Li Xuan really didn't expect Jin Yong to come to see him in person, he was so excited that he couldn't speak, he only held Jin Yong's hand and smirked, this was his first idol in his previous life.

"Mu Shaoxia, don't you want me to come in and sit?" Jin Daxia smiled and said again.

Li Xuan realized that he was still holding Jin Yong's hand, quickly let go of his sideways and said embarrassedly: "You please come in, please come in, please ......come in," he said, stepped forward to a table, pulled out a chair, and asked Jin Yong to sit down.

After both parties sat down, Li Xuan added a pot of tea to Mr. Jin, and then rubbed his hands and said nervously: "Mr. Jin, I didn't expect you to come in person, I really, really ......" The four words flattered Li Xuan didn't say it, feeling a little suspicious of selling melons.

"Hehe" Jin Daxia smiled heartily: "Mr. Li, the main thing is that the review editor only handed over the manuscript to me this morning, otherwise I would have come over a long time ago." Also, don't call me Mr. Kim, call me Mr. Cha. ”

"Yes, Mr. Cha, I wonder what Mr. Cha is looking for me? But what's wrong with the draft? Li Xuan asked suspiciously.

"No, no problem, it's just that I looked like a different protagonist after reading Li Sheng's iron-blooded Tianjiao volume, so I came over to ask, and by the way, I will discuss the issue of manuscript fees with you." Jin Yong took a sip of tea.

Li Xuan was overjoyed, this is about to be published. When he first submitted the book, the title of the book was deliberately written in Iron-Blooded Tianjiao, but he didn't add any Kunlun prequels or anything like that, and he deliberately added a few chapters of Kunlun's content at the back of the Iron-Blooded Tianjiao volume, and put together 100,000 words to hand it in together, just to attract people, but I didn't expect the first one to attract was Jin Yong.

"Mr. Cha, to be honest, my iron-blooded Tianjiao is just a prequel. The next few chapters are the content of the main biography, and I named it Kunlun. ”

"Kunlun? Kunlun is thousands of miles high, and the years are exhausted. Mr. Li is very ambitious, can you tell me how many words this book has? ”

How many words? Li Xuan was stunned for a moment, his reader couldn't find out how many words there were, and the 100,000 words he had made up in front of him were counted one by one. However, according to the surname of the later generations of online articles, millions of words are indispensable.

"About a million words." Li Xuan gave a speculative answer.

"Huh?" Jin Yong was also stunned for a moment, nearly a million words, that's a lot, you must know that there are only six of the fifteen books he wrote by himself, and the rest are basically almost not half a million, and he knows that Li Xuan is writing a novel for the first time.

Jin Yongzai glanced at Li Xuan carefully, could it be that there is another martial arts master in Hong Kong? However, if he knew that Li Xuan only had such a martial arts in his mobile phone, Li Xuan would change his fantasy in the next step, and he didn't know if he would vomit blood.

"I wonder if there is a manuscript?" Kim Yong asked.

"Yes, Mr. Cha, wait a minute, I'll go up and get it for you." Li Xuan has written more than 20,000 words in the past two days, just enough to take them out.

A gust of wind ran upstairs and downstairs, and the 20,000-word manuscript ran into Jin Yong's hands.

"Okay" Jin Yong said while looking at the manuscript in his hand, I like it very much, just over 100,000 words, it makes people see a magnificent, chivalrous and tender martial arts world.

Li Xuan, who was on the other side, curled his mouth slightly, can it be good, this book is specifically for you. When Li Xuan saw this "Kunlun" for the first time, he felt that this book had a strong smell of Jinyong, no wonder some people later said that this book reshaped the soul of martial arts in the "post-Jin Yong era".

"Mr. Li, we are going to serialize this novel in the Ming Pao Evening News, I wonder if you may deliver it on time?" Jin Yong, who had finished reading the manuscript in the middle of the story, asked Li Xuan.

Evening? Li Xuan is worried, can't he go to the morning newspaper? But when he thought that the morning newspaper was now Ni Frame's "Wesley" as the main feature, he was relieved. Now this book is on fire, and Ni Frame is still a codeword maniac, basically he has never broken the draft, even if Li Xuan goes to the morning newspaper, he can only hide on the side as a foil. However, there are no main novels on the evening newspaper, Wen Rui'an, this guy opened a poetry club in Taiwan Bay, but now he has been invited to tea by the police station for three days, which has led to his "Shenzhou Wonderman" series being intermittent in the evening newspaper, and it is just right to rob him of his position in the past.

"Yes, I basically guarantee that 6,000 words a day is not a problem." Li Xuan figured it out and quickly patted his chest and assured that if he wasn't afraid of being scared, he would have wanted to say 10,000 words.

"So much?" Although the number of words was very low in Li Xuan's opinion, Jin Yong was bluffed by Li Xuan. In these years, there are not many people who can code 6,000 words a day. But when he turned his head and thought about it, he was relieved, he had even seen something more powerful, that was his good friend Ni Frame. When this guy wrote Wesley, he wrote tens of thousands of words a day, seven days a week, and it was all handwritten. Thinking of this, Li Xuan's six thousand words are not a big deal.

