For Huang Pingfan, the operation with the old principal, everyone was dumbfounded.

Ordinary dozens of miles away, rushed from Liying Town to County No. 1 Middle School.

Originally, I was looking for Chen Yumin, a super talent.

However, at the beginning, Chen Yumin simply rejected Huang Pingfan.

was taken advantage of by a female Chen Yumin's squad leader and got the position of the head of a mortal radio station, which is equivalent to the manager level.

Then, a large group of passing senior high school seniors got the status of preparatory employees.

None of this is even the most outrageous.

Just when Huang Pingfan gave Chen Yumin another chance to choose, Chen Yumin had already agreed to join and become a position equivalent to a manager.

However, when Brother Min heard that he had to show up in the mortal realm every day, he actually began to hesitate again.

This hesitation, as a result, is the direction of the work he is about to engage in.

Even when it was still unknown whether he regretted it in the end and was unwilling to join, Huang Pingfan actually temporarily danced allergic brother and hooked up with the old principal.

When everyone saw Huang Pingfan standing up, he bent down and bowed, imploring the old principal to join the mortal realm.

I saw the old principal stand up again, and he was very excited to accept the work thrown out by Huang Pingfan.

Even, they heard the old principal excited, saying that he would start working now, and after retirement, he would carry out his work with great fanfare.

Still, it's his own work.

This sounds like decades, the work of the boss of a key middle school is not really his job at all.

What the hell is this?

The work of the mortal realm, actually, compared to the boss of the county No. 1 middle school, has more appetite for him?

It seems that the old principal is about to rejuvenate, his second spring?

Everyone present, their eyes were shining, and what was flashing in their eyes was the fire of raging gossip.

Want to find out, what kind of work Huang Pingfan gave to the old principal, and he can actually make the Haixian education circle, this Taishan Beidou figure, excited.

Just when everyone was thinking about what tricks to use to get the secret.

Huang Pingfan smiled and said to everyone: "Today, I have a very big good news to tell you. Just now, the mortal realm under our group company officially invited the old principal of the county No. 1 middle school to officially join.

The old principal, in the future, will be the editor-in-chief of my mortal world, the literature column, and will be responsible for all the editor-in-chief affairs of the mortal literature column.

At that time, the literature column of my mortal world will be launched, and a large number of literary competitions will be launched.

It's just that the literary competition in our mortal world will no longer adhere to the golden mean. No more talking about hello, hello, hello, everyone.

In the competition, the first prize will be the only one.

Good is good, bad is bad. Right is right, wrong is wrong.

All judging criteria will be decided by the jury formed by the old principal.

In our mortal literature column, the old headmaster is the absolute boss, everything is decided by him, and everything is decided by him. ”

Not long ago, the old principal felt that Huang Pingfan had given Lu Xuantian-like rights, which was very bad, very wrong, and very prone to problems.

However, at this moment, the old headmaster felt a strong sense of trust, and he was grateful.

Yes, don't use suspicious people, don't be suspicious!

This is the old principal's true feeling about Huang Pingfan's complete decentralization, and at this moment he can understand why Huang Pingfan is so indulgent to Lu Xuan, so decentralized, so reckless, so not afraid that Lu Xuan will mess up his real estate development company.

Yes, as a person at the helm of a project, if there is no absolute right, then how will his ambitions, his ambitions, his ambitions, his talents, be unleashed.

I can't let go of my hands and feet, and I'm so restrained all the time, getting in the way, and worrying.

How can you do this?

Today this bodhisattva wants you to do this, and you have to do it.

Tomorrow the Bodhisattva wants you to do that, and you have to do that.

When will it be your turn to show your ambitions?

The old headmaster is now, with tears streaming down his face.

Hard work, decades of revolutionary work.

However, the Bodhisattvas above are flying all over the sky, and they say that they are the bosses of the county No. 1 middle school.

However, in fact, how many things can be controlled by yourself?

The teacher was randomly inserted.

Insert yourself into the eyes and say a few words, and people will say that they are arrogant and self-appreciating.

