Same-sex enemies, men generally don't like other men. Especially a jealous middle-aged man with a big belly, when he sees another young, golden and handsome man, and still grabs the territory with himself, the sense of hostility goes to the next level.

Every time Professor Xiong came to submit a manuscript, he couldn't pass it, and the young lady at the front desk was also indifferent to him. I came again this time, and I saw the young lady at the front desk treating a newcomer so warmly, and this newcomer was more handsome than him, richer than him (look at He Zilong's dress), and younger than him, how could I not laugh at him.

It's a pity that the slap in the face came too quickly, and he was handsome for only three seconds, and he ran away.

Writing a novel is not to say that whoever has a high degree of education will write the best. It is the most popular among readers, and it seems simple inside, but in fact, it contains a lot of various factors, so it makes no sense to talk about it.

In later generations, Chinese teachers went to the starting point Chinese network to write novels, and there were many people who couldn't even sign a contract.

This incident just now was just a small episode. In He Zilong's heart, he went in a blink of an eye, and when he heard Jin Lao say that he appreciated his novels, He Zilong's face immediately showed a smile. And the three brothers of the Li family who followed him also hurriedly congratulated: "Congratulations to Long Shao, congratulations to Long Shao!"

Subsequently, He Zilong followed behind Ling Yumo and took the elevator to the eighteenth floor to see Jin Lao.

In the elevator, Ling Yumo smiled at He Zilong and said, "Congratulations! Mr. Cha is very satisfied after reading all your novels under my recommendation, and this time you are going to become famous in one fell swoop." ”

He Zilong smiled: "Thank you Miss Ling so much, I don't know if there is time in the evening, I want to invite you to dinner." We've made an appointment to have dinner together!"

"Don't worry about it yet, wait until you get the manuscript fee, and then invite me to a good meal after the matter is completed." Huh!"

"Oh, okay, it's a word! Not only for dinner, but also for a big gift!" I was a little surprised, why did this front desk lady refuse the evening date, but He Zilong, who quickly reciprocated the kindness, made an appointment for another time.

"This is Mr. Cha's office, I'll go and report it first......" After arriving on the eighteenth floor, Ling Yumo took He Zilong to the outside of a room and said.

"Okay......" He Zilong replied.

Jin Yong said in an interview with "A Date with Luyu" that when others call him "Mr. Jin", he generally ignores him, and he likes others to call him "Mr. Cha". Because that's just his pen name, and his real name is Zha Liangyong.

Half a minute later!

"Mr. Cha, the author of the search for Qin Ji is here. Mr. He, please come in!" Ling Yumo never called Jin Lao as his uncle when he had outsiders, and he was also called Mr. Cha.

He Zilong was a little excited, after all, it was the first time he had seen an imaginary great writer with his own eyes.

I saw him look up and find that the Jin Lao in his eyes was younger than he imagined, but it was natural to think about it in a blink of an eye, and this time was not when he was in his nineties in the future. Don't you see those who are state cadres, in their 60s, still claim to be in the prime of life?

"Okay, good, good, it's really a hero from ancient times!" He Zilong was looking at Jin Yong, and Jin Yong was also looking at He Zilong, looking at each other for more than ten seconds. Jin Yong couldn't help but praise, because he really didn't expect that the author who could write such a good novel would be so young.

Looking at the face, he is about twenty years old at most, right? Not even twenty years old, (This is still He Zilong's long face, it looks a little older than his actual age, if others know for the first time, he is 17 years old, but he looks like he is about twenty years old, I am afraid that he will be more surprised.) ）

When he was young, Jin Yong smiled and said to He Zilong: "The young man is good, by the way, I have already read your "Xun Qin Ji", I feel very good, I can sign a contract, and I can want to get it to "Ming Pao" for serialization recently." But before I do that, I'm going to ask you, are you sure you're the original creator?"

It's normal to have this kind of suspicion, after all, he is too young, and in such a comparison, Jin Lao feels that he is not as good as He Zilong when he was young. I can only say that there are some demons!

If you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of what if, if you take out someone else's manuscript to impersonate the original author, it will not be good to have copyright and economic disputes in the future.

He Zilong had already guessed that there might be such a problem, nodded and replied, "Of course, I am the original talent." How dare I lie to Mr. Cha! I can continue to write some chapters here on the spot, and at the same time let Mr. Cha check my handwriting. ”

Jin Lao nodded in approval, and He Zilong sat down on the sofa, spread out the paper and pen, and sketched on the spot.

While He Zilong was creating, Jin Yong read his latest draft, then came over to compare the handwriting, and then nodded with satisfaction. Words are like people, a person's habits are naturally difficult to change, the so-called country is easy to change, and the nature is difficult to change.

In addition, the content of the later chapters is connected to the previous continuity, and if I try to ask the content of one of the previous chapters, He Zilong is simply reciting it backwards. If you want to say who came from the impostor, this kung fu can do this level, then the real author is probably difficult to say that it is his.

It is estimated that eight or nine are not far from ten!

Asked He Zilong's ID card again, Jin Lao's eyes lit up after reading it, and he exclaimed: "You, you are a ...... from the mainland."

"Yes, we all Chinese it...... aren't we" He Zilong smiled knowingly and asked rhetorically.

"It's natural, I'm not British, and I don't want to be stateless...... 97 is almost here!" Jin Lao replied with a sigh of agreement.

Historically, before Hong Kong's handover, Hong Kong people were subjects of the Kingdom of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, with parentheses "overseas". Hong Kong people themselves are commonly known as "British second-class citizens"!

In the early 90s, Liu Qingyun co-produced a movie "Stock Crazy" with the mainland, in the play, the heroine's lover was about to jump off the building because of too much loss in stock speculation, and the "cousin" from Hong Kong appeared to persuade him not to jump, and shouted: "You still have a wife if you lose, and your wife." I should be the one to choose, what do I have? I'm from Hong Kong, I don't even have a nationality!"

Hong Kong people have long wanted to return home, and they can't wait to be Chinese again.

Maybe it was because he was even more surprised to see the ID card in China, but Jin Lao didn't pay too much attention to He Zilong's age. He thought for a moment and said with a smile: "Okay, then next, let's talk about the issue of remuneration for novels." ”

"The remuneration of our "Ming Pao" has always been open to the public, and everyone like Gu Long and Ni Jing used to be only 200 yuan per thousand words, but now it is equivalent to about 1,000 yuan per thousand words. But Mr. He, you are still a newcomer, but considering the degree of review of your work, I can personally call the shots, and I can give you a thousand words of 300 yuan. ”

Hearing this offer, He Zilong did the math, that is, to write 10,000 words, and the income was about 3,000 yuan.

After all, even if Xun Qin Ji is written for a long time, when you have tens of millions of words, it will be over. That is, after writing it all, you can probably get about 300,000 yuan. If it was before He Zilong made a fortune, this would definitely be the first pot of gold. Moreover, it is enough to buy a house of more than 100 square meters in Shanghai now!

However, compared to He Zilong's hidden net worth of hundreds of millions, this money is not worth mentioning.

Of course, no matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are also meat, and in addition, the biggest advantage of writing novels is not money, but the ability to make a name for itself in the Hong Kong literary and film and television circles.

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