800 thousand words.

At the end of the meeting, Dong Xiaoyu was still a little relieved.

She's just a rookie editor and doesn't have a single big-name author under her command. In her hands, let alone 800 thousand words, there are not many authors who even have 80 thousand words. With some apprehension, Dong Xiaoyu came to the editor-in-chief's office again.

"Xiaoyu, what's the matter, is there anything else?"

"Editor-in-chief, I'm ...... In order to...... The problem of the manuscript fee came from the chat. ”

There was some spitting, Dong Xiaoyu said.

"What, is there a problem with the manuscript fee for Liaozhai?"

"No, editor-in-chief, the author of Liaozhai Fan Chen is just a rookie author, 800 words per thousand, isn't it too high."

Even now, Dong Xiaoyu still feels that the editor-in-chief is joking with himself, and even, testing himself.

It's just that Zhou Qing shook his head, "Is 800 words high for 1,000 words, maybe for ordinary writers, even if they can't get 800 for 1,000 words in their lifetime." However, for those gifted writers, 800 words may just be his starting point. The story of the Liao Zhai series is very good, I didn't read it seriously before, and I almost missed this classic work. Now that I think about it, let's talk about this work. The story is simple, but it's innovative. The story is simple, but memorable. The story is popular, but it is closely related to Chinese culture. For such a manuscript, 800 words per thousand words will only feel low, and it is not expensive at all. ”

"I see."

Hearing the editor-in-chief's evaluation, Dong Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief.

She was originally very optimistic about Liaozhai, but after all, she was just a rookie editor, that is, she had no qualifications and no experience, even if she thought that such a manuscript was good, she didn't dare to ask the editor-in-chief how much to raise the price. If it weren't for the editor-in-chief kindly reminding himself a few days ago, even if it was the price of 80 per thousand words, Dong Xiaoyu wouldn't dare to mention it. Now hearing the editor-in-chief's explanation, Dong Xiaoyu suddenly realized. Unexpectedly, these manuscripts, which she thought were very good before, could be so praised by the editor-in-chief.

"Then I see."

Suddenly, Dong Xiaoyu's eyes rolled, and he seemed to understand something.

"Got what?"

Zhou Qing looked at Dong Xiaoyu with a smile and asked.

"Understand ......"

Dong Xiaoyu was about to say, but he felt that it didn't seem good to say, so he shook his head again, "It's nothing." ”

"It's nothing, just say what comes to mind, I don't like to say half of the people who stay and half of them."

"Okay then."

Dong Xiaoyu was a little embarrassed, but still said, "Since the editor-in-chief speaks so highly of Liaozhai, doesn't it mean that the sales of our chats in the middle of the night have risen sharply recently, which has a lot to do with the chats written by Fanchen." ”

"Clever."

"It's not just related, it's all the result of chatting and fasting."

As he spoke, Zhou Qing piled up dozens of letters on the table, "You see, these are all letters sent by readers recently. Eighty percent of the readers came to talk about fasting. ”

"Wow, that's so much."

Seeing so many letters, Dong Xiaoyu was a little surprised.

"So, you should understand why I raised the price to Liaozhai. However, Xiaoyu, now we are talking in the middle of the night at a critical moment. Soon, Zhang Yun in the suspense world is about to launch his serialized works. Mortal, you have to be in close contact. By the way, in the next issue, that is, our 303rd issue of midnight talk, I am going to take Liao Zhai as the main hit, you see if Fan Chen can come up with 3 manuscripts of the Liao Zhai series. ”

It's just that after Zhou Qing finished speaking, Dong Xiaoyu was embarrassed.

"Editor-in-chief, I ......"

"What I'm me, I'm me, and I am spitting, and I have something to say."

"Actually, editor-in-chief, I haven't been able to contact Fan Chen, the author of Liaozhai, these days."

"Ah, you can't reach him?"

"Hmm. I sent him dozens of messages, and he didn't reply to me. ”

"Then you send him an email."

"I didn't reply to the email."

"Then call directly."

"The other party didn't leave me a phone, and besides, Fan Chen said he didn't have a phone."

"No phone."

Zhou Qing looked like he was going crazy.

