Chapter Eighty-Three: This Is Not **

146332.86 yuan!

Seeing this string of numbers, Zhao Qian was really almost fainting with happiness.

The background of the voyage shows that although it has not been paid, it is really the income of the manuscript fee of the previous month, and there is no data error.

140,000 is really a huge amount of money, for him as an ordinary sophomore. I took more than 8,000 last month, and I think it's already very cheating, but now I compare it, and it can really only be regarded as a fraction!

But this money will not be released until the 12th, and there are still 10 days, which is really tormenting. Fortunately, he doesn't need to pay back any credit card Huabei white slips or the like, so it's okay to slow down.

Thinking that in the next two or three months, the manuscript fee will be more than 100,000 or 200,000 yuan per month, Zhao Qian is simply refreshed.

In fact, sometimes Zhao Qian doesn't understand, why some protagonists are willing to be a salted fish after making millions of dollars after becoming a copyist, changing every day, or even updating it once a few days, completely losing their dreams.

What can millions do in today's society?

The average house price in the center of the southern capital of the provincial capital is 28,000, not to mention Pengcheng, as for Yanjing, it is the center of the universe level. Not to mention anything else, in a few communities at the entrance of the school, it was 8,000 when I first entered the university, and now it is 13,000. Housing prices are going up every day, prices are going up every day, but people's wages are not rising.

Every time it is said that housing prices are going to fall, some policies will be introduced to protect housing prices, and if this continues, fewer and fewer people can afford to buy a house, and the burden on young people will become heavier and heavier.

There is no doubt that Zhao Qian is a layman, he used to think about whether he could contribute a little more positive energy to this society, but later found that he was too naΓ―ve, so let's think about how to live in the future.

What he wants now is an ordinary three meals a day, four dishes and one soup, and the luxury of having a car and a house.

In today's society, only when you have a car and a house can you be considered successful, and your sister will look at you squarely.

I'm definitely going to get married in the future, I'm only 20, of course, the sooner the better, I can't wait until I'm thirty or forty years old to go back to college to find a little girl in my 18 or 20, right?

Everyone wants to be a salted fish, because salted fish is comfortable, you don't have to think too much, you can eat three meals a day without being hungry, but what about later?

What if I have tenosynovitis, frozen shoulder, spondylosis, waist and leg pain that day, and I can't write?

What can millions of soft girl coins do?

Therefore, his goal is to at least become the supreme god of online literature, not only relying on subscription income, but also peddling various copyrights, and copyright is the future development direction!

For example, a certain supreme god, faintly a game copyright, sold 100 million, this is his future goal!

Although the start is a little lower now, it doesn't matter, there are strong updates, as long as you continue to maintain it, word of mouth is no longer a problem, and fame is not a problem. When the fame comes up, the subscription results come up, and the readers and fans are more and more, and he will become a veritable god.

That's right, he just wants to use the update to grind out his own way in this vast and complex field!

After all, time is running out, and you have to become famous as soon as possible!

……

System prompt: Qingsong, the editor of Sailing, invites you to join the group of high-quality authors of Sailing

A group of high-quality authors?

Zhao Qian was slightly stunned, it turns out that in addition to the contracted author group, there is also a group of high-quality authors, so there is also a group of ten thousand gods?

So he asked: "Big guy Qingsong, is there still a group of 10,000 authors?"

Qing Song replied: "Yes, but you don't have that condition yet, let's wait for a while." ”

Seeing the reply, Zhao Qian perked up, and he had another small goal.

It is normal for people to go to higher places and water to lower places.

Ordinary author groups, and even budding author groups, although sometimes it's cool, but when you reach a certain realm, you will find that you don't have much common language with them, and even only become the object of use by others.

Zhao Qian, a cousin with a slight achievement, once told him: When you haven't succeeded, you should try to get closer to the circle of those successful people, instead of trying to pull those who are not as good as you, because you don't have enough capital to pull others.

