downstairs immediately and transfer it to my account, I don't worry about putting too much money on me." ”

Lao Lin's red light faded instantly.

One moment he thought the whole world was his own, and this moment he felt so depressed.

The dignity of being a father is gone......

Lin Miao went upstairs, called Shuai Bo first, and told him the news that Dongou City was going to engage in "Humen Selling Tobacco" today, and asked him to find some acquaintances to help ask anyone who was willing to intervene. After explaining the cause and effect to Shuai Bo, he left Luo Wanzhou's secretary's phone number to Shuai Bo, and told him to make sure that he should hurry up.

Shuai Bo on the other end of the phone, Lin Miao, swore that he would absolutely complete the task assigned by Miao, and then Lin Miao hung up the phone and called Liu Huangshu, who was filming on the set. After another 10 minutes, the whole set knew the news. After another two hours, the news that the project of "Humen Selling Tobacco" was to be landed in Dongou City, and the Dongou Municipal Government took the lead in investing 100 million yuan and sincerely invited all film investment companies and film studios across the country to bring capital into the group, spread all over the film circle in Beijing.

For a while, a large number of people in the capital inquired about the way and details, and a small company was shameless, saying that it would invest a huge amount of 100,000 yuan to support domestic films, and then it was filmed off by a brother company at the dinner table that night.

The brothers spent a lot of money and boldly said that they would invest one million, and their patriotism can be seen by the sun and the moon. Some people take the lead, and some people naturally follow suit, and the investment amount on paper breaks 10 million in minutes.

When the producer of "Humen Sells Tobacco" learned about it, Director Xie, who had not even been saved by the crew, was confused, and then was inexplicably tied to the big ship in Dongou City, and then two days later, he signed a contract with Luo Wanzhou, who came on a business trip, at the Dongou City Beijing Office. On Friday, Dongou Daily and Dongou TV bombarded all citizens with the news.

The leaders of Oushan County did not know until this time that the county was about to usher in a super project, and they celebrated with their crowns, and they collectively drank so much that they couldn't find the north that night, and they said back and forth: "When will the 100 million be allocated?"

The filming funds of "Humen Selling Tobacco" have gathered in Beijing from all over the country, but the construction funds of Oushan Film and Television City have not been in place for a long time. Lin Miao was the one who owed the most, promising to take out 20 million, but Kari only had more than 14 million, and the manuscript fee and share for the third volume of "Seeking Immortals" would not arrive until at least mid-April, and it would take almost a month to wait.

Lin Miao, who was afraid that the money would not be in place, had to call Ding Shaoyi every night this week to ask how today's sales were, and I hated to use a knife to force Ding Shaoyi to really publish two volumes a month, and unilaterally broke the contract with Dongou Daily, but of course, I just thought about it, and the old Ding Ken agreed to it.

The news that Ding Shaoyi brought to Lin Miao is not bad or not, the sales of "Seeking Immortals" are stable and have not increased, and the market potential is basically over here, with a single volume of more than 5 million copies, and there are so many people in China who are willing to pay for ten yuan a month, there are so many in total, and they can't squeeze new users. "The Truth" sold a little painfully, whether it was the "shallow version" that Lin Miao felt had market potential, or the "didactic version" that he felt readers might not buy, all of them were coldly received by the market, and only sold more than 300,000 copies a week.

According to Ding Shaoyi's words, if another seven or eight hundred thousand copies can be sold, it will almost be able to return to the capital.

The debut novel sold more than 300,000 copies in a week, Miao Miao is great~

Then she paid Lin Miao a commission of 9 million for underwriting the three million copies of "The Truth" on the same day - taking 9 million in exchange for 40% of the full ten volumes of the second part of "Looking for Immortals", standing in the overall situation of the publishing house, Ding Shaoyi obviously made a profit, and directly filled Lin Miao with a sense of guilt for her, and laid a good foundation for the signing and negotiation of the third part.

However, Ding Shaoyi didn't know that Miao Ye was just verbally guilty.

Lin Miao woke up on Saturday morning, and there was only one thought in his mind, damn that he was so rich, he had actually forgotten the huge commission that the publishing house needed to pay him for underwriting the three million copies of "The Truth". Anyway, it's three dollars per book! Then, when I thought about it, I remembered that I seemed to be able to pay off my debts. 23 million on the card, 20 million to the city, and the remaining 3 million can still let Lao Lin make persistent efforts to buy a villa in Hangzhou and Nanhai.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Lin Miao carried a huge amount of savings, accompanied by a little nanny and a little security guard at home, and left the Mingyue Community. After crossing the road and coming to the breakfast shop not far from the original Xicheng Restaurant, Lin Miao ate breakfast while staring at the business hall of the Construction Bank opposite, thoughtfully. The little girl Qingqing and Brother Bin, who were following aside, saw that the boss was actually distracted during the meal, and almost thought that the boss was trapped by love, and which little sister in the kindergarten did she fall in love with, Huang Qingqing couldn't help asking: "Boss, who are you looking at?"

Lin Miao smiled evilly and asked wildly, "Do you guess that there is more money in my passbook now, or more money in the bank opposite?"