I want to learn somewhere else, so I have a key class.

The original quota was the focus of a class of fifty people

class, the school intends to pass the assessment of fifty people.

However, before the operation has begun, people have already smashed the quota of more than 100 people directly.

You want to ask for it, and you don't want it.

Assessment, or not?

The test is also fake, and not taking the test is also fake.

The boss of one side, when he does not have absolute authority, to put it nicely, is a puppet.

To put it mildly, it is a wooden sign above the shrine.

What's even more annoying is that when I work, people meddle.

However, the results came out, and they were very bad, and he, the so-called boss, turned into a ready-made big black pot again.

Aggrieved!

Wronged!

Wronged!

But, so what?

You don't want to do it, people want to do it everywhere, and they're queuing!

Huang Pingfan did not stop the old principal from crying, let alone persuade the old principal to choke.

After he observed carefully, he found that it was another one, like he was being done by Xiao Mingrui's stupid fool, a blind commander.

In the end, it took a lot of time, but the blackboard reported that it was a particularly ugly bloody bridge.

Huang Pingfan smiled in his heart: Oh my mother! What kind of luck I must have been? It was not enough to get a Lu award, God actually sent a great talent directly to me like this, and became my subordinate.

Long.

Huang Pingfan slowly stepped forward, held the hand of the old principal, who was still trembling, and said, "Old principal, don't worry about it boldly in the future."

In the Mortal Literature column, above the one-third of an acre, you are the absolute authority.

You don't have to give anyone's face, including me. If, at any time, I make a mistake and want to interfere in your work, please remind me and wake me up. ”

"Thank you!" replied the old headmaster with a calm expression and a resolute expression.

After all, the old principal is a big bull from a famous school, and his literacy is very good. It was only a moment, and he had completely controlled his emotions.

Brother Min was stunned.

Unexpectedly, the old headmaster was proud to join the mortal world.

I am a freshman in high school, and I am still hypocritical here, which is really outrageous.

Under the oppression, persecution, and coercion of the surrounding environment, Brother Min finally let go of his last trace of reserve and calmly accepted the work that Huang Pingfan held in both hands.

"I'm also willing to take on the work of editor, writer, and poet, and I'm working in three directions at the same time.

I'll write it on Sundays, and then post it a little bit every day, so I'm going online every day.

I already have a lot of published poems, and I publish them in the mortal realm, which is kind of every week, and there are poems published.

On weekends, after I'm done, I'll review a certain amount of articles, which is considered to be the finishing of the editing work. Brother Min said.

Huang Pingfan smiled, but he couldn't see his teeth.

Brother Min went into the water, and it was very deep, very deep!

"Well, the original literature of the mortal world, there are regular releases. All you have to do is write it over the weekend, and then cut it into lots of smaller chapters to publish it on a regular basis.

If you write a lot, you cut it into two or three thousand words a chapter. If you write less, a thousand chapters and eight hundred, then it doesn't matter.

As long as you have an article online every day, people will feel that they are with you, and their hearts will be warm. Huang Pingfan said with a smile.

"Then I, do I need to get a brief or something?" asked Brother Min.

Huang Pingfan tempted: "Of course, everything that can be taken can be smashed out."

Let's not tell lies and empty words, but the cowhide must be blown.

We blow all the real material, and blow until everyone comes for you, so that your popularity will be very high.

If the popularity is high, then more people will read your article. Where do we have VIP, it is charged, and the more people who watch, the more money you can make. ”

"Hey, how much money can you receive?" said Brother Min disdainfully.

The VIP of the mortal world, almost everyone knows it.

However, the charges are so low that they are almost negligible.

Because, the VIP fee standard is 10,000 words per penny.

Huang Pingfan is completely copying the vertical and horizontal literature of his previous life.

But considering that in 1993 and 2018, the difference in cost performance was one or two hundred times.

If you copy this price-performance ratio, it simply doesn't need money.

Huang Pingfan thought about it again and again, and finally set a fee standard of 10,000 words and a penny.

