Is Zhao Guowei sick?

Immediately, Zhu Mingzhong asked.

"What's wrong with him?"

After Zhu Mingzhong asked, Li Pingpu took the initiative to say.

"If you have a little accident, your condition is quite serious."

"Come, let's not talk about this yet, Mr. Zhu, please take a seat."

Li Pingpu warmly beckoned Zhu Mingzhong to sit down, and then asked.

"What do you want Mr. Zhu to drink? Tea? Or coffee? ”

Zhu Mingzhong waved his hand and said.

"Whatever, it's like this, Editor-in-Chief Li, I'm here this time mainly to deliver the remaining manuscripts of "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch"."

"Just now, I praised Mr. Zhu for writing books quickly, but I didn't expect to finish writing "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch" so quickly."

Li Pingpu smiled and spoke, and at the same time made tea himself.

"Well, there is a plot and a story, and the writing is naturally a little faster."

Zhu Mingzhong smiled, copying a book, even if it is an appropriate revision, it is always faster than writing a book.

"Mr. Zhu is really one of the fastest writers I have ever seen, and he doesn't need to urge the manuscript, let alone delay the manuscript, which is really rare!"

Li Pingpu is not a compliment when he says this, after all, many well-known writers now almost all make a living by writing for magazines and newspapers, and they often submit more than one person, and the efficiency of writing too much will naturally be low, so it is necessary to send people to urge them to urge them to give priority to writing for themselves. Of course, it hardly helps, after all, human energy is limited.

It seems very rare to be like Zhu Mingzhong, in fact, he doesn't know that Zhu Mingzhong just hasn't touched the door and hasn't become famous yet, otherwise he will definitely invest in a few more companies and make more money, after all, he is very poor at money now.

"Editor-in-Chief Li is polite."

Zhu Mingzhong smiled, and when he was thinking about how to take the initiative to talk about the increase in manuscript fees, he heard Li Pingpu say.

"Mr. Zhu, in fact, even if you don't come, I will go to Zhongdu to find you, after your "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch" was published, the response of the market was very good, although I dare not say that the sales of these two issues of the magazine have increased significantly, thanks to your "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch", but it must also be inseparable, I also mentioned this matter with the editor-in-chief Qian, since you are here, I will look at this matter, I will not wait for the next time, and now the manuscript fee must be appropriately increased."

Zhu Mingzhong, who has been copying books behind closed doors, didn't know that "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch" did cause a sensation, especially the image of the heroine it created, which made people's eyes shine, making this originally lifeless martial arts world really amazing, attracting a lot of praise At the same time, the market response was also very good, and it is precisely because of this that Li Pingpu took the initiative to raise the manuscript fee, he didn't want this person to be poached by other newspapers or magazines.

Zhu Mingzhong's eyes lit up, and he asked quietly:

"I don't know how much it can go up?"

It's very interesting.

"Fifty words in a thousand words!"

Li Pingpu stretched out his hand.

Fifty words in a thousand words!

This price is indeed the highest in Zhu Mingzhong's heart, he originally thought it would take some words, but he never thought it would be so smooth.

"In addition, for the previous 300,000-word manuscript, the manuscript fee will be compensated at an additional rate of 10 yuan per 1,000 words."

Yo, that's a bonus. When Zhu Mingzhong was secretly happy, Li Pingpu complained.

"I'm really sorry, I can only get these for Mr. Zhu, please forgive me for the shortcomings."

"Look at what you said, that's pretty good."

At least another 3,000 yuan!

"How many drafts did Mr. Zhu bring this time? The rest of the manuscripts will be paid to Mr. Zhu according to 50 words per 1,000 words! ”

"About 250,000 words."

Zhu Mingzhong smiled, and when he took out the remaining manuscript of "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch" from his bag, he took out the manuscript of "Ping's Tracer Film" and said to Li Pingpu.

"I still have a manuscript here, and I would like to ask Editor-in-Chief Li to take a look at it."

"Oh?"

Li Pingpu looked at the thick manuscript in surprise.

"There's a new work so soon?"

If I was surprised by the speed at which he wrote a book, now I am horrified, and it is really rare for someone to write two books in a row so quickly.

"Ping's Trace? Also martial arts? ”

After that, Li Pingpu picked up the manuscript and read it, and soon he was immersed in the plot, time flew by, and finally, after reading the manuscript of almost 100,000 words, he found that the manuscript had been read with great interest, first half-closed his eyes, and then sighed.

"He is also a madman and a real celebrity, he can cry and sing...... Good words, good words. ”

After saying this, Li Pingpu opened his eyes, looked at Zhu Mingzhong, looked at him carefully for a while, and then sighed.

"Women have to practice neon clothes, and men have Zhang Danfeng, hey...... From now on, I'm afraid that this martial arts will never be able to write such wonderful characters again......"

While shaking his head and sighing, Li Pingpu looked at the manuscript again, and then asked.

