Chapter Seventy-Six: Oh My God! Here's what's going on

Xiangwei Chufeng Building. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

A well-known Hunan restaurant.

Inside the private room.

It seems that the sky has not reacted to it so far.

Looking at such a young and excessively young face, I couldn't help but ask again: "God, are you really seventeen this year?" ā€

Han Rui and Chen Jingyun glanced at each other.

Han Rui was helpless.

Chen Jingyun looked at Han Rui and looked funny.

At first, Changkong still thought that the information of Han's father registered by Han Rui was really north of the end of the world.

But there was a series of revelations on the Internet.

And some of the information he collected later on his own confirmed the fact that Tianye was really a young man.

However, Changkong was very well-behaved, and he did not dig into Han Rui's too much information through family means.

Therefore, he doesn't know much more than netizens.

Han Rui still shrugged his shoulders helplessly and said, "Hmm." ā€

Changkong was still stunned, and then said, "Then shouldn't you go to school?" ā€

"Come here and compete."

Han Rui gave Chen Jingyun a chopstick dish and said.

"Competition...... Chinese Ancient Poetry Conference! Could it be that the song "Spring Snow in Qinyuan" was made by you! ā€

Changkong was dumbfounded, as if he had suddenly realized!

He stood up and pointed at Han Rui excitedly.

"Ugh."

Han Rui glanced at Changkong.

It's weird.

What's all the fuss, why isn't there a little bit of the princeling's so-called wit and city government?

"Dio! It's awesome, I'll just say! ā€

Changkong slapped the table and shouted.

"Sit down, sit down."

Han Rui couldn't help but wave his hand.

Changkong suddenly felt embarrassed.

He has to be seven or eight years older than Han Rui.

As a result, no one is stable, and it's a shame.

Maybe Han Rui has been on the phone for a long time.

After all, the sky dog who has been scolded several times is bloody.

"Actually, there's something I'm going to tell you about."

Han Rui looked at the sky, and suddenly felt in his heart that after all, others had helped him a lot.

Even if it's for his own career.

But help is help, and Han Rui doesn't want to owe this favor.

Even if you tell Changkong that Changkong also opens a literary website, it will only have benefits and no harm for the general environment of online literature.

"You say."

Changkong put away his smile, and he said bluntly that Han Rui wanted to say that the copyright of "Ming Dynasty" had been dealt with by someone else.

After all, he asked Han Rui about the copyright of "Ming Dynasty" before.

Han Rui pushed it off.

"I think it's a good choice for online literature to take the publishing route, but it's not the only choice."

Han Rui spoke.

The sky was stunned for a moment.

Instead, he fell into deep thought.

"You see, online banking has also been very developed, and third-party payment software has become more and more mature. Payment models have become more and more diverse, so shouldn't we be more broad-minded? ā€

Han Rui saw that Changkong thought for a long time and still didn't think of the key, so he couldn't help but remind.

In fact, Han Rui forgot.

Such a reforming idea would be worthless if you could just think about it, wouldn't it?

"You mean, selling books online?"

Changkong's thinking is still not completely opened, and it is still quite traditional.

Just as a person tries to do something that he thinks is whimsical, he will never do it directly, but step by step.

This is subconscious self-preservation.

What you avoid is just to make yourself fall one less big heel.

But history often tells us that if we can't fall forward, then we will be crushed by the rolling wheels of history and it will be difficult to get up again.

"Money can be paid for online, can't books be electronic?"

Han Rui finally said the point.

Then a person was drinking tea there, smiling and looking at the sky.

Chen Jingyun didn't disturb the conversation between the two at all, and the whole person had the same air.

Changkong stayed there as a whole, and then completely fell into deep thought.

Let's be honest.

Online payment, this is not something that no one has thought about.

As for the e-reading mode, it can even be said that the Huakong Forum has a certain prototype of e-reading.

But the two are combined.

But no one thought about it.

No!

Maybe some people have thought about it.

But how exactly to implement it, how to put ideas into action, is another matter.

Really.

Changkong's eyes changed from sluggish at the beginning to a light in the eyes, and then became dim after a period of complexity.

"My idea, the work implements a VIP system, VIP works are charged to the public at a price of 5 cents per 1,000 words, and the specific profit website and the author are divided fifty-fifty. The website is responsible for discovering and excavating potential works for contract promotion, while the authors are responsible for creation and performing their own duties. ā€

Han Rui still threw the last bombshell.

I was stunned when I blew up the sky.

"5 points in 1,000 words? Fifty-fifty? Isn't that too cheap? ā€

After gasping for air, Changkong looked at Han Rui's gaze as if he was looking at a monster, and then asked his own question.

Han Rui smiled, took a sip of the tea in his cup, and didn't speak.

