"The Legend of the Mecha Two Rats" can get a manuscript fee of two yuan per word, and Yu Le is neither happy nor disappointed.

After all, his work "One Generation" is less than two crosses, and the manuscript fee has been more than 10,000 yuan.

At first glance, writing fiction is not as good as writing poetry.

But in fact, the acceptance of novels is wider, and the value cannot be measured by manuscript fees:

First of all, each volume of "The Legend of the Mecha Two Rats" can be published as a book, which can earn a royalty;

Secondly, "The Legend of the Mecha Two Rats" can be made into an animated film or an animated movie;

In addition, "The Legend of the Mecha Two Rats" can be authorized to manufacture dolls and authorized distribution stores, which is the largest income.

Judging from the above points, the value of a poem is not at all comparable to that of a best-selling novel.

For Yu Le, who dreams of being the richest man in the world, this is just the beginning.

As for the issue of copyright, it required his careful consideration. If he doesn't achieve the goal in his heart, he will never spit out.

Therefore, he thanked the "National Daily" for the importance he received, and advocated that the number of poems he wrote was small, and he was afraid that it would not be enough to publish a poetry collection, but the copyright of the first volume of "The Legend of the Mecha and the Two Rats" could be negotiated.

In less than half an hour, the phone rang at home.

Yu Le was very surprised, could it be that the editor of the "National Daily" was waiting for his reply in front of the computer? Thinking about it like this, it really makes him a little fluttery!

Well, he also knew that he was overthinking, so he just floated for 3 seconds and picked up the microphone.

A familiar voice came from the microphone, oh, it turned out to be the Jade Finger Editor-in-Chief of the Imperial Capital Daily.

The editor-in-chief said: "Hello, Mr. Yule! Take the liberty of calling for the publication of your poems. ”

Yu Le smiled: "Beauty, it's really an honor for you to call me!" ”

The editor-in-chief of Jade Finger pouted and smiled: "Hehe! ”

Hearing the meaningful "hehe" sound of the jade finger, Yu Lewaner smiled and said, "You still hold a grudge!" Last time I ate, I really forgot to bring my wallet. ”

The editor-in-chief shook his head and said, "Hehe, now let's talk about business, don't divert the topic." ”

Yu Le rolled his eyes and said, "I guess you must have shook your head just now!" ”

The editor-in-chief of Jade Finger looked around in surprise, she was the only one in the office, how could Yu Le guess that she shook her head?

She asked curiously, "Are you blinding me?" ”

Yu Le smiled and said, "You admit it?" ”

He secretly said in his heart: A woman's curiosity is terrifying, but if you use it properly, you will have unexpected gains!

The editor-in-chief of Yuzhi immediately put aside the unhappiness in his heart and asked, "Tell me quickly, how do you know?" Did you install a camera in my office? ”

As she spoke, she clamped her legs tightly, lest the spring light under her skirt be exposed.

Yu Le pouted and said, "I'm really blind." ”

Jade Finger didn't believe it and said, "I don't believe it! ”

Yu Le watched the fish take the bait, and said affectionately:

Five hundred years ago,

You and I met at the bridgehead of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

The drizzle continues,

It's like the pull of love threads.

You under the umbrella,

Fluttering in white,

A light smile.

A touch of warmth in the eyes,

It touched my cold heart.

I pause and look back,

Watch your white clothes drift away.

The rain drenched my hair,

soaked my garments,

It chilled my heart.

Independent bridgehead, I'd rather

It's the umbrella you're holding,

Shelter you from the elements.

It's the garment you're wearing,

Hide your endless spring light.

It's you who step on your shoes,

Comfort your soft scented feet.

Even, I wish it was the breath you breathe,

Warms your lungs.

It's the mud you're stepping on,

Firm the ground beneath your feet.

Eventually, I turned into a worm,

Set up camp in your belly.

once

You affectionately call me - the roundworm in the belly.

In this life, I will be reborn as a human being.

Inexplicably familiar

I was deeply moved.

Though I can't find out your every move,

But that inadvertent touch,

It is like an imprint engraved in my heart.

Today, I blurted out:

May you be like in your past life,

Feed me for a hundred years,

Let me not worry about food and clothing.

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Jade refers to the fact that she is Chinese New Year's Eve three years old today, and she is no longer an ignorant girl, how can she be deceived by Yu Le.

Out of professional sensibility as an editor, she listens and notes.

After Yu Le finished speaking, she habitually asked, "What is the name of this poem?" ”

Yu Le didn't know why, so he replied casually: "You provide for me." ”

Jade Finger picked up the paper, flicked it and said, "Okay, this poem is considered a contribution." ”

After a change of words, she asked: "By the way, the matter of the poetry collection, but the task given to me by the leader, what is your attitude, give me a clear word." ”

When Yu Le heard this, he suddenly became anxious.

The words just now were purely to tease Jade Finger, why should they be published?

Yu Le hurriedly said: "Sister Yuzhi, don't mind!" It's just my inner monologue, emotional outpouring, secret whispering, what are you publishing it? Will I dare to be lyrical in the future? ”

Jade Finger laughed and said, "I'm going to nail you to the pillar of shame in history, so that you will never be able to turn over." I want you to understand: women, especially female editors-in-chief, don't just flirt when you say it. ”

When Yu Le heard this, he was embarrassed.

Thinking that every time he sees this poem in the future, he will think of the scene at this time, which is equivalent to how many grass and mud horses trample past!

He pleaded bitterly, "Sister, you can't do this. For the sake of my little hands massaged for you last time, you have to be considerate of my brother! ”

Hearing this, Jade Finger said angrily: "You still have the face to say." Invite me to eat without money, just drag my hand and touch it for a long time, haven't you ever seen a woman! ”

Thinking of the monkey rush a year ago, Yu Le said ashamedly: "The first time my brother saw such a fair, smooth, and slender hand, his heart of enjoyment suddenly rose, and he was a little out of shape!" But I've already apologized! ”

Jade Finger sneered: "The heart of play? Yo, I really didn't see that you're still a merry man! Say, How many girls have you harmed? ”

Yu Le distinguished: "Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, it's obsession and obsession!" ”

Jade Finger pouted and said, "You have nothing to do with me, I don't need to explain." Remember the last time you said that an explanation is a cover-up, and a cover-up is the truth. ”

Yu Le suddenly found that the girls he knew actually used his words to fight back against him.

In this world, it is not pleasant to play!

He hurriedly changed the topic and said: "The National Daily just asked me about the poetry collection ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Jade Finger interrupted: "Don't use the National Daily to press me." I get angry when I mention it, you pat your conscience and say, how much did the "Imperial Capital Daily" give you a manuscript fee? It's good for you to put "Generation" in another newspaper, what a loss for my meal? ”

After a pause, she added: "I forgot, your conscience has been eaten by dogs!" ”

Yu Le shouted injustice in his mouth.

He explains: "The artistic success of a poem does not depend on the subjective assumptions of the author, but also on whether it adapts to the times and resonates with the reader.

I also threw it casually at the beginning, purely out of hand! Next time you ask me to shake your little hand a little longer, I promise I won't do this stupid thing again! ”