Fu Ying's luggage was not much, and most of it was destroyed, so Fu Qingyao simply packed up the books and toiletries in the dormitory and moved out.

She already liked the place where she lived, an old street next to Qingshan High School.

Because it is not a business district, it is relatively quiet inside, and the rent is not too high.

On top of that, the place she rented was next door to a piano shop, which gave her a reason to get into music.

Looking at this small room of nearly ten square meters, Fu Qingyao was still quite satisfied.

500 yuan a month, 3,000 yuan a semester is relatively high. But after all, it is also good to bring a small bathroom with its own and not have to live with others.

The manuscript fee is 1,500 yuan, plus the original living income of 400 yuan in her hand, Fu Qingyao can be regarded as having a small deposit in her hand.

Excluding accommodation fees, water and electricity, plus newly bought quilts and daily necessities, bank cards, etc., Fu Qingyao only had 200 yuan in his hand.

Looking at the two hundred yuan in his hand, Fu Qingyao sighed, why didn't he find that money was such a useful thing before.

Fortunately, the editor still has 70,000 words, which is 3,500 yuan.

But this amount of money, how can it be enough to bring another family of three of the Fu family into the city.

So, let's do a good job of moving the text.

"Eh, have you read the latest issue of "Fireworks", there is a new article, it's very good."

"Is it scarlet? Scarlet has a new book again. ”

"No, it was written by a newcomer named Qing Yao, "There Will Be Angels to Love You for Me", it's really well written."

"Really, lend me a look."

"Hmm." The girl took out the fireworks magazine from her school bag, and saw that the cover of this issue was painted with two cartoon characters, a girl with short hair and a teenager who was extremely beautiful.

"Wow, good kawaii." The girl took the magazine and couldn't wait to read it.

And all this, Fu Qingyao, who was immersed in hard study, did not pay attention to it.

Now, she's hit her first challenge.

In her last life, the subject she hated the most was mathematics, but fortunately she was a music student, and she did not have high requirements for grades in cultural classes. But in this life, Fu Yingke is a real top student, what a tragedy.

But the only thing that made her happy was Fu Ying's choice of liberal arts, if it was science......

My God, even if she doesn't forget it, she can't save her idiot math, physics and chemistry grades.

Chinese and English are not very difficult for her, but they are rare mathematics, politics, history and geography. God knows that she is a geographical idiot, there is wood!

Fu Ying, the golden sign of an honor student, can't be destroyed in her hands.

Fu Qingyao felt that he was simply Alexander, but fortunately, he had Fu Ying's memory. Since coming to school, she has been combing her memories and trying to integrate them with her own memories so that this knowledge can be better used for herself, while desperately reading books and doing exercises, just to familiarize herself with the use of knowledge.

Although that knowledge is in her head, she must also apply what she has learned.

Just when she was trying to familiarize herself with the knowledge of this world and make these things for her own use, Qing Yao became angry.

At this time, the content of the first ten chapters had been published in "Fireworks", and the remaining six chapters were also sent to the magazine.

Because at this time, the editor informed her that the magazine had taken a fancy to her book and planned to publish it, hoping to see the content later.

And as the chapters were gradually published, 3,500 yuan was repeatedly hit on her card.

After that, she installed a phone in the room and used this to contact the editor Xia Xue who took her.

"Hey, Sister Xue."

"Qing Yao, how do you know that Lu Dao is me." Xia Xue was really curious, every time she called, Fu Qingyao could accurately know that it was her.

Fu Qingyao smiled, their family is poor, where can they have the money to install a phone, this phone was originally specially bought to contact the editor.

"Sister Xue, what's the matter with calling so late?"

"Oh, by the way, the next part of "There Will Be Angels" will not be published again, the magazine is planning to publish this book, I would like to ask you if you have the will."

"Fireworks" has a publishing house, and they will naturally give priority to the good novels that appear in the magazine, and publish them.

"Sister Xue, does the magazine want to buy out, or do you plan to share it?"

"The initial intention is to buy out, 50,000 yuan."

50,000 books with 200,000 words, this price is fair for her, a newcomer.

You must know that Fu Aihua has worked the construction site for a year, and his salary is only twenty or thirty thousand.

And the most important thing is that she is now in urgent need of money to resettle the other three members of the Fu family in the county seat.

Fu Xiong, in particular, is already sixteen years old, but he works hard in the fields every day.

It's too much older than boys of the same age.

Although she was satisfied with the price, she also knew that the more publishers she was, the more treacherous she was.

Xiaoxue said that it was 50,000, indicating that the price of this book was definitely more than 50,000.

"Well, Sister Xue, how do you calculate it if you divide it?"

"If you get a share, you will be paid 20,000 yuan in a lump sum, and then you will get 10% of the profit every month. Although your book is doing well, as a newcomer, you don't have a strong readership, so I suggest you buy out. ”

Fu Qingyao can be sure that her score in this book must be very good, but Xiaoxue's words are also very reasonable. She's still a newcomer and doesn't have the results and data to back up the book's sales.

After thinking about it, Fu Qingyao pondered for a moment, "One hundred thousand, I will sell all the simplified and traditional Chinese copyrights of this book to the publishing house and buy it out." ”

"Well, I'll tell the editor-in-chief what you mean."

After chatting about work for a long time, Xiaoxue smiled and said: "Qingyao, now many readers write letters or leave messages on our official website, asking who sang the song in the article, they searched all over the music world, but they didn't find this song." ”

That's what Zhang Xinzhe sang, but you don't have this person in this time and space.

Fu Qingyao said secretly in her heart, but she said, "No, this is the lyrics I wrote myself." ”

"It's a pity, but it would be nice if I could write it into a song, and I'm interested in it." Xiaoxue said regretfully, "Do you have any new articles, I have finished opening "There Will Be Angels", it is really well written, I know that the Tao is fake, but I still deceived me with a lot of tears." Now, I'm all your fan. ”

"Well, I've already written one, and I'm going to send it over."

"When the book is published, go buy a computer. The entire 200,000 words are handwritten, and you're amazing. I've been an editor for a few years, and I've never seen you write in such an old way. But by the way, your handwriting is so good, and everyone in our magazine company praises you. ”

The development of science and technology in Huaxia is so fast that in addition to classwork and exams that are still paper, most people are accustomed to using computers.

"Well, I know it."

"Although I really want to read your new article, I still won't bother you, senior high school student, come on, good night."

"Good night."

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