Guo Siming smiled bitterly: "I'm okay, after all, I am usually diligent, although I am very hard-working, I still have saved a little bit of money, and I have also made a name for myself in the literary and art circles." Han Dashao was much more miserable, he was originally a high-minded and arrogant master, who regarded himself very highly, where could he stand these pickled angers? Not only was he usually too lazy to write, but even the prescribed tasks could be delayed, and there was also a period of time when he was clamoring to wash his hands and quit the rivers and lakes. I'm going to end my contract this year, and I'm almost out of the house!"

Jiang Shuiyuan said in a suffrage: "Isn't the copyright of the works published over the years in your own hands? After the contract is terminated, don't you have everything if you find a publishing house to publish a selection?"

Guo Siming laughed heartily: "Do you think the magazine society can't consider this? According to the contract, as long as the work published in the magazine is in your own hands, the ownership is right, but the right to use it is all in the magazine, and if you want to publish your own collection, there is no door! I guess Brother Jiang, you haven't seen the formal contract of their magazine yet, right? Densely packed with more than a dozen pages, all kinds of terms are comprehensive, as long as you sign the contract, just wait for them to honestly code words as a writer! Anyway, you won't die of hunger, but don't want to make a lot of money, a little careful, you can receive a lawyer's letter and receive a soft hand!"

"So fierce?" Jiang Shuiyuan couldn't help but rejoice in his calmness at that time.

Guo Siming took a sip of water and put on a more comfortable posture on the sofa: "The number of legal departments of "Cultivation" magazine is second only to the editorial department, and their daily business is to ponder various contracts and send lawyers' letters non-stop. Do you think it is fierce or not? Anyway, we are now liberated, and we have nothing to do, so we only advise Brother Jiang not to follow in our footsteps and repeat the mistakes of the past!"

Jiang Shuiyuan lazily threw himself on the bed: "I thought I could earn some pocket money, but I didn't expect it to be a fire pit, it seems that I should honestly go back and be a diligent and studious student!"

"Want to earn pocket money?" Guo Siming instantly "sat up in shock in his dying illness". sat up straight on the sofa, "It's easy for my brother to make pocket money, Guo is preparing to start a magazine recently, and the name is ready, it's called "The Youngest", which is positioned as original literature for teenagers. I'm now asking for drafts everywhere. If my brother can give you a manuscript without hesitation, Guo guarantees that the remuneration for the manuscript will be favorable! Doesn't the "Cultivation" magazine offer you a price of 800 or 1,000 yuan for 1,000 words? Our magazine has just started, and we can't give it that high, but there is no problem with 500 yuan for 1,000 words, and there are no conditions attached!

"Is there really any strings attached?"

"Of course!" Guo Siming replied categorically, "No, there is an additional condition, that is, our "The Most Youthful" will be printed in color. We hope that you will attach a few more photos with the campus as the background when you send your manuscript, and publish them together with the text. You can rest assured that our magazine will pay a fee for using your photos! Another suggestion is that it is better not to submit more than one manuscript. Even if you want to publish a personal anthology, it is best to publish it in a magazine more than one year before it is published, so as not to affect the sales of our magazine and your anthology. - Of course, this is just advice. ”

Frankly. Guo Siming's two conditions were not too harsh, compared to Fang Quan's rambling bunch of terms. It's not even a condition. Jiang Shuiyuan felt a little unsure: "Why does Guo Dashao attach so much importance to it? It seems that before this, you should not have seen what I wrote!"

"The reason why Guo values Brother Jiang so much is very simple, because the president of "Cultivation" magazine and the editor-in-chief Fang are also optimistic about you!" Guo Siming looked playful, "Although I hate the exploitation of the previous "Cultivation" magazine, I have to admit that they do have a unique vision in discovering talents. In the last ten or twenty years. They can always accurately select the most worthy of cultivating juvenile literary geniuses from a large number of new concept essay contest submissions, and then buy out their creations for about ten years at a seemingly very high price, but in fact a very low price, so as to achieve the glory of "Cultivation" magazine today. And I, on the other hand, are just opportunistic. It's just a borrowing from their eyes!"

"No wonder Guo Dashao is so powerful, it turns out that he is standing on the shoulders of giants!" Jiang Shuiyuan felt a little inappropriate after speaking, in front of the pocket Guo Siming, isn't it equivalent to scolding the bald donkey in front of the monk?

Guo Siming didn't hear it: "How about a handsome guy, can you write for our magazine?"

"Can you calm me down and think about it? Today things are piled up one after another, and now my head is all messed up. Jiang Shuiyuan met the design of Xie Bishou of Mingsheng Entertainment and Fang Quan of "Cultivation" magazine, every time the bait was exciting, but the sinister behind it every time was shocking, again and again, again and again, I felt that I was about to get persecution paranoia, how could I dare to casually agree to other people's invitations?