"This book is ......"

After thinking for a moment, Li Pingpu said.

"Sixty words in a thousand words, I don't know what Mr. Zhu thinks?"

Okay!

It has risen by ten dollars, and if you are not satisfied, it must be a joke, after all, sixty! This can be said to be a sky-high price, and it also made him feel that Li Pingpu was different from others, so he smiled faintly.

"Thank you, Editor-in-Chief Lee."

"How many drafts are there now?"

"It's already been written, almost 560,000 words!"

"Wow!"

With his eyes wide open in horror, Li Pingpu couldn't help but look at Zhu Mingzhong's hand confidently, this is a hand that can write millions of words in a month!

This...... That's fast.

"Admiration, admiration,"

While shaking his head and sighing, Li Pingpu said again.

"If Mr. Zhu has a new work in the future, please consider the "Periodical" first, although we are a weekly magazine, I think we should be able to keep up with the speed of Mr. Zhu's book."

Seeing Li Pingpu's exaggerated words, Zhu Mingzhong smiled.

"Of course, this is written quickly, because I have nothing to do recently, and I am in a hurry to use money, so I wrote more, and when I am busy with this time, I am afraid that I will not be able to write so fast."

Laughing, Zhu Mingzhong asked again.

"What is Wei Zhi's disease? Where does he live? I'd like to visit if it's convenient. ”

When he left the "Periodical" magazine, he sat in Li Pingpu's car, although he was carrying a huge sum of tens of thousands of yuan, Zhu Mingzhong's face looked a little dignified.

Although I am used to seeing life and death, I never thought that sometimes, life is so fragile.

Speaking of which, Weizhi was also really unlucky, but he only let the nails on the chair cut his finger, but he didn't expect that within a few days, he started a high fever, and the punctured finger was swollen. Sent to the hospital, a check, streptococcal infection ......"

Li Pingpu, who was driving the car, sighed helplessly, and then said.

"The rest of this is only a matter of luck, hey......"

Luck!

Is it a common streptococcal infection that also depends on luck?

What kind of era is this, and medical skills are still so backward?

Although in the Xingqian era, Zhu Mingzhong had long been accustomed to the backwardness of medical skills, although he had also developed "artemisinin", thus promoting the cause of Nanyang Zhuxia colonization, but did not change the reality of backward medical technology, in fact, until he left, although the experts and scholars of the Ming Dynasty drew on the extraction of "artemisinin" and extracted many drugs with high efficacy from many traditional Chinese medicines, it did not change the overall backwardness.

But now that more than 100 years later, why can an ordinary streptococcal infection still kill people?

However, for Zhu Mingzhong, it seems that he can't do anything at all except sighing.

After arriving at the Drum Tower Hospital in Nanjing, Zhu Mingzhong saw Zhao Guowei in the ward, he was having a fever, his consciousness was already a little blurred, and he had no way to speak at all.

However, when he left the hospital, he specifically asked the doctor if there was any drug to kill streptococcus, and the answer was obvious - no.

How so?

Even when he arrived at the train station, Zhu Mingzhong was still thinking about this question in his mind, and even the tens of thousands of yuan he was carrying had no meaning to him.

Although he is not very impressed by Zhao Guowei, and for so many years, Zhu Mingzhong has long been accustomed to seeing life and death, but now he thinks a lot in his mind, and he thinks not only of Zhao Guowei alone, but of the health of the entire Ming Dynasty and even the whole world.

A small streptococcal infection leaves doctors in this era helpless!

But it's really a bit unexpected, this era ...... It's still so backward.

When he came back to his senses from his thoughts, Zhu Mingzhong looked out the window and saw that the train was running on the land of Jiangbei, and glanced at his watch, it was already more than two o'clock in the afternoon, and then Zhu Mingzhong felt a little hungry, and he had been thinking about the problem before, but he didn't pay attention. I touched my somewhat shriveled stomach, except for eating something in the morning, I didn't have time to eat in a hurry at noon.

"Let's go to the dining car and get a bite to eat."

The environment in the dining car is very good, glancing at the dining car, there is no one eating at this hour, Zhu Mingzhong ordered a set meal casually.

While eating, his mind was still pondering the question of whether he could do something about it.

What to do?

Maybe it was because he was thinking about something, so when the food was delivered to the table, Zhu Mingzhong still didn't have any taste, so he hastily took two bites of the food, and then he sat in the dining car and continued to think.

Because he felt a little bored, Zhu Mingzhong called the waiter and bought a pack of cigarettes, although he knew that cigarettes were harmful to health, he still lit the cigarette he had not seen for a long time.

When nicotine smoke was filled with alveoli, Zhu Mingzhong felt a little light, even a little happy, and even his thoughts were much clearer, and he had to admit that sometimes cigarettes can play an unexpected role.

Thinking about it like this, I don't know how long it took, when he pressed the cigarette butt out in the ashtray, Zhu Mingzhong grinned:

"I can do something......"