Chapter 10 Remuneration

The two of them finally calmed down, Skullcap Yue was no longer worried about this big pie that suddenly fell from the sky, and the whole person seemed to exude a kind of noble lady's temperament at that moment, just in a flash. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The only trace that can be seen is that there is a touch of happiness on the face that used to be worried about livelihood at all times, and I don't know if it is because he has walked out of poverty since then, or because his precious son has a career, or both.

As for the specific reason why his mother seems to be much younger, Ye Luo will not ask stupidly, and the best result in exchange is just a gentle slap.

There is no need and no need to get to the bottom of some things, as long as my mother is happy, that is my biggest gain, Ye Luo thought silently in his heart.

I remember that this was a scene that I rarely saw, and my mother was like a powerful machine almost all her life, working day and night to run for life. Now that he can make his mother happy, Ye Luo's heart is sweet and sour, but he is a little lucky, glad that this moment is not too late.

"Xiao Luo, what do you want to eat at night? Mom will make it for you!"

Skullcap put on her shoes, rolled up her sleeves, and turned back to Ye Luo and said, "I can make whatever you want to eat."

"Huh?"

Ye Luo looked at the wall clock on the wall, okay, the two of them didn't eat at noon, as if they had to count the money over and over again, and none of them remembered that they still had a temple of five internal organs waiting for them to pay tribute, and they didn't hear Ah Huang's pitiful moaning and groaning in hunger. It seems that the power of money is infinite and should not be underestimated.

(Ah Huang: The king of Hades is not bad for hungry ghosts, can you not ignore me, the bodyguard, can you not ignore it, don't ignore it, see... ）

"Mom, let's eat pancakes!"

Ye Luo gave his own advice, in fact, he was not really hungry for such a meal, because although he didn't eat all the delicacies of the mountains and seas in his dream, this general pasta couldn't hook the roundworms in Ye Luo's stomach.

The reason for this advice is that I live in an era in which no one would have the luxury of making such a meal of pasta if it wasn't for a festival or a visit to relatives.

Ye Luo knew that his mother had a lot of fine grains all year round, not because she didn't want to, but because she couldn't afford it, how could she not take advantage of it to improve her life now that she had such conditions.

"Hey, forget about it!"

Lying down with his head in his hands, Ye Luo saw the piece of paper that had been ignored in the envelope just now.

"Hey, did you have one just now?"

Ye Luo thought for a moment.

(Letter: You naked/naked/naked money fan, you have ignored me naked/naked.

Open the stationery and take a closer look:

"Ye Luo:

Hello, I will reply to you again, your book "Zhu Xian" has been serialized smoothly in my newspaper, attracting a large number of book lovers, and has made a certain contribution to the increase in the circulation of our newspaper.

The letter gave a detailed explanation of the 40,200 yuan Ye Luo received, and Ye Luo didn't care about his remuneration.

It turns out that the current Ming Pao's manuscript fee ranges from 15 to 600 per thousand words, and for Ye Luo's newcomer, because it is the first time, the remuneration given is just over the minimum line, and the remuneration given is 200 yuan per thousand words, of course, the money here is Hong Kong dollars.

The total number of words in Ye Luo's first to fourth volumes is about 380,000, and the exchange rate of the Hong Kong dollar against the renminbi is 100 to 65, so Ye Luo's remuneration is more than 49,400, but this is before tax, because Ye Luo is not in Xiangjiang, so the editorial department of Ming Pao helped him pay the personal income tax, and the remaining 4,200 yuan in the end is his final income.

However, there is good news that because of the best-selling of "Zhu Xian", the editorial department finally decided to increase Ye Luo's remuneration to the medium, that is, three hundred and fifty yuan, of course, this is only his later part of the treatment, not counting the front.

For this, Ye Luo is very happy, it's rare, the money will get more and more, and after calculating the remuneration of nearly one million words, after thinking about it, what a lot of money?

Another important point in the letter is to urge Ye Luo's manuscript, after all, if it is broken, it will cause reputational impact, whether it is Ming Pao or Ye Luo.

However, I believe that this kind of thing will not happen, because Ye Luo is almost already in the end of cleaning.

It's just that there is no mail in his hand, he can't have the heart to hurt people, he can't have the heart to defend people, and he has to keep a hand at all times, this is the lesson Ye Luo got in his dream.

Especially now that I am counting on the book to turn over, I have to be more cautious. I trust a big group like Ming Pao, but who knows if it will go wrong halfway.

Ye Luo is still a little frightened about sending money by letter, if someone intercepts such a large sum of money halfway, he can't find a place to cry. Thank you for this era, thank you for the simplicity and ethics of the people in this era.

"After reading "Zhu Xian", I feel that the creativity is novel, and I am willing to make persistent efforts!"

At the end, there was a big surprise, and at the end of the letter, there was a sentence that was written smoothly and powerfully.

Jin Daxia! I can't imagine that I can leave a word of encouragement for myself.

This is more than more than 40,000 yuan is worth making Ye Luo fascinated, how rare, how many people are coveting it, can't ask for it, tossing and turning.

If you have time, you must cut it out and frame it on the wall. I just don't know if Jin Daxia will use the chaquan he practiced on his body when he learns that his work is plagiarized. But there was no time to think about it now, Ye Luo was still dancing, and he was already happy to ignore everything.

Ye Luo was not surprised that Jin Daxia only praised the creativity of "Zhu Xian", but did not involve the plot and writing, after all, he was not surprised by an author who could write a total of twelve classics that could write "Flying Snow Shoots White Deer in the Sky, and Laughing Books and Heroes Lean on Bi Yuan", which will not fade due to the changes of the times.

Even the original version of "Zhu Xian" has not attracted people's attention, not to mention that the current version is still mixed with Ye Luo's private goods, Ye Luo's writing level is definitely incomparable with Xiao Ding.

However, if Jin Daxia knew that the author of "Zhu Xian" was a fourteen-year-old child who was still a minor, maybe there would be one more word of praise. "Ye Luo is a snake swallowing elephant with a lack of heart, thinking about good things in a stinky way.

"Do you want to reveal your age, do you want to, do you, don't, don't, don't..."

Ye Luo was playing a disgusting game with his fingers wrenching. Fortunately, he was not seen by Ah Huang, otherwise Ye Luo would have been despised by the paparazzi, and then he would have become the joke of chickens, ducks, geese and cats in the whole village, pigs, sheep, cows and donkeys.

"Xiao Luo, come and help. ”

Skullcap Yue had already rolled up her sleeves and kneaded her face, and the whole person exuded a unique atmosphere.

People are in good spirits on happy occasions, and their work is much more profitable, and after a while, the bread has been rolled.

"Here, Mom, get more fuel!"

"Good!"

"Golden yellow!"

"Good!"

"I'll pour it!"

"Okay, according to you!"

"You rabbit cub, how can you be so bad, put so much!"

"Oops, it's okay, buy it anyway!"

Ye's innocent rubbed his masochistic head, it seems that his mother still hasn't adapted to the new life

"It's easy to go from thrift to luxury, it's difficult to go from luxury to thrift, you can't forget your roots if you have money, you have to save, you know?"

Listening to his mother's preaching, well, Ye Luo admitted that he was a little floating, a little impetuous.

"Everyone should have someone around you who can pull you at a critical moment, not everyone can be hit by money or other things and can maintain their nature. ”

Ye Luo understood this sentence.