Guo Siming didn't feel embarrassed at all, took out a delicate business card from his briefcase and handed it to Jiang Shuiyuan: "This is my personal business card, if you think about it, you can call me directly, or you can send the manuscript directly to my e-mail, as long as you indicate your honorific name." - Oh, there is no need to specify it, as long as you see the photo you enclose with the text, you will immediately know who you are, because your appearance and temperament are unforgettable. ”

Guo Siming was very crisp, and immediately left after expressing his intentions clearly, without the slightest drag.

After he left, Jiang Shuiyuan became even more irritable, tossing and turning on the bed several times, and his heart was almost entangled in the 18th Street Marijuana Flower: Should I write a manuscript for them? If I want to write a manuscript, should I choose "Cultivation" with a high price and high risk, or "The Most Youthful" with a slightly lower price and seemingly non-toxic and pollution-free "The Youthful"? If I don't write it, will I miss a good opportunity to earn pocket money?

In the end, Jiang Shuiyuan decided to put this matter aside for the time being, anyway, it didn't matter whether he wrote the manuscript or not. Besides, if I don't write a manuscript myself, I should be anxious about Wu Qifei and Fang Quan, so why should I worry about them? With this trouble, it is better to read a few more pages of "Complex Analysis: Visualization Methods" to save myself from facing Ge Juntian's stinky face.

And so it is. When Jiang Shuiyuan is not in a hurry, it should be Wu Qifei and Fang Quan who are in a hurry.

Jiang Shuiyuan was in a good mood after letting go of this matter, and asked Yue Wenjing and Cao Duan to shuttle around the streets and alleys of Shanghai. Wu Qifei and Fang Quan waited for the fish to be baited in the magazine: children, 600 yuan per thousand words is the conscience price in the industry, and becoming the exclusive writer of "Cultivation" magazine is also a very tall and face-saving thing, how about it, do you want to go to see the goldfish with your uncle, no, do you want to make a lot of money with your uncle?

On the morning of June 19, they were full of confidence and pride.

On the afternoon of June 19th, we played chess and tea, chatted about the world, and won the game.

On the morning of June 20, it felt like the dawn had appeared in the eastern sky, and victory could appear at any time.

On the afternoon of June 20, the thorn was on the back, like sitting on pins and needles. After staying up until three or four o'clock in the afternoon, they could no longer hold back: Could it be that the cooked duck had flown off? Fang Quan hurriedly called his mobile phone to make contact, but he did not expect the mobile phone to be turned off; when he called the hotel room, no one answered.

Fang Quan, who was panicked, hurriedly took a car to the hotel where Jiang Shuiyuan was staying, knocked on the door for a long time, only to find that there was no one in the room. I went to the front desk again and asked the waiter, but I didn't expect the waiter to be quite impressed by the handsome young man: "Oh——, you said that handsome young man! He asked me this morning how to get to the City God's Temple and Yu Garden, probably he went out to play! When will he come back? That maybe! I didn't come back until seven or eight o'clock last night, so it should be about that time today, right?"

Jiang Shuiyuan went around the City God Temple and Yu Garden for a day, bought a small gift for his parents, grandparents, Liu Chenyu, Cai Xiaojia, Wu Zichen and others, and had dinner in the Green Wave Corridor before slowly returning to the hotel. As a result, as soon as he entered the hotel, he saw Fang Quan stopped in front of him with a black face, and reprimanded him in a fierce voice: "Where have you gone to play? Why is the mobile phone still turned off?"

Jiang Shuiyuan understood the irritability of finding someone and not being able to get through on the phone, so he explained carelessly: "It's the first time I've come to Shanghai, so I took advantage of my free time to go to the City God Temple to have a round. Because I used my mobile phone to navigate on the road, the battery ran out in the afternoon, not intentionally turned off. What, you're looking for something with me?"

Fang Quan had been waiting from the afternoon until now, and he hadn't eaten a bite of food, and his heart was even more anxious. Hearing Jiang Shuiyuan's explanation, he couldn't help but become even more angry, and he lectured him with a face: "You are here to participate in the competition, not to enjoy the mountains and rivers! What are you running around all day long? Could it be that your parents let you come to Shanghai to let you have fun everywhere?"

Inexplicably, Jiang Shuiyuan suffered from Fang Quan's nameless karmic fire, and Jiang Shuiyuan suddenly lost his temper: "I'm sorry Editor-in-Chief Fang, if I'm not mistaken, there should be no restriction on the whereabouts of candidates in the rules of the New Concept Essay Contest, right? We are here to take the exam, not to go to prison, when and where do I go to play what does it matter to you? I am neither an employee of your company, nor an exclusive writer of your company, where can I go to report to you? You can't help but be too lenient, right?" Please get out of the way if you have something to say, I'm going back to wash up and rest......!"