Huang Qingqing turned his head to look at Wang Bin and made eye contact: "I think the boss may be crazy, he actually has more money than the bank!"

Brother Bin's eyes were deeply approving: "Don't say it to stimulate him, he will deduct our salary!"

Lin Miao was blinded by money, and she didn't notice the strangeness of Brother Bin and Qingqing at all, and after breakfast, she came to school under the escort of the two, thinking that she would go to Luo Wanzhou to pay the money after school in the afternoon, and walked all the way into the teaching building, but was suddenly picked up from behind.

"Meow meow, I'm back!" Sha Yang shouted excitedly, narrowly dodging Lin Miao's backhand punch that was already accumulating.

Sha Yang hugged Lin Miao and turned around, put Lin Miao down, touched his head again and said, "You have a new hairstyle." ”

"Well, my girlfriend said she liked the way I looked when I killed someone. Lin Miao talked casually, she hadn't spoken English for more than a month, and her sense of language was still good. He looked up at Shayang and felt that he hadn't seen him for dozens of days, and this guy was half a point old.

Shayang was a little confused when he heard it.

Lin Miao got straight to the point and asked, "Has your uncle's publishing house gone out of business?"

When Sha Yang heard this, he hurriedly said a series of nos, and then said excitedly: "Miao Miao! My uncle likes your book very much, your book has already started to be distributed on our side, my uncle said that in order to show his sincerity, he is willing to pay you 5% of the profit commission, if you are willing to give him the second volume, he can pay you 10% of the commission! This is a lot of money!"

Lin Miao said: "Yes, I have earned more than 38 million yuan in the past two months, how much is the equivalent of Canadian dollars?"

Sha Yang was silent for a moment: "Are you kidding?"

Lin Miao said: "I never joke about money. ”

Sha Yang looked down at Lin Miao, and Lin Miao looked up at Sha Yang.

After a long silence, Lin Miao suddenly asked: "Lao Sha, how about you come to work for me?" I can give you a 1% commission on the English version of "Seeking Immortals", with a monthly salary of 15,000 yuan. ”

Sha Yang thought for a while, suddenly covered his chest and said, "Meow, I'm sorry, I need to calm down." I'm a little ...... I kind of don't know how to accept this reality, it's so exciting, I'll find a place to sleep first......"

Sha Yang leaned against the wall and walked towards his office.

Lin Miao sighed softly: "This old man doesn't seem to have a good life, and this money scares him to death." In the capitalist world, the level of development is nothing more than that......"

After despising developed countries, Lin Miao went upstairs.

When I walked into the classroom, the room was already full.

As soon as Lin Miao sat down, Chen Yu stood up and walked behind Lin Miao, bent down and kissed Lin Miao's head, and then muttered: "The hair has grown so long so quickly, and the taste is different......"

Lin Miao said: "Maybe it's because I didn't wash my hair last night." ”

Chen Yu patted Lin Miao for a moment, and then said with a smile: "There is a national English speech contest for junior high school students, and Teacher Fang asked if you want to go?" The District Education Bureau said that you can directly represent the city to participate in the provincial competition, and there are only 2 places in each city, and the provincial competition only takes half a day!"

"Oh?" Lin Miao's eyes lit up slightly, "Is it the season when everyone has to show their talents again?"

Chen Yu said: "It's March, everyone will graduate in June, of course, all competitions will come out." ”

As he was talking, Zhu Tongyun hurriedly walked in again, walked straight to Lin Miao, and also asked: "Miao Miao, do you compare with this year's National Junior High School Student Essay Competition? ”

Lin Miao exclaimed, "What's the situation?"

Zhu Tongyun explained: "The quota given by the province to go straight to the finals is guaranteed. ”

"I'm grass. Lin Miao showed a distressed performance, "Has my talent reached such a level that I can't hide it at all?"

A group of people on the side looked at Lin Miao with painful eyes.

Lin Miao didn't hesitate much, he took over the competition, until now in junior high school, he has not won any other honors except for winning the first prize in the city's discipline competition, and it is indeed necessary to brush up on his prestige. As for whether he could win the national first prize, he didn't think much about it, as if it was a matter of course to win the first place in the country.

It wasn't until Zhu Tongyun left that he suddenly realized that whenever he competed, there was bound to be a possibility of failure, and he couldn't help but be slightly nervous, and then hurriedly comforted himself not to worry, the participants were nothing more than a group of children in the third year of junior high school, no matter how high the level was, how high could it be? How come I, Lin Sanshui, have been eating mixed food in the secretarial position of the organ for many years, who is so afraid of whom?

The competition in all aspects made Lin Miao feel a little pressure.

But it's still not over.

After class in the morning, because the junior high school Chinese outside the school also had to go to school on Saturday afternoon, Lin Miao and the others had to stay in school to eat. During the lunch break after dinner, COSCO actually came to the school, told Lin Miao that there was a place in the national hard pen calligraphy competition, and asked Lin Miao for a word, and he brought the paper used in the competition and Lin Miao's most accustomed pen. Lin Miao wrote "The Burrow" to COSCO silently sixteen times, and wrote it until COSCO was satisfied, and finally could squint for a few minutes.