7

At 5:30 p.m., Chen Beiming, Ma Youwei and others separated in the teahouse.

Ma Youwei wanted to take the others to an event, while Chen Beiming could only go home.

Just walked out of West Lake Park, Ding Dong, a crisp voice sounded in Chen Beiming's mind.

Then, the civet cat's voice sounded: "Congratulations, Chen Beiming, the second task has been completed, and I have been rewarded with five hundred yuan from the system." ”

"Thank you." Chen Beiming is in a good mood, so his attitude is also very good.

His works have been recognized by Ma Youwei.

Ma Youwei told him that he would talk to the editor-in-chief about "Bright Sword" when he went back, and if nothing else, the novel "Bright Sword" could be published in "October" next month, and he would try his best to help him get a new remuneration - 800 words per thousand.

So he's in a good mood.

Hearing Chen Beiming's thanks, the civet cat's mood suddenly improved beyond measure, and after some small talk, she once again turned the topic to loan sharks.

"Chen Beiming, you have five hundred yuan now, and if you have another five hundred yuan, you can go to the mall to buy medicine, with medicine, your leg injury will be healed immediately, maybe you can stay in the special forces and continue to be a special soldier, how good, so, hurry up and borrow five hundred yuan from me first!"

The civet cats are good at it.

It's a pity that Chen Beiming already knew her temperament, and when he heard about mentioning money again, he was immediately alert.

"My third mission is to become a literary soldier, why should I stay in the special forces?" He asked lightly.

This rhetorical question was very powerful, and the civet cat suddenly opened his mouth.

"But don't you want to get better sooner? You only need to borrow 500 yuan, you don't have to suffer from a leg injury anymore, 500 yuan, although the interest is a bit high, but how much interest can you have for 500 yuan? ”

After a pause, the civet cat gritted his teeth: "It's really not good, I can lower the interest a little." ”

It's true?

When Chen Beiming heard this, his heart jumped fiercely.

The injury on his leg was so painful that he often woke up at night, and if he could have gotten better sooner, of course it would have been better.

"Civet, if you are really willing to reduce the interest rate, then this matter is not non-negotiable."

"Really!" When the civet cat heard this, he was full of joy: "That.... How about a thousandth? ”

Thousandth?

Chen Beiming's heart moved.

If a day is one thousandth, then a month is three percent, and this interest rate ..... That's acceptable.

However, just as Chen Beiming was about to agree, the civet cat suddenly said weakly: "One thousandth is an hourly interest rate, and moreover, it is a rolling interest." ”

When Chen Beiming heard this, his lungs were about to explode.

An hour is one thousandth, twenty-four hours a day, how much interest does this get, and the interest is rolling, this is too dark, right?

"Civet, you brought this on yourself!"

In an instant, a large hand fell from the sky, grabbed the civet cat, and threw her into the black prison.

So, in an instant, a terrible scream suddenly resounded in Chen Beiming's mind: "Chen Beiming, you inhumane guy, I want to break off with you!" ”

If you break up, you break up!

Chen Beiming snorted lightly, disapproving.

The system and him become one, on the one hand, he has to complete the tasks of the system, on the other hand, the system has to pin all its hopes on him, only when he gets stronger and stronger, the level of the system will be higher and higher, so as a civet cat who can only represent one percent of the will of the system, he doesn't care about it at all.

Back at the rented house, Chen Beiming simply made a little stuff, ate and drank to his heart's content, and then began to take out paper and pen to continue writing the subsequent chapters of "Bright Sword".

If it can really be serialized in "October", then Ma Youwei will ask Chen Beiming to provide at least 30,000 to 50,000 words of manuscript.

He has only written more than 8,000 words now, which is still far from the minimum requirement of 30,000.

He picked up his pen and continued with the morning episode:

Zhao Gang said to Li Yunlong hatefully: Originally, my mouth was quite clean and civilized, but since I became a partner with you, I have slowly learned badly, I have learned to be full of swearing, and I scolded my mother with one mouth, I am embarrassed to think about myself, what is this called the combination of his mother and workers and peasants? I didn't learn it at all, but I learned to scold and drink.

Li Yunlong listened to it and said happily: That's right, can you be a good soldier if you don't know how to scold? My heart is not happy, a fire is always holding there, what should I do? In a word: fuck it...... The anger is out, what do you cultural people say?

Zhao Gang said: Returning to the intestines.

Li Yunlong laughed: Yes, that's what it means. What should you do if you can't make up your mind, and you are in a dilemma for a long time? That's what the hell about it. It's up to you, isn't it? Can you command the troops in the sour words of your literati? You ordered the first battalion to take down the hill and said, "Commander of the first battalion, please organize your troops to attack the hill, and if you can't take it, I will punish you." This kind of soft words will affect the combat effectiveness of the troops. You have to say this: a battalion, go and take down that hill for Lao Tzu, grandma's, if you can't take it down, I'll chop up your dog. The head of the day.

The more Chen Beiming wrote, the smoother and faster he wrote, and when it was more than ten o'clock in the evening, he counted the finished manuscript paper, and there were more than 20 pages.

"That's all for today." Chen Beiming twisted his somewhat sore neck and rubbed his wrist.

He suddenly felt that it was a bit troublesome to write with a pen, not fast, if he typed with a keyboard, when he was on earth, he could type seven or eight thousand words an hour at the earliest, and the computer level here was much behind, but it was certainly faster than writing with a pen, and more importantly, the things typed out with the computer could be copied and pasted, and it could be easily saved, but written with a pen.... Not really quite aspectly.

"Gotta buy a computer." Chen Beiming made up his mind.

However, according to those memories in my mind, today's computers are not cheap, and those that can be used slightly cost about 10,000 yuan.

"I don