Feng Han and Lao Han sat face to face, and then Lao Han chanted, "If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight."

Feng Han was only stunned for a moment, but thinking about it, since he and Teacher Zu were classmates, it was not strange to know, "What, you didn't suspect that I copied it?"

"How can I doubt that you can write the Burrow," Han Shiqun smiled bitterly, "I just want to know, how did you come up with such a sentence, it's so amazing, is it a feeling?"

Of course not, when copying, it is neither Tanabata nor differentiation, it is purely the title that requires the title of "Tanabata", at this time there is a feeling, but the word has been written, what a coincidence!

How to say it, if you talk too much, will Uncle Han think about it too much, after all, Han Wu has just left this house.

So Feng Han crossed Erlang's legs, "If the two feelings are long, how can they be felt in the morning and twilight, and they have no intention of fighting for spring, and they are also jealous of the first group, how can I have so many different emotions to express, I am only 16 eh, it's just an emotional simulation, I saw that there were performance books on your bookshelf, and I flipped through them casually." ”

Sure enough, what did I say! Really turned over my bookshelf! The source of knowledge was found! At this time, Han Shiqun was even more convinced that his guess was correct, this kid is a genius in the sky!

So Han Shiqun confessed to Feng Han about sending "Queqiao Immortal" to the deputy editor-in-chief of "Story Zhai", "Although I didn't have your consent, this is indeed a very rare opportunity, and I will make the decision for you~"

Han Shiqun blinked, waiting for Feng Han's response, but Feng Han didn't take it too seriously, and blamed Han Shiqun for not saying how influential this matter was, so Feng Han just nodded, "Okay." ”

Han Shiqun breathed a sigh of relief, and deliberately didn't mention how much money he had, "Then you go back and get a card, and I'll ask Deputy Editor-in-Chief Zhang to pay the manuscript fee to your card." ”

Feng Han didn't want to expose the fact that he had already started making money, so he said, "Eh, that's only a few dollars, you let him call you directly, just as I will honor the second elder." ”

Han Shiqun was stunned for a moment, and sighed with emotion, "Xiaohan, uncle is really moved, you really regard money as dung, then I will accept these tens of thousands of yuan, and wait for you to marry a daughter-in-law in the future......"

"Wait!" Feng Han was dumbfounded, "How much do you say?!"

"More than 50,000, what's wrong?" Han Shiqun pretended to be stupid.

"No, it's only a few dozen words, why is there so much money?"

"Oh, that's right, among the tens of thousands of poems around the world, Deputy Editor-in-Chief Zhang recognized your Queqiao Immortal, and all the others were rejected, so he came up with a one-word remuneration plan, I calculated, a total of 56 words, so it was 56,000 yuan. ”

"Wait, the title doesn't count!"

"The name of the word brand, this shouldn't be counted, it has existed since ancient times, and it is not your original. ”

"There's also a subtitle, I have a date with the Weaver Girl!" Feng Han said shamelessly, one word is a thousand gold, and the title is naturally long!

Han Shiqun looked at his stepson speechlessly, "Xiaohan, you are naughty~"

Okay, 56 words is 56 words, for Feng Han, this is purely a pie in the sky, 50,006, excluding 10% of the tax, then there are 50,000!

"Uncle, this is my bank card, don't tell my mother?" Feng Han looked at Han Shiqun.

"You kid, you've been prepared, okay, this is the secret of our grandfather, don't let your mother know~" Han Shiqun lowered his voice, happy that the relationship between the two had made a major breakthrough, and also said his opinions on the handling of several other poems, "Those don't have so much money." ”

Feng Han said that there was no problem at all, he thought that the classic and beautiful poems in his library were of no other use except for the Chinese exam, but he didn't expect that there was a magazine called "Scholarly" that left room for these traditional and classical cultural treasures, although it was relatively niche, but at least there were still people playing, which was precious.

Sent Lao Han away, and the mother outside also ended the call, Feng Han hurriedly sat down at the computer desk and greeted Han Wu: "Hmph~"

Han Wu: Ha, why didn't you talk to me just now?

Feng Han: I was writing a new novel just now.

Han Wu: Oh, yes, it seems that I have a job again, write it and send it to me, I want to think about how to draw the picture!

Feng Han: It's good to like it, my dozen pieces don't have white flowers~

Han Wu: More than a dozen pieces-_-||

Feng Han: By the way, my mother forgot to ask for your bedroom number just now, she may send you something, you can use it.

Han Wu sent it to Feng Han, and at this time, a bald head floated behind her, and said with a smile, "Xiao Wu is a big beauty, how about chatting with your boyfriend?"

Han Wu turned around and glared at her roommate, "No, it's my brother!"

"How old is my brother, is he handsome?"

Han Wu smiled: "Don't think about it, he likes long hair~"

The bald girl immediately looked at Han Wu's long hair meaningfully, "Oh, it turns out that the little brother loves my sister~" died, and the bald girl ran away.

Han Wu, who had just been elected as the head of the dormitory, in order to maintain his leadership authority, immediately replied to Feng Han, "There is still something to do, wait a minute!" and then killed, "Shi Yasong, you stop me!

Feng Han waited for a while, but didn't wait for Han Wu's reply, but waited for a sum of money to come in, and received a text message on his mobile phone, showing that 50,000 and 400 yuan had been credited!

This speed is more refreshing than children's literature and art!

In Daxia, the tax standard for author's remuneration is higher than 10,000, 10% tax, less than 10,000 and higher than 2,000, 5%, and less than 2,000, no tax!

This is a new policy in recent years, which is very preferential treatment for literary and artistic workers, far below the standard of individual income tax, of course, on this basis, there are actually discounts to play, such as Su Minghe, Zeng Guangxian, these title owners, according to the taxes they pay every year, there will be an anti-refund policy, which is simply beautiful!

With such a huge sum of money in hand, I can't let my mother know that the only way Feng Han can think of spending is to spend it on Han Wu, and the purpose of asking her bedroom number just now is also for this purpose.

Feng Han has always felt that although the parting gift has a heart, it is too shabby, so he wants to give her something valuable, she went to college, and she is overwhelmed by what the second and third generations show their strong strength, and they can not find the north if they sit in the luxury car and hook their fingers at her.

If Han Shiqun knew Feng Han's thoughts, he would definitely say: This is obviously something I should be worried about! Boy, I have overstepped my authority!

Moreover, Han Wu is obviously not such a superficial person.

Royal Academy of Fine Arts, downstairs in the No. 3 girls' dormitory, Han Wu and Shi Yasong ran out, both of them were tired, sweating, and were about to go back, when suddenly, a cool sports car roared in front of the two, causing passers-by to stop and cast envious glances.

The handsome young man in the car looked at Han Wu, with a kind smile in his eyes, and before he could hook his fingers, Han Wu said to his bald roommate, "That, you go back first, I'll go out for a while~"