The traditional Chinese book of "The Best Child" has finally come out, and Qin Ge's first batch of traditional manuscript fees have also arrived, 18,000 yuan for the manuscript.

Because Adventurer Publishing House is recommended by the Creation World website, according to the contract, this manuscript fee needs to be shared with the website.

18,000 yuan is the manuscript fee after sharing.

And not long after the manuscript fee arrived, my father's phone called.

"Son, where's it?"

"At home, what are you doing?"

"Oh, if you're fine, come over to the stall, I have something to tell you."

Tell me something? Qin Ge couldn't imagine that his father would have something to do with him, but he still changed his shoes and went out.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon, and the weather in June had begun to be hot and dry, and people who came to buy dry goods at the stalls tried to avoid this time period, so my father was very idle at this time.

When Dad saw Qin Ge coming, he beckoned to him and said, "Son, come here." ”

Qin Ge saw that his father's expression seemed to be a little strict, and he didn't know what was going on, so he walked over and sat down, and asked, "Dad, what's the matter?" ”

Dad took out his mobile phone, fiddled with it for a while, and handed it to Qin Ge.

Qin Ge took it suspiciously, and glanced at it, it turned out to be a text message notification from the bank, more than 16,000.

Qin Ge knew what was going on in an instant, and the more than 16,000 were Qin Ge's money after deducting taxes from traditional royalties.

He used his father's ID card to sign the contract, and the bound bank card was also his father's.

Dad suddenly saw an extra income in his bank card, and he was puzzled, thinking that who had remitted the wrong money, and after calling to inquire, he learned that the money was from a publishing house in Taiwan.

Hearing the three words publishing house, my father immediately thought of Qin Ge.

"Are you really writing a novel?" Dad asked, frowning.

Qin Ge couldn't help but roll his eyes, what I said, didn't I tell you early in the morning that I wrote a novel, why don't you believe it at this time.

"Dad, have you always believed that I write novels?" Qin Ge asked helplessly.

Dad was a little embarrassed to be asked by Qin Ge, when he first heard Qin Ge say that he wanted to write a novel, he really didn't take it seriously, he thought that Qin Ge was just playing, curious about new things, and wanted to try it.

But where did he think that Qin Ge really earned an income by writing novels, and it was more than 10,000 yuan.

Dad asked a lot of questions, most of them were asking how novels make money or something like that, and finally asked Qin Ge what the name of the book he wrote, Qin Ge thought about it, and didn't say "The Best Son", but told him "The Legend of Wukong".

"Then I'll look back."

"Well, you can go and see it, but this book has only been written much, you might as well wait for me to finish writing and read it, by the way, there is still a manuscript fee on the tenth and eleventh." Qin Ge remembered that the manuscript fee for the creation of the world was also about to arrive, so he reminded his father by the way.

"How much?"

Qin Ge calculated and said, "Sixty or seventy thousand." ”

"Six...... Sixty or seventy thousand! Dad's eyes widened in disbelief.

The matter of the manuscript fee must not be hidden, so Qin Ge did not plan to hide it from the beginning.

Qin Ge didn't know how much money was in his parents' bank card, but he probably guessed that the deposit in the card would not exceed six figures.

When Qin Ge left, Dad hadn't come back to his senses yet, he was sitting there alone in a daze, there were several guests buying melon seeds, and Dad didn't hear it.

Qin Ge was walking on the way home, and suddenly found that for more than a month since he was reborn, he had always been a line between school and home.

Before, it was because I was writing novels, so I didn't have time to go out for a walk, but now that the things of novels are almost stable, Qin Ge has plenty of time.

The world that Qin Ge was reborn in was not much different from the world it once was, oh no, there was still a difference. The difference is that the parallel world ten years ago and the earth ten years later seem to be at the same stage of development.

High-rise buildings in the urban area, high-end shopping malls, hot girls dressed on the side of the road, iPhones in people's hands.

This qiē has not changed.

Qin Ge hummed a little tune, inserted it in his pocket, and still had a few hundred yuan in his pocket.

"It's time to buy a guitar." Qin Ge muttered to himself, looked around, and didn't see a piano shop.

Qin Ge thought about it, and he remembered that there was a store specializing in musical instruments in the central shopping mall in the center of the city.

It was just afternoon, the weather was very hot, Qin Ge walked towards the subway, and after entering the subway, a cool air conditioner wind suddenly blew on his body, which was very comfortable.

Qin Ge took out the money from his pocket and counted it, and there were more than five hundred yuan.

More than 500 yuan to buy a guitar doesn't seem to be enough.

Qin Ge hesitated whether to go back to his father to ask for money, after thinking about it, forget it, let's go and see it first, if it's not enough, I'll buy it next time, anyway, the guitar won't run away if it's in the mall.

He knows his father too well, if he goes back at this time, he will definitely have to pull himself and not let him go, and then say the questions that have just come to his mind, and he will not stop until he asks things clearly.

After getting off the subway, Qin Ge walked into the central mall and glanced at the sign, the store selling musical instruments was on the top floor.

Qin Ge sat on the escalator all the way to the top floor, he was wearing white jeans today, a short-sleeved white shirt, slightly long hair, lying on his head softly, with delicate facial features, looking very white-faced.

If you are an ordinary junior high school student, you would not usually come to this kind of place at all.

The things in the central mall are too expensive, a piece of clothing can easily cost thousands of yuan, and there are brand-name counters everywhere, which ordinary students can't afford.

Although Qin Ge is only fifteen years old, he is relatively well developed, walking in the mall, he is a twenty-one or twelve-year-old young man.

Qin Ge found a store to buy musical instruments, about a hundred square meters, guitar, piano, erhu...... Some of the most common musical instruments can be seen here.

The prices of the musical instruments are clearly marked, Qin Ge walked around slowly, walked to a row of guitars hanging on the wall, and looked at the price card, three zeros......

The corners of Qin Ge's mouth twitched, he didn't think about this price for the time being, and then looked at the guitar on the side.

The order of this guitar is arranged according to the price, Qin Ge walked directly to the end of the aisle, and glanced at the guitar hanging in the corner, four hundred yuan.

Qin Ge didn't hesitate, turned to the boss sitting behind the counter, and said, "Boss, I want this guitar." ”

The boss stood up, turned around, looked at the guitar that Qin Ge was pointing at, and said, "Okay, you go and pay the money first, and I'll go to the warehouse to get you a new one." ”

This is the case in shopping malls, where there are uniform cash registers on each floor.

Qin Ge paid the money, and when he came back, the boss was already tuning the guitar.

After tuning the tone, the boss loaded the guitar and handed it to Qin Ge, who handed him the receipt for the opening of the mall.

Qin Ge walked away with the guitar on his back, and the guitar of four hundred yuan was not good, but it could be used improvised. Anyway, he bought a guitar to entertain himself.

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