Although Lao Lin has also been a master and looked down on all the scumbags, in the final analysis, as a silver-level player who only has nine years of compulsory education in his bones, he really does not have the hardware foundation to compete with Lin Miao, an opponent who is at least the beginning of Xingyao. [!New Ideas Chinese Network Text Version !]

After graduating from junior high school, he went out to work, and Lao Lin, who had not learned for a long time, had never seen what a complete paper looked like, and the several big titles listed by Lin Miao on the draft of "Lao Lin Teaches You to Write Essays" were basically in a state of "Lao Tzu knows each of these words, but I don't know what it is talking about when I connect them", so as soon as Lin Miao's rhetorical question about how to graduate from graduate school, Lao Lin casually said a few more nonsense, and then changed the topic half-heartedly and timidly.

Lin Miao saw that Lao Lin was talking about sex, so she simply stopped what she was doing.

In his previous life, when he understood the truth of honoring Lao Lin, Lao Lin could no longer speak normally. Now it's rare to see a lively one, Lin Miao feels that in addition to not being able to take Lao Lin to participate in activities such as pornography, gambling and drugs, in other aspects, what can be satisfied is to try to satisfy him - of course, at present, Lao Lin, as a rich man who is far from getting rid of low-level interests, really wants to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, Lin Miao seems to be unable to stop him.

Alas, a headache......

Lin Miao looked at the future road with worry, and thought secretly in her heart that it was better to go to prison than to be paralyzed in bed and half dead. If Lao Lin really goes into the traitor department one day in the future, as long as he can't be shot, it's actually not bad to be able to retire inside. When he is a son, it is nothing more than to take more money to go up and down, and it is estimated that Lao Lin's quality of life in it is not much worse......

Lin Miao's thoughts were diverging towards the worst situation in thirty or forty years, Lao Lin put down the beer can, burped, sat down with a red face, and said to Lin Miao: "Do you know how much money Dad made last year?"

Lin Miao said quietly: "Then I earned ......"

Lao Lin directly filtered out Lin Miao's words, and said to himself: "Your Aunt Shaoyi, I called my dad a few days ago and gave us a 60% share, if your next book can sell well, sell one, we will get a dollar." ”

"60% is a dollar?" Lin Miao said a little curiously, "That's how this account is calculated?"

Lao Lin picked up another can of beer, opened it with a snort, took a sip, and explained to Lin Miao: "You see, if a book is priced at 10 yuan, if you remove the costs of printing, transportation, and marketing, you can probably leave a gross profit of three yuan." These three yuan will go to the hands of Dongou Daily Publishing House first, and people will take half of it first, when the labor cost of the group of people in Dongou Daily, anyway, it is the project bonus, so many people run for our family, so hard, it should be divided into the past, right?"

Lin Miao nodded.

Lao Lin raised his head and took a few sips, drained most of the cans of beer, and then said: "Take half of the three yuan, and the remaining piece of five is the net profit." 60%, we take nine cents. ”

"Oh......" Lao Lin suddenly realized, "Then if the price of a book is a little higher by a dollar or two, we can get a commission of one dollar?"

"That's right!" Lao Lin's eyebrows danced, "You said that if we can sell 10 million copies, how much can our family earn in a year?"

Lin Miao thought for a while, poured cold water and said: "If you really want to make so much money, it's good to have half of it fall into our pocket." If you make money, you always have to pay taxes, right? The manuscript fee tax is 11.2%, and this book really wants to sell 10 million copies, and I guarantee that you haven't even seen the money yourself, and the people from the national and local taxes will find you first. And you are so famous now, and now the news is spreading quickly, and when the time comes, those messy social organizations will come to your door, and people from the Charity Federation and the Red Cross will ask you for money, and you will give it or not? You say that if you don't give it, they can't do anything about you in Dongou City, but if you want to leave Dongou City? People can find a newspaper at will, and spreading rumors can kill you. But if you give it, you can't give it to that one, right? If you give 100,000 if you give it less, 10 will be 1 million. And yourself, the three-level writers' associations in the district, city, and province, you have all put your name on it, and you ask for money for the assistant managers, and you say that you are an honorary chairman and vice chairman of the writers' association, so you are embarrassed not to give it? And your calligraphers association, everyone is going to go abroad for a competition in the second half of the year, so let you sponsor something, do you give it? Even if you don't say any of this, you know better than me what virtues those relatives of our family have, right? Count 30 households, each household will give 20,000 or 30,000 yuan, and another million will go out......

Lin Miao pulled Lao Lin, and the more Lao Lin listened, the calmer he became, and scolded in his mouth: "Mara coin, what's wrong with people now?

"Everything is centered on economic development, and when you become a capitalist, you still talk about the morality of a fart. Just respond to the call of the country, the first rich will lead the latter to be rich, who will let us have the ability. Lin Miao sighed lightly, "I look at this matter, the smartest person is Aunt Shaoyi." The three yuan fell to Dongou Daily Publishing House, how much do you say Aunt Shaoyi can get, no one knows, right?"

Lao Lin nodded slightly and said nonsense: "It is estimated that I can get a lot of ......"

Lin Miao analyzed: "Their newspaper will take half of the bonus first, Aunt Shaoyi is the project leader and the leader of the newspaper, even if you take one-tenth of a piece of five, if we sell a book, she can get one and a half by herself." 10 million copies, she can get 1.5 million, and she may not have to pay taxes. ”

Lao Lin sighed: "It's still easy for her to do business." ”

"If it weren't for a leader like her, how could she treat me like her own son? In the final analysis, in addition to my handsome, chic, civil and military, and bright future, the key is that we can mention her to make money. Lin Miao peeled off the coat of reality bloodily and told Lao Lin who didn't actually understand what the nature of society was all about, "Aunt Shaoyi's behavior, to put it bluntly, is to take the country's resources and make profits for herself, but others still have no way to take her." Why?"

The old forest puppet asked, "Why?"

Lin Miao said: "Isn't this clear? Do you calculate how many people have taken money from such a project? Why are half of the people in Dongou City holding you now, not because as long as you are there, they can get the money? If anyone dares to poke Aunt Shaoyi out, he will be hit by a car on the road one day, and whoever dares to collect his body will be killed by him. So talking about people, it's that simple, as soon as real money is shot, all the heroes in the world are dogs. Now you know how important I am to this society, to Dongou City, to our family, right?

Lao Lin had been blinded by Lin Miao's words, and shook his head numbly.

Lin Miao kicked her nose again and asked, "I plan to have a child with Lily at the age of sixteen, what is your opinion?"

Lao Lin thought about it, slowly stood up, and silently pulled out the belt from his waist......