Although it is a very realistic and uncomfortable sentence, Zhao Qian feels that there is still a certain amount of truth, he can't help others so much, he still wants to help his own affairs.

He agreed and joined the group of high-quality authors.

"Welcome newcomers!"

"Welcome to the half-paper love letter boss!"

"Welcome, welcome!"

Zhao Qian replied with a smile: "Hello gods, newcomers report, please cover!"

It seems that which group is almost the same.,If you let those readers know,Their authors not only didn't work hard to update the code.,Instead, they chatted and farted leisurely in the group.,I don't know if I'll come directly to the door to urge a real person.。

"Welcome to the love letter boss, don't you want a red envelope?"

"Yes, yes, red envelopes, red envelopes, the tradition in the group, newcomers come in to give red envelopes. ”

Naturally, the group is full of high-quality authors, at least there are authors who have had high-quality works, several guys are shouting for red envelopes, and more and more people are joining the ranks.

"How much?" Zhao Qian was embarrassed and hurriedly asked.

Someone replied, "100, no more, no less." ”

Everyone says 100.

"Okay. ”

Zhao Qian thought that he had just come in, and the group was full of boutique bosses, and it was impossible to pit himself because of this hundred yuan, since everyone said that it was a tradition, then send one. It just so happened that my manuscript fee came out today, although I haven't received it yet, but I feel happy when I look at it, so I don't bother with this hundred yuan.

Red envelopes are definitely going to be sent, but they can't be so cheap.

So, he sent a password red envelope: ""God-level Loser" begs the bigwigs to ask for all the alliance leaders!"

A group of high-quality authors and great god authors are about to vomit blood, advertising to hit the boutique group, can you be a little more awesome? Which one in the group is not a boutique, but I haven't seen others so blatant!

But complaining is complaining, the red envelope still has to be grabbed, if you don't grab it, you won't grab it!

Looking at the swiping screen of ""God-level Losers" begging the bigwigs to all order the alliance leader!", Zhao Qian didn't mention how cool it was, hehe, just treat it as advertising money.

After the gods finished grabbing it, when they saw the amount of the red envelope, they almost vomited blood.

", 99 yuan, 9 cents, 9 cents, big guy, you don't even want to send a penny?!"

"9999,6 turned over ......"

"It's simply, can you keep this penny to buy QQ stars?"

Zhao Qian didn't feel embarrassed, the effect he wanted had been achieved, and many familiar authors suddenly appeared in the group of boutique authors who were not very lively, among which there were some veteran gods.

Watching everyone chat, he occasionally interjected a sentence or two, but he didn't say much, after all, he was new to the city, so it was better not to be too eye-catching, and he could observe quietly for a while.

Of course, there are a few guys who are also more lively in the signing group, and they can chat well, so Zhao Qian doesn't feel embarrassed.

Suddenly, an author with the ID name "Man Thirty-One Flowers" chatted with him privately: "The love letter boss has opened a new book?"

Zhao Qian couldn't figure out what he meant, so he replied politely: "Well, just opened, but the update is not fast, let's let it go first." Also, don't shout boss, there are a lot of subscribers in the group who are better than me, you are deliberately snubbing me. ”

The man has thirty-one flowers: "There is still room for the 20th chapter of the daily update, I really envy you crazy people with hand speed." ”

Zhao Qian just smiled at this, in fact, only he knew that his hand speed was not fast, but all the content was imprinted in his mind, and he didn't need to think about the plot or deal with the sentences at all, and he wrote it naturally, so he could do it in 20 chapters a day.

The other party said, "Coincidentally, I have just opened a new book." ”

"Oh, which one?" Zhao Qian asked, wondering what he meant.

The other party sent a link.

Zhao Qian opened it and saw that he was quite familiar with the author's name, and after reading his works, the last book was indeed a high-quality book, and it was still an urban book.

It's just the other party's "I eat pig's head meat" author's name-

It's not a**!