"I just praised you, and in the blink of an eye, the chain fell off. I now command you, whatever method you use, to give me three days to contact mortal dust. Otherwise...... Forget it, that's it, you go and contact Fanchen. If you do, ask for his phone number anyway, or be able to contact him as soon as possible. ”

……

The editor who talked in the middle of the night, of course, couldn't contact Fanchen.

As Huang Yifan, who is the pen name of Fanchen, at that time, he was still coding words in Internet cafes.

At this time, let alone talking in the middle of the night, Huang Yifan didn't even pay attention to anyone.

It's just that the all-nighter of ten days and ten nights still damaged Huang Yifan's body after all, and when he returned to school, he collapsed.

When he opened his eyes again, Huang Yifan was already lying in the hospital.

And, in the hospital, one stay is a week.

In this week's time, Huang Yifan was not only moved, but also felt deep self-blame.

What is touching is that during Huang Yifan's waking up and subsequent recuperation, his mother and father did not mention any topic of where Huang Yifan went within ten days. What blames himself is that Huang Yifan knows that he has been hiding in the Internet café for ten days, and he doesn't know how many people's hearts have been broken. Especially for his parents, in the past ten days, his mother has even grown a few white hairs. and his father, who heard that he was missing, rushed back from thousands of miles away.

"Mom, why don't you ask, where have I been for the past ten days and ten nights?"

On the hospital bed, Huang Yifan asked his mother.

"I want to ask, but, I think, you've grown so big, you can't worry about you for the rest of your life. What to do and what not to do, I think, you should know. ”

"I'm sorry, Mom."

Almost instantly, Huang Yifan's tears fell.

In these ten days, Huang Yifan has not thought about his parents, nor has he never thought about going home.

It's just that he is afraid that after he goes home and calms down, all his previous impulses will disappear.

People, sometimes, force themselves out.

Huang Yifan had already pushed himself to the top at that time, and if he came down suddenly, it would be impossible to go up again.

In the end, Huang Yifan chose to go crazy to the end.

It's just that there is no such thing as both.

Huang Yifan's madness touched thousands of readers, but his madness also frightened his parents and school teachers.

"Actually, Mom, I haven't been anywhere in the past ten days, I haven't gone to play, and I don't hate classes. I just went to do what I thought was meaningful. But, Mom, don't worry. In the future, the son will never be like this again. Even if there is an important matter, I will take care of it properly. It won't worry you and your dad, and it won't worry your teacher. ”

Lowering his head, Huang Yifan apologized seriously and said.

"Since you can think so, stinky boy, I'm going to scold you right now."

"You little bastard, do you know that you have been in the past ten days, but you are so angry with your mother and me."

"Do you know how long I've been looking for you with your school teacher? Do you know, I even called the police. ”

"Do you have itchy skin, or do you have nerves? I didn't go to class well, but I actually learned to skip class. Skip class, forget it, you also ate leopard gall and skipped class directly in front of your class teacher. ”

"Are you a hero or a handsome?"

"Okay, my Li Shuhua gave birth to a good son, and I can't wait to throw you into the trash every minute now."

"What's the use of your son, your father and I are thinking about whether to have another one, anyway, now the second child is also open."

Huang Yifan was a little dumbfounded, and suddenly, his mother Li Shuhua scolded him with a hooded face.

If it weren't for Huang Yifan's sake, maybe Huang Yifan would have been beaten up.

"Mom, Mom, stop, didn't you say you wouldn't scold me just now?"

"Don't scold you big-headed ghost, who says don't scold."

"Didn't you say just now that I was sensible, just know how to do it."

"That's because the old lady is afraid that your little bastard is not normal, and she is afraid that she will scold you and become more muddy."

"Ah, Mom, I've never found you so wise."

Huang Yifan burst into tears.

It turned out that my mother was looking to see if he had a nervous problem, so she didn't say anything.

Until, when it was confirmed that Huang Yifan was normal, the anger accumulated in the past ten days and ten nights broke out.

However, at this moment, Huang Yifan's heart is as if he has eaten honey, extremely comfortable.

No matter how happy his mother scolded, Huang Yifan was not angry at all.

In this world, the only one who can scold himself like this is his mother. ============PS: Recommend a small number of Hong Kong entertainment works at the starting point, and there are some favorite ones. [bookid=3678208,bookname="Crossing the Entertainment of Xiangjiang"]