Obviously it's already a very high price,

But everyone feels that it seems that they don't want money.

Almost all authors, when they see this charging standard, shake their heads.

If you really want to make some money, this 10,000 words is a penny, and it is estimated that you can't make a lot of money until you are old.

Therefore, almost all the writers in the mortal world have a spirit of selfless dedication, and they never thought that they would make money.

Huang Pingfan saw Brother Min's disdainful expression, and also saw everyone present who looked disapplieving.

He said with a smile: "At present, the fee is only for long pieces, so your poems can be released to earn fame and even attract a large number of popularity."

Also, if you put your poems in your own, it is not an infringement, and you can also make money by filling the word count!

If you write 10,000 words a day and only one person reads it, that's a penny.

However, if your popularity is high, there will be more people watching. If you have a hundred people, don't you earn a dollar a day?"

"Is a dollar? a lot?" Brother Min couldn't understand that a big boss with more than 8 billion cash in his hand would actually put a dollar in his eyes.

The others, with similar expressions, were very incomprehensible.

Huang Pingfan smiled and said, "What if 10,000 people watch it?"

"10,000 people, that's a hundred! It's not much!" Brother Min was a little moved.

Although, after accepting the job given by Huang Pingfan, one hundred yuan a day is almost insignificant to him.

However, a hundred dollars a day was still a very considerable amount for the ordinary class in 1993.

"What if there were 100 million people watching?" Huang Pingfan magnified.

"100 million?" Brother Min's eyes widened, his panting voice slowly became louder, and he kept muttering: "100 million, make 100 million a day?"

Brother Min began to be a little stunned, it seemed to be like in "Fan Jinzhongju", Fan Jin was general, demented.

All the people present also showed signs of being stunned.

Yes, it's terrible.

Unexpectedly, the almost negligible entry is actually a very profitable doorway.

In this doorway, if you are really a talented person, or rather, someone who can write an article that everyone likes.

That's simply ......

Seeing everyone's dementia, Huang Pingfan smiled, this is what he wants.

Huang Pingfan explained loudly.

Mortal, which is a website with no language barrier at all, is the only one in the world.

Could it be that after the popularity of the writer is so high that he can't even imagine a readership of 100 million? That's too petty!

Many of the videos he sent were free because he posted them himself.

However, the number of clicks, but many videos, alone has reached hundreds of millions of views.

In the future, computers will be cheaper, more and more people will have them, and there will be more and more viewers and readers.

text, just put it there. As long as a day has not been ripped off by the author, it is a way to make money.

"Ahh

At this time, everyone seemed to have discovered a golden and shining avenue, which was covered with gold and silver.

"I, I'm going to write, make a lot of money—" one of the seniors shouted.

"I, I'm going to write, make a lot of money-"

A large crowd chimed in.

At this time, even Kan Guibo wanted to shout "I, I want to write, make a lot of money-", yes, his mouth was trembling.

The old principal's face bloomed with a smile: "Hehe, my draft paper, revised and reissued, but there are a lot of gold and silver mountains......!"

Huang Pingfan laughed heartily when he saw the old principal's unreserved laughter, and he also smiled.

"The old man talks about juvenile madness, leading Huang on the left and Qingcang on the right. ”

Huang Pingfan recited aloud the poem by Su Shi that he carried over and later published in "Chinese Poetry".

"Brocade hat mink fur, a thousand horses roll Pingoka. Chen Yumin, the female squad leader, held it.

A few who are about to join, the senior sisters followed closely and said: "In order to repay the city, follow the Taishou, shoot the tiger in person, and watch Sun Lang." ”

The old principal shouted even louder: "The wine is still open, and the temples are slightly frosty, so what's the matter." ”

Brother Min was also touched, and he danced and shouted loudly: "In the clouds, when will Feng Tang be sent?"

At this time, Kan Guibo didn't plan to be reserved, he recited loudly: "I will hold the bow like a full moon, look northwest, and shoot the wolf!"