Lin Feng smiled: "I know, so I gave you a high price of 800 words per thousand, in order to show the sincerity of our website." ”

Enron: "I understand, so I signed the eighty-two share instead of yours, which is far higher than the thousand words of other websites." This time, I won't bet against you, and let your website earn some money. Hey. But you'll have to find a way to put me in touch with the publisher, and raise my writer rank. ”

Lin Feng was embarrassed: "The publishing house is easy to say, we have a deep connection with many publishing houses, and your "New Triple Gate" now has more than a dozen national publishing houses waiting for you to contact. It's just that...... The level of this writer is managed by the state, even if you become famous in a book, according to the regulations, you can only be promoted one level at a time. ”

"Didn't you make an exception?" Enron felt a little embarrassed. In Huaxia, only when a writer has a high level will he enter the eyes of the National Writers' Association, and will he have more privileges for writers.

In China, only when a writer reaches the level of a great god or above will he have a series of benefits provided by the state, including insurance, social security, medical insurance and many other benefits.

An Ran really wanted to get the benefits of these "superior people", so he asked Lin Feng.

"So what does the publisher say now?" Because he had never published any articles in his previous life, Enron is now the first time to taste something new, and the publishing process is not clear.

"There are three of the best, and the highest royalty is 8 percent." Lin Feng said.

"What do you mean?" Enron really didn't know.

Lin Feng: "......"

In the end, An Ran handed over the publication of "New Triple Gate" to Lin Feng, and asked him to handle a series of matters related to the publication of "New Triple Gate" for himself, and he only needed to wait for the sample book to get the money. As for the contract for "The Legend of the New White Lady", Enron also took the time to send it out.

It's not that Enron doesn't want to be like the protagonists in those online novels I read in my previous life, eat and take cards in terms of royalties, and then slap my face and play Niu B with the person at the top of the list in terms of the number of publications, he is still just a student, he has to go to school during the day, and he has to think about writing novels when he comes back at night, how can he have that energy!

In other words, shouldn't I contact Director Zhang Danian tomorrow to see if he has a familiar advertising company or something, and it's time to contact Zhao Yue with investment merchants, so that she doesn't always chase herself with videos.

In the final analysis, Enron still misses all kinds of things in his previous life and wants to move the things from his previous life to this world.

He was homesick.

Lying in the dark room, looking at the starlight and the longing of the branches and walls outside the window, all I thought about was the various lives of my previous life.

Then, he softly hummed the song, the song "Hometown Clouds".

Turning over and sitting up, in the room where only a room was black, he pressed the blue movie screen and made up the song "Hometown Clouds".

Humming and crying while weaving.

At breakfast the next day, An Ran heard his father and mother discussing what to do business and what to buy or rent.

"You're going to do business?" Enron found it very interesting. He remembered that in his previous life, An's father and An's mother were both laid-off workers, and later they did small business, but because the factory became more and more sluggish, life became worse and worse, and after An's father and An's mother died of serious illness, he officially began his wandering life.

"Yes, I'm talking to your dad about setting up a stall to sell things at night, or...... When our factory is really not good, our family will open a shop to sell things. "Ann's mother has planned everything very well.

Enron's black line: "I don't have enough money selling my songs and books?" ”

An's mother smiled: "That's all earned by you, Mom will keep it for you, and then you can marry your daughter-in-law." Our son has a future, and Mom and your dad are very happy. It's just that...... This business is all my and your father's idea, and the capital is also our own. ”

"Then sell books and CDs." An Ran waved his hand, close to the water, and his parents sold their own books and CDs...... Well, if it's a well-connected uncle who can get pirated copies...... Just strangle him!

Most of the CDs in this parallel world are genuine, and even if there are pirated copies, most of the stolen content is inappropriate for children......

"Which celebrity is it for?" An's mother is worried, she usually doesn't chase stars, and she is not familiar with the entertainment industry!

"Our son is a little star." Father An gently touched Mother An and gestured to An Ran with his eyes.

Enron: "......"

An's mother suddenly realized: "Son, has your book been published?" Did the song carve out the CD? Alas, alas, the child's father, you have to find a company to produce the engraved disc, right? And the matter of printing books, our textile mill can't do it, right? ”

"I can't do it." Father Ann honestly admitted: "But the child's uncle can think of a way." ”

An Ran watched his parents discuss there, crying and laughing: "Mom, parents, don't worry about these things." I'll find a way to contact the publisher, and the entertainment company. You have to find a professional to do the work of releasing CDs. ”

"That's right! Just look for that Director Zhang, he is the biggest director in our China, and he must know the talent of the publishing house! Father An's eyes lit up, and he instantly thought of a good idea.

An Ran: "......" Director Zhang is the biggest director in China, but the people of film and television are Mao, and they want to know the people of the publishing house? You don't know much the same people who made the songs......

An's mother carried An's father aside with one shoulder: "Go, serve food to my son." ”

……

Director Zhang quickly called An Ran back, and Director Zhang was very happy about Zhao Yue's video: "An Ran, I didn't expect you to have the talent of a director!" This video is simply stunning! The picture distribution ratio is very good, the costumes of the characters are well done, and the background is also very good. The contrast between the front and back is strong. It is...... Who did you write this line from? Why is it so ......" The slightly traditional director Zhang Danian still can't accept the large number of thunderous lines arranged by An Ran for Zhao Yue.

"Hey, hey, Director Zhang, guess?" An Ran smiled like a thief.

"You kid!" Director Zhang Danian was very happy: "How is it? Are you interested in coming to me as a choreographer during the winter break? Whatever you want! ”

"Thank you, Lord Ronne! When I'm on winter vacation, I'll take my classmates to you! "Enron is overjoyed, Director Danian is obviously going to cover himself, to be able to climb such an old fritter in the film and television industry, if he wants to make movies and TV series or something in the future, he will definitely have a lot less trouble.

"That's a word, I'll wait for you in the capital!" Zhang Danian happily hung up the phone.

Zhao Yue's matter is done, and an advertising company in Beijing has taken a fancy to Zhao Yue, but needs her to turn into the costume in the video.

……

At the end of school that afternoon, it suddenly started to rain. Enron is close to home, and he never carries an umbrella with him when he goes to school. Zhao Yue and Wang Xiaofei were caught off guard by the rain.

"Why don't I go home and help you get the rain gear?" Enron volunteered.

PS: This is more to make up for yesterday's ......