Jin Yong was not surprised when he figured it out, and continued: "Then it's decided. By the way, Mr. Li, let's talk about the manuscript fee, I don't know how about 50 yuan for 1,000 words? ”

50 yuan for 1,000 words? Li Xuan was worried. This was not beyond Li Xuan's expectations. He already knew that Jin Yong was stingy, and if an unknown rookie writer like him usually submitted it to Ming Pao, it would be about 40 words per thousand, and those famous writers were only 100. But his book has more than a million words, and the writing of the whole novel is definitely not inferior to that bunch of famous writers, can those new writers compare.

"60 words in a thousand words, Mr. Cha, you also know the quality of my novel, and I guarantee that there are more than one million words."

Li Xuan didn't dare to mention too much, he had been in Hong Kong for half a year, and he knew that the martial arts novels in Hong Kong had not declined at all. Among the four heroes of Jin Liang and Gu Wen, except for Jin Yong, who sealed his pen six years ago, the others are still writing novels, Wen Rui'an will not say anything, Liang Yusheng has just published his "Returning the Sword Romance" in the "New Evening News", and Gurung has just finished writing "The Legend of the New Moon". There are a lot of people writing novels in Hong Kong now, and it wouldn't be good if you mentioned it too high and scared people away.

"Okay, Mr. Li, that's it." Kim Yong returned happily.

Yes? What's going on? Jin Yong's stinginess is notoriously, and Li Xuan is still planning to bargain, how can this Jin Daxia agree so easily.

"In addition to discussing the publication of the newspaper with you this time, I also sent you the 100,000-word manuscript fee by the way, but now I can also give you the 20,000-word manuscript fee by the way." As he spoke, Jin Daxia took out an envelope from his coat pocket and put it on the table, then took out his wallet, took out two hundred Hong Kong dollars, put it on the envelope, and pushed it towards Li Xuan.

"Mr. Li, you order, seven thousand two together." Jin Daxia said.

Li Xuan was excited, this was the first step of his dream, and now he finally made money. Picking up the envelope with trembling hands, Li Xuan opened the envelope, took out the Hong Kong dollars inside and began to count them. It's not that I don't believe Jin Yong, it's Li Xuan who realized the first step of his dream, and he is so excited.

"One, two, three. Four, five, six, seven! Li Xuan's face turned red and he counted the Hong Kong dollars in the envelope, although the number was small but the denomination was large, all of them were worth one thousand denominations, and he picked up the two hundred Hong Kong dollars on the table.

That's a total of seven thousand two!

"Thanks, Mr. Kim, the count is correct." Li Xuan was so excited that he called Mr. Cha Mr. Jin.

Jin Yong, who was still smiling, didn't care about this, and took out two more documents and said, "That's right, come, sign the newspaper contract and the manuscript fee receipt." ”

Li Xuan held back his excitement and took the document, looked at it, well, there was no problem, and he wouldn't believe that Jin Daxia would cheat him for this little money. You must know that when the mainland Tang people were filming "Shooting the Condor", the starring Brother Hu had a car accident, and as a result, the filming was delayed, which led to the expiration of the filming copyright of "Shooting the Condor", and Jin Yong knew that after knowing it, he extended the filming copyright of "Shooting the Condor" for free for one year without saying a word, which is hundreds of thousands.

Looking at the documents signed and handed over by Li Xuan, Jin Yong checked it with a smile and put it in his arms, and then said to Li Xuan: "Mr. Li, then my business is done." I still have something to do at the newspaper, so I'll go back first. Happy working together! ”

"Ah" Seeing that Jin Yong was about to leave so happily, Li Xuan was surprised, but immediately reacted and said: "Mr. Nacha walks slowly, happy cooperation, happy cooperation." As he spoke, he quickly stood up and sent Jin Yong out.

Walking all the way to the door, it was still raining heavily, and seeing that Li Xuan had signs of sending it out, Jin Yong hurriedly said: "Mr. Li, stay here, don't send it if the rain is too heavy." Your novel is estimated to be in the newspaper the day after tomorrow, and I will send it to you when it is reported later, goodbye. After speaking, he patted Li Xuan on the shoulder twice, opened the umbrella and rushed into the rain.

Watching Jin Daxia get into a white car on the side of the road, Li Xuan's excited heart standing at the door of the tea restaurant slowly cooled down. The future is just around the corner, and we need to work harder! After speaking, he patted his coat pocket, and the envelope full of Hong Kong dollars was still lying inside.

Watching the car drive away, Li Xuan's hand patting his coat pocket was suddenly stunned, something was wrong.

It's over, Li Xuan suddenly found himself stupid. I handed in a manuscript of 100,000 yuan, but Jin Daxia came to pay the manuscript fee, and the envelope contained a full 7,000.

Doesn't that mean?

Li Xuan couldn't wait to slap himself to death now, he was a stupid hat, why didn't he bargain and say it highly, no wonder Jin Daxia ran so fast later, how could anyone who took advantage not run fast.

You're a street boy!

"Smack"

Li Xuan was slapped heavily on the back of his head

"You're a street boy, you won't really go out and mess around, will you? What else is Jin Daxia, where is the mix? Brother De said viciously in the back.