Because there is a detailed outline, and Liang Zhu himself is a well-known traditional story, Chi Fei writes it very smoothly.

When he used to be a part-time writer, he could only update about 4,000 to 5,000 words a day.

This update speed is only at the lower middle level of modern web writers.

One of the reasons why most of his novels ended up on the street is that they are not updated fast enough.

For Liang Zhu's book, he poured a lot of effort into it, lest he would not write this folk tale of great significance in his time well.

In addition, there is no pressure to update every day, so he writes with a mentality of slow work and meticulous work.

Only quality is not quantity, and it is slowly increasing at a rate of about 2,000 words a day.

Because he can't modify it casually like a computer, he can only write it on a little scratch paper first, and then copy it again with a little white paper when he has checked it.

Every once in a while, he also looks at it from beginning to end from the reader's point of view. If you feel that something is not good enough, you can revise it immediately until you are satisfied.

Sure enough, good works are all changed, and under the continuous revision, the quality of the novels is getting higher and higher.

Because of the large amount of writing, he had to spend at least half of his salary every month to buy paper and pen and ink.

When you buy it, you have to buy it secretly, so as not to be discovered by Deng Quan.

It's hard, but he has a sense of satisfaction.

He rediscovered the joy of writing.

The original boring life has become different in his eyes, perhaps because he already has goals and ideals in his heart.

After more than four months of hard work, the novel "Liang Zhu" was finally completed in his hands.

The whole novel is about 250,000 words in total. If you follow the current popular division of scripts, it is about 4,000 words per episode, and it can be divided into 64 chapters in total, which can be regarded as a medium-length novel.

Not long after he finished the entire novel, Su Zhen, the original owner of his current body, had his birthday approaching.

In the six months since he entered Dongsheng Rice Shop, he has not only been able to eat enough every day, but also has been insisting on exercising his body.

Compared with when he was a little beggar before, his whole person has increased significantly in height and weight, and he is no longer as weak as before.

On Su Zhen's birthday, Chi Fei first lit a pillar of incense in the direction of Su Zhen's hometown, and then walked out of the courtyard with the manuscript of "Liang Zhu".

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Seeing that it was getting dark, the shopkeeper of Juyazhai instructed the guys in the store to prepare for closing.

Like Dongsheng Rice Shop, Juyazhai is a time-honored brand for many years, and has branches in many places.

The head office is in Suzhou, and there are three branches in Beijing.

In addition to selling books, Juyazhai also prints books, and has a special book printing workshop.

When you like a certain author's work, you buy it and print it in an official script.

Not only do they sell it in-house, but they also sell it wholesale to other bookstores at the same price.

In fact, not only Juyazhai, but also many large-scale study rooms and bookstores do this.

After all, how much can you sell just in your own store?

It is better to circulate among peers to achieve the purpose of mutual benefit.

Just when the shopkeeper of the study was about to lock it, a voice suddenly came from behind: "Shopkeeper, is it closed?" ”

The shopkeeper looked back and saw that it was a teenager, so he smiled and said, "This little brother, I'm sorry, the store is closed, if you want to buy books, come back tomorrow." ”

"I'm not here to buy books, I'm here to sell them."

"Selling books? You mean you're going to sell manuscripts? ”

"Yes, but it's not me, it's my master who wants to sell manuscripts, and I'm just a guy in charge of running errands."

"May I ask who your master is?"

"My master is inconvenient to tell me for some reason, please forgive the shopkeeper."

The shopkeeper kind of understood. Most of the young man's owners were scholars who wanted to gain fame, but because they had no money to participate in the imperial examination, they had to write scripts to make a living.

The reason why I don't want to tell others my name is because I don't want to leave a handle after high school in the future.

After all, in the eyes of many scholars who are aspiring to the imperial examination, the fact that writing a book is a bit unprofessional, and it is better to help people copy books.

He had seen many such readers before, and because he was afraid of being seen, he chose to secretly deliver the manuscript at night every time.

If Chi Fei knew the contents of the shopkeeper's brain supplement, he would definitely want to laugh.

He lied that there was a "master" behind him, but he was afraid that the other party would bully him at a young age and desperately lower the price.

After hesitating for a while, the shopkeeper finally let Chi Fei come into the store.

Literati have a good face, if the owner of this young man is really a scholar, it is better to give a little face. Even if the manuscript is not good, it must be politely sent away.

After lighting the oil lamp, the shopkeeper said to Chi Fei: "Little brother, if you don't mind, can you show me the manuscript?" ”

"Shopkeeper, please." Chi Fei handed over the manuscript.

By the light of the oil lamp, the shopkeeper looked slowly.

Chi Fei didn't make a sound, and sat quietly next to him and waited.

Looking at it, the shopkeeper's expression became more and more serious, and even the speed of turning the page gradually accelerated.

When he was nearly halfway there, there seemed to be a fire flickering in his eyes, and fine sweat oozed from his forehead.

When the plot reaches its climax, his eyes are fixed on the manuscript, he has forgotten everything around him, and all he has in his eyes is the constantly beating words.

Just when he was anxious to know the next plot, he suddenly found that the back was gone, and all the manuscripts were finished.

"Is there only so much for the manuscript? Your master hasn't finished writing yet? The shopkeeper hurriedly asked.

Chi Fei replied: "The writing has already been written, but my master only asked me to bring out half of the manuscript, and the rest is still with him." ”

When the shopkeeper heard this, his instinct as a businessman immediately made him understand.

The young man's owner is not a fool, and he will be wary of others taking the manuscript and not returning it, so he only brings half of it out.

The shopkeeper looked at the manuscript in his hand and fell into deep thought.

He had never seen such a story, such a way of writing.

Looking at it, the writing used to be straightforward, and the wording was not concise enough. But after reading a few more pages, I couldn't help but be attracted by its unique style.

What's even more surprising is that the author portrays the various expressions, dialogues, and psychology of the characters in the book in a nuanced and lifelike way, making people feel as if they are in the middle of it.

The story itself is even more exciting, even an old man like him, who is over half a hundred years old, can't help but be moved by the true and pure youthful feelings between the young man and woman in the book, as if returning to his youth.

But as the saying goes, wisdom must be hurt, and love is deep and long-lived, can such a pure and beautiful relationship really withstand the destruction of reality?

Thinking of this, the shopkeeper asked, "Little brother, can you answer me, did this story end tragically?" ”

Chi Fei couldn't help but admire his acuity, "The shopkeeper is really smart, this story is indeed a tragedy." ”

Sure enough, the shopkeeper couldn't help but sigh.

After putting down the manuscript, the shopkeeper quickly changed from a reader to a businessman, and said: "Then dare to ask the little brother, how much does your master plan to sell this manuscript?" ”

"Before I talk about the price, I want to talk to the shopkeeper about something. My master said that if someone wants to buy this book, the other party must agree to a request, that is, the title of the book cannot be changed, otherwise it will not be sold for any money. ”

The shopkeeper thought for a moment and agreed: "As long as you are a person who understands books, anyone who has read this manuscript will not have any objection to the title of the book." This story is about the matter between Liang Zhu and the two, and there is no better name than this. The old man agreed to this request. ”

"Alright, let's talk about the price. My master explained that I should find a few more bookstores to ask for a price, and let the other party quote first. Truth be told, you're the fourth bookstore I've found. ”

The shopkeeper knew that the other party was prepared, so he said very bluntly: "Judging from this manuscript, your master should be submitting it for the first time." Because I have been in this industry for more than 30 years, it is the first time I have seen such a peculiar style of writing, and if I have seen it, I will definitely be impressed.

According to the rules of our industry, rookie authors are generally between 120 and 150 words per 1,000 words. Those who are slightly famous are generally between 200 and 300 words per 1,000 words. Those who are more famous can get between 400 and 600 Wen. Only the truly top-notch authors can get a high price of one or two thousand words. Mr. Banpo, who was once popular all over the country, got a sky-high price of one or two or three dollars for 1,000 words at the highest. No one has ever been offered this price since. Little brother, what price do you think your master can get? ”

Chi Fei said unhurriedly: "My master said that I should sell the manuscript to the one with the highest price, so it's useless for you to ask me." Let's ask the shopkeeper to quote. ”

It was the first time for the shopkeeper to see such a slippery person, and he couldn't help but be a little speechless.

If it were someone else, even if it was a well-known author, with their reputation in the industry for many years, they would never let the other party pick and choose.

However, after reading these manuscripts, with his vision and experience in this industry for more than 30 years, he knew that once they were printed, they would definitely sell well.

After all, even he, an old connoisseur who has read countless books, is attracted like this, let alone others. So he was really reluctant to let go of such an opportunity.

After thinking about it for a while, the shopkeeper finally spoke: "In this way, I will make an exception and give your master the price of the famous author, five hundred words per thousand words, that is, half a tael of thousand words." Little brother, you can go back and ask your master, and then come back to give me an answer. ”

Chi Fei shook his head and said, "No need, the price you gave the shopkeeper is already the highest among several bookstores." And Juyazhai has been a time-honored brand for many years, I can trust you. The manuscript was sold to you. ”

When the shopkeeper heard this, he immediately smiled.

The two parties agreed to deliver the manuscript with one hand and pay the money with the other.

But instead of trading right now, it will take two days for Chi Fei to bring all the manuscripts over, and the two sides will settle it in person.

This is to prevent someone from submitting more than one manuscript and defrauding several companies of money with one manuscript, so it is necessary to set a transaction in two days.

This is also a common practice in the industry.

During these two days, the bookstore will send people to other bookstores to inquire about the news, so as not to be deceived.

After taking back half of the manuscript, Chi Fei left Juyazhai.

By this time, it was dark, most of the shops were closed, and there were few pedestrians on the road.

Walking on the deserted road, Chi Fei's heart was warm, his eyes were shining, and there was a smile of excitement on his face.

He seems to have found his own way.