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People who are engaged in art, when they see good-looking people, they can't help but want people to be models for them.

Han Wu was deeply disturbed when she walked on campus, and I don't know how many senior brothers and sisters used this reason to talk to her.

In the dormitory, she has had a lot of experiences of being stolen by her roommates, of course, all in clothes.

But now they see Zeng Lexin, who is more suitable for being a model than Han Wu, grinding their fists and legs one by one, eager to try.

The bald old man said with a good heart: "Lord of the city, we only paint faces, not what you think!"

Chen Jingjing: "That's it, just the wonderful beauty of your face is enough for us to study for half a lifetime." ”

Yan Qing: "That's right!"

Han Wu: Oh my God, our school is the Royal Academy of Fine Arts, not the Royal Sycophant Academy!

Zeng Le was a little moved by what they said, "Okay, but there is one thing, I want to buy your paintings and collect them myself." ”

Thinking that his portrait was collected by someone unknown, and he didn't know what he was thinking, Zeng Lexin still felt a little guilty in his heart.

Shi Yasong and the others looked at each other a few times, and finally said, "Yes!"

Anyway, they enjoy the process of painting.

"Okay, go to bed now, and I'll have a chance to paint you again tomorrow!" Zeng Le ordered.

Early the next morning, it snowed again, but it was relatively small, and the terracotta warriors and horses had built sheds, which should not affect the progress of the work.

Han Wu got up early because he felt as if something was pressing him.

When I opened my eyes, it was Zeng Lexin's arm around her neck, and then looked down, her thighs were still holding her waist!

Oh my God, is this the sleeping position that a city lord should have? Hmph, frivolous~

Han Wu pushed her, "City Lord, Lord, wake up~"

Zeng Lexin hated others to get her up the most in her life, and when she heard this voice, she didn't care if it was her own home or not, she reached out and covered Han Wu's mouth, and hummed: "Don't make trouble, sleep for a while~"

This voice woke everyone up, looking at Zeng Lexin's ambiguous posture of holding Han Wu between his legs, everyone couldn't help but start to envy the boyfriend of the city lord, such a mature beauty, who could stop her from being clamped like this!

The answer is Zeng Lexin's ragdoll bear, she is holding Han Wu as her own bear.

Can't afford to provoke it, Han Wu didn't dare to provoke Zeng Lexin, she pushed Zeng Lexin away, lightly got off the kang by herself, and said to her roommate: "You go to sleep again, I'll go forage for you." ”

After going out, Han Wu saw Feng Han talking with Xuanyuan Chacha smilingly.

It's really rare, I've never seen Feng Han so kind to Chacha.

Walking over, Han Wu knew that Xuanyuan Chacha was leaving, no wonder.

"What's the hurry, not to mention the snow today. Han Wu said.

Because the relationship has been determined, Feng Han is also much more generous, "That's it, Brother Xuanyuan, play more, don't you also want to see the Terracotta Army." ”

Xuanyuan Chacha was very resolute and helpless: "No way, the writer's rich list has just been released, and the company hopes that I will cooperate with some signing activities, and I must rush to the capital today." ”

"Oh, the Writer's Rich List!" This plane does have this thing, Feng Han had referred to this list when he was looking for books before, but he didn't expect it to be released today.

"Where can I see it?" Feng Han asked.

"Oh, my editor sent it to me, I'll send it to you. Xuanyuan Chacha took the opportunity to ask for Feng Han's chirp.

"Hey, chirp forced to update. "Open the chirping Xuanyuan tea ceremony.

Usually when the version is updated,You can choose whether to update.,But this time it's weird.,It's a forced update.,There's only one option to update.,It seems like it's a big move.。

Feng Han knew that this was a major revision of the tweet, and it seemed that my mother's stock was going to rise sharply.

Xuanyuan Chacha didn't have time to study the new features of Chirp, so he directly sent a picture to Feng Han, and then drove away with a copy of the roasted wheat.

Han Wu leaned over curiously, "Look at who they are?"

"There should be...... Teacher Lekan. ”

Feng Han was still a little jealous, and he didn't want to talk to Huan Huan in front of Xiao Wu.

The main list of the richest writers in Daxia only lists domestic authors who have performed well in the global book market in the past year.

The first place is called Xunlu, this is a writer who has passed away, but the copyright law stipulates that within 60 years of the author's death, the copyright income belongs to the author's descendants, and he can still be on the list when the copyright protection period has not expired.

Feng Han and Han Wu are not surprised, they can often see the works of this great writer in their textbooks.

It's just that this income is really terrifying, there are 132 million!

You must know that this list only counts the royalties of publications, and does not include film and television adaptation authorization!

If the royalty share is 10%, the number of books sold by Xunlu Dawen last year would be as high as 1.32 billion!

Feng Han remembered that the previous year, the late writer's income was far from that much.

Later, when I looked at the following newsletter, I realized that last year was the 30th anniversary of Xun Lu's death, and events around the world to commemorate him drove up book sales, and many of his books were on the list of required reading for junior high school students, so new students were his target group.

In second place, the royalty income has dropped to 72 million, but this is a living person, and if a living person can reach this kind of data, he must be a writer who is very popular in China and has a certain reputation in the world.

Feng Han kept looking down, and he didn't see Su Bad's name for a long time.

"Oh, there is," Han Wu said happily, "Teacher Lekan is here, 8.5 million! 34th!"

Watching Han Wu point to a point, Feng Han noticed that above Zeng Lekan, there was a name called "Su Bad", with an income of 9.3 million, ranking 33rd!

"Hey, there's Cha Cha!" Han Wu said again.

Xuanyuan Tea was also on the list, 7.1 million, ranked 41st.

"That's a good kid too. Feng Han commented lightly, and looked down again.

Then I saw a name I had heard from Cheng Sigui's mouth, Professor Xiao Bohan of Guanghua, who was also a frequent visitor to the rich list of writers, ranking 49th with an income of 5.7 million.

In the end, Feng Han even saw Cai Diefei!

He ranked 97th on the list with an income of 2.6 million, and this list only included 100 in total, this is his first time on the list, and it should be the last time, after all, his new book has hit the street, and it will be difficult to regain glory.

There is also a book sales list in the back, not looking at the author's income, only talking about the sales of a single book, Feng Han didn't have time to read it, and he received a message from Lekan.

He told Feng Han: ""Hulu Brothers" will be on the shelves today, and there will definitely be a place for you on next year's rich list of writers, by the way, do you know the rich list of writers, which measures the wealth of writers, and it will be announced today, you must be very curious, right, do you want me to send you a copy." ”

Feng Han listened to Teacher Le Kan's performance, and said lightly: "34~"