Changkong was suddenly embarrassed, and silently took out his mobile phone.

Start calculating.

Let's say an author writes 5,000 words a day.

If only one person is willing to pay for 5 cents for a thousand words, it is only 0.25 yuan.

It may seem like very little.

But if there are a hundred people willing to pay to see it, then it is 25 yuan.

The split between the website and the author is 12.5 yuan.

If a thousand words are willing to spend money, then it is 250 yuan.

The split between the website and the author is 125 yuan.

If there are 10,000 people, then it is 2,500 yuan.

The split between the website and the author is 1250 yuan.

If......

Changkong suddenly didn't dare to think about it.

When the awareness of genuine Huaxia is high, most people decide not to be stingy with that money for the works they like.

What's more, this is just the profit created by just one author, an article updated in a day.

So what if a hundred VIP authors update their 5,000-word VIP works a day?

It seems like a lot!

And if there are 1,000 people who are willing to spend money to read it, the actual remuneration that the author can get a day is 125 yuan, and a month is calculated based on 30 natural days, then it is 3750 yuan!

This level of remuneration is not low.

At present, the average per capita salary in China's second- and third-tier cities is only between 2,000 and 3,000.

This method works!

Moreover, the entry threshold for online literature is low.

It is foreseeable that there will be countless people pouring into the online literature industry to revitalize and expand the industry together.

So why not worry about online literature when the time comes?

Thinking of this, Changkong was already excited.

"That ......"

"Buzz!"

Changkong's cell phone rang.

The words that Changkong was about to say were suddenly blocked, and he was about to hang up directly after glancing at his phone.

But when he saw the caller ID, the corners of Changkong's mouth twitched unnaturally.

gave Han Rui an apologetic look and immediately walked out of the private room.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

Changkong stared at the phone, cautiously.

"Where?"

On the other side of the phone was a beautiful female voice.

"Long ...... Changxiang! ā€

Changkong didn't dare to hide it.

"I know, I said where Changxiang is, I'm in Changxiang now."

The other side of the phone was very gentle.

But the sky is very indisputable.

"Xiangwei Chufeng Building, you have been here. But I'm seeing friends right now? Are you coming over now? ā€

Changkong immediately reported the address.

Then I thought that I was discussing a big business with God!

Suddenly raised a little courage and asked.

Of course, the question is not so certain.

It is obvious that there is a lack of confidence.

"It's been 5 minutes."

Then Changkong's phone was hung up.

Changkong's mouth was open, and it was obvious that he didn't have time to say anything.

Then he looked at the phone helplessly, turned around and went back to the box,

"I'm sorry God, let's continue, then you mean that Huakong can be transformed into this kind of literary website?"

As soon as Changkong entered the box and saw Han Rui, he suddenly seemed to be a different person, and said with a bright face.

and also took the initiative to refill Han Rui's water.

"Of course, Huakong's resources are indeed very extensive, but I suggest that after the successful transformation, a Huakong Forum section will be added to retain the style and format of the original Huakong Forum version. In this way, new users can be developed on the basis of retaining the existing users to the greatest extent. ā€

Han Rui had already had a certain idea for Huakong, so he basically came as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Good! But...... God, what do you mean when you said that "Ming Dynasty" has another role? ā€

Changkong suddenly remembered why Han Rui talked about this problem uncharacteristically today, and pointed out such a big golden idea to himself.

"Uh, I mean ......"

Han Rui paused, and was about to tell the truth.

The box door opened with a snap.

Then a tired mature woman with a hot body and a bit of dust on her face appeared at the door of the box.

Look at the arrival.

Changkong reflexively stood up.

What's even more surprising is that Han Rui actually stood up reflexively......

Nima!

A comet hit the Earth!

How could it be Ji Wei who came to win people!

Han Rui really couldn't tell what it was like in his heart at the moment.

Even Changkong was stunned.

God also stood up all of a sudden, even sharper than himself.

And then.

The eyes are facing each other.

Ji Wei's eyes lit up the moment she saw Han Rui, it was an inexplicable look.

Suddenly, all the tiredness on his face was swept away in an instant.

Then it seemed that he saw the pretty woman beside Han Rui.

Ji Wei's nose couldn't help wrinkling, but he couldn't help it.

For a while, the originally tender eyes were full of murderous energy.

Even Ji Wei didn't figure out what was wrong with her.

Han Rui saw Ji Wei's eyes that inadvertently reached out to him.

And almost at the same time, Han Rui found that his hand had been held by Chen Jingyun, who was drinking tea without moving.

Han Rui couldn't help but feel a little weak.

Changkong almost saw that the atmosphere in the field was wrong.

couldn't help but widen his eyes, and the same sentence as Han Rui's heart almost popped up in his heart.

OMG!

Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on.