"That's it, Mr. Zhu, you see ...... like this"

As if he had made some major decision, Li Pingpu said.

"How about fifteen thousand words?"

"Twenty in a thousand words!"

No matter what, you have to get a famous price.

"Eighteen thousand words!"

"Twenty in a thousand words!"

Facing Zhu Mingzhong, who did not make any concessions, Li Pingpu said again.

"Twenty is fine, but the taxes are at your own expense."

"Twenty after tax!"

Just kidding, Zhu Mingzhong, who personally set the individual income tax, didn't know that the manuscript fee had to be taxed at 10 percent. If it is in arrears, it is exile...... Well, I don't know if there's anything else to say about it now, but it's better to leave this tax to the magazine.

Pretending to be embarrassed for a while, Li Pingpu sighed.

"That's okay, it's 20 words after tax."

In fact, since Li Pingpu came to Zhongdu, he didn't plan to give him a newcomer price, although the twenty of the famous ones was slightly higher, but it was still within the range that he could accept, but as an associate editor-in-chief, of course, he had to lower the price, so that he could explain to the directors.

As for Zhu Mingzhong, he is not satisfied with these twenty, nor is he dissatisfied, which is both expected and unexpected. After all, he is a newcomer, since he is a newcomer, he must have the knowledge of a newcomer, and as for the future, he will increase the manuscript fee if he is famous.

According to the standard of 1,000 words and 20 words, there are 200,000 words in the manuscript handed before, plus these 100,000 words, a total of 300,000 words The manuscript fee is 6,000 yuan.

After writing the check, when Zhao Guowei was preparing the contract, Li Pingpu said with a smile.

"In addition to the issuance of periodicals, our "Periodical" also distributes, and in terms of distribution channels alone, there is no one in the country who can compare with us, after all, our magazine has been distributed to North America, if Mr. Zhu has a trustworthy and contemptible person, this "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch" can be entrusted to us to publish, I don't know what Mr. Zhu thinks."

Looking for you is looking at your channels.

Zhu Mingzhong said to himself in his heart, but he noticed that even now, the people of the Ming Dynasty still called the Chinese Empire in North America "North America", which also made him think that it seems that there has been too much controversy within the empire about the "independence" of the "Chinese Empire", and the people regard North America as a traitor. Some people even took the ignorance of the North American Zhuxia during the "Civilization Expedition", accusing them of never thinking of themselves as a member of the Zhuxia.

Although there have been many debates about the cause of the "Civilization Expedition", there is no doubt that it was a big event for the Ming Dynasty, and the same is true for the Zhuxia.

The Zhuxia nations have been fighting for a hundred years, destroying more than 100 countries, and suffering more than one million casualties!

In a simple sentence, we can see the impact of that war on the Ming Dynasty. It is precisely because of this that they are dissatisfied with the North American Zhuxia. However, Zhu Mingzhong can understand them - the population of Zhuxia in North America is too small, and it is not that they did not send troops, but they are very few, and they are more of a symbol.

After signing the contract, Zhu Mingzhong stuffed the check into his wallet and nodded.

"Okay, in this case, it will trouble Editor-in-Chief Li."

Compared with magazine serialization, publishing a book is simpler, after all, that price has been set a hundred years ago, with several copyright lawsuits, the share between the publisher and the author of the published book.

After simply finalizing the publication of "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch" by the "Periodical", after talking about business, he naturally began to order and eat, and during the meal, Li Pingpu naturally told him again, for Zhu Mingzhong's works, he was naturally very simple, but he also reminded him to pay attention to quality, so he didn't want to be fooled at will because he wanted to get more manuscript fees.

"It's true that the books are all for the sake of rice, but we must not only focus on rice and ignore the quality."

Zhu Mingzhong replied with a smile.

"This is natural, "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch" is my first book, and I will naturally try to write it as well as possible."

It's copying!

Zhu Mingzhong said to himself from the bottom of his heart, but there was no psychological pressure in his heart.

When dining in the Roman restaurant, although Zhu Mingzhong found some memories, he did not meet some descendants of the old people as he imagined, and even Zhu Minghe's old people, after all, he was just a young man who graduated from an ordinary academy in a small place. As for his childhood sweetheart who married a certain minor nobleman, it seems that he will not have any contact with him anymore.

After dinner, he refused Li Pingpu's move to call a car to take him home, left the Roman restaurant, and walked straight to the nearby subway station, which now has the densest subway network in the world, after all, it is a city with a population of nearly 40 million.

Different from the subway with oil lamps that used to be on with the smell of soot, the current subway is an electric locomotive, and the electric lights are lit in the carriage, and the carriage looks a little old, because it is already ten o'clock in the evening, and there are not many people in the carriage, including Zhu Mingzhong, there are only five people, two young men and women who look like students, they seem to be reading, but Zhu Mingzhong can see that they are holding each other's hands, obviously a pair of young lovers, a middle-aged woman, an office worker, an office worker holding a briefcase, is dozing, It was quiet in the carriage.

Perhaps because it was too quiet and idle, Zhu Mingzhong took out the check. This is a check from the Jinling Bank - six thousand yuan.

The 6,000 yuan is equivalent to the income of ordinary office workers for four to five years, and it is equivalent to Han Bingling's income for almost 100 months, while Zhu Mingzhong only paid for a few days.

"It doesn't seem that hard to make money."

Zhu Mingzhong couldn't help muttering.

Once upon a time, he was still worried about his livelihood, but now? However, just by copying it, I earned a few thousand yuan, and I will earn more in the future, after all, the manuscript has not yet been handed in, plus the subsequent publication. It's just going to earn more and more.

As for what can you do with the 6,000 yuan?

With the price of Zhongdu, you can buy four apartments with a small area and a bag to live in, of course, if you think of the city center, you have to pour at least 2 hours of subway every day.

If it is in the city center, this money is enough to buy an apartment, and the ordinary conjoined building in the area needs at least 10,000 yuan or more, and as for the good location, it is hard to find. There are always more people buying and fewer people selling.

Zhongdu will always be full of attraction to the world.

"Perhaps, you should consider renting an apartment, as for this place...... Let's move out. ”

Zhu Mingzhong, who was not used to the basement, couldn't help but think on the way back to his residence, and in the end, he went directly to a hotel on the side of the road to stay, compared to the basement, at least it was quieter here, in fact, it was not quiet there, and it was even more noisy, and a pair of dog men and women next door were not idle all night.

The next day, Zhu Mingzhong, who hadn't slept well all night, came to the tea house again after breakfast, and as soon as he sat down, the coffee cup was put in front of him, it was Han Bingling.

"Looks like you didn't sleep well last night."

"Well, I had a happy event yesterday."

Glad...... Happy to kill the pair of dog men and women, Zhu Mingzhong scolded in his heart, but with a smile on his face.

"Happy? Is yours going to be published? ”

Han Bingling said with a smile,

"Then I invite you for this cup of coffee today to congratulate you."

"Thank you,"

Maybe it was because she was his only acquaintance here, so Zhu Mingzhong wanted to share his joy with her.

"When will it be published? Is that magazine? Or a newspaper? You must warn me when the time comes. ”

Looking at Han Bingling, who was full of joy, Zhu Mingzhong's bad mood was also much better, so he joked.

"I think my one is likely to be made into a movie. Perhaps, when the time comes, you can be the heroine. ”

"Ahh Are you sure? ”

Han Bingling, who was originally just happy for Zhu Mingzhong, pointed to himself and asked confidently:

"Me? May I? My looks, my ......"

"Absolutely. Why not? Appearance, your appearance is very beautiful, and you are lustful and murderous, have you ever heard of this sentence? As long as the heroine is beautiful, the movie will be successful. ”

Zhu Mingzhong said with a smile, looking at Han Bingling, who was so excited that he couldn't even breathe, for fear that she would have any accidents, he quickly stood up, patted her on the back and said.

"Don't get excited, I know you're excited. Calm, calm...... Take a deep breath, yes, inhale, exhale...... Okay, okay, is it okay now? ”

"Hmmm......"

Han Bingling took a deep breath and responded.

"Well, I'll tell you...... Actually, I guess it will take a long time for this matter, after all, mine has not been published yet,"

Yes...... Han Bingling, who was originally excited, reacted at this time, and seemed to be excited in vain. She was still full of excitement a moment ago, but in an instant, her face was full of loss. People just said maybe, when the time comes...... God knows, at this time, whether he can make a movie or not, you want to be a movie star and want to go crazy.

"But I got my first manuscript fee yesterday, so, if you don't mind, you can leave work early today, and then I treat you to a big meal, thank you for taking care of me during this time."

"You have a conscience!"

Han Bingling, whose mood had returned to normal, glanced at the store and said.

"You'll have to wait until I get off work, though."

"Okay, no problem, you get busy with yours first, I'll write for a while."

Zhu Mingzhong pointed to the manuscript paper on the table and said.

Then, everything was the same as usual, Zhu Mingzhong sat on the street and "wrote", as for Han Bingling, although he was overjoyed, he would still walk over to refill him from time to time as usual.

After the day was over, until the evening, Han Bingling, who had changed into work clothes, came to Zhu Mingzhong and said to him.

"Let's go, where are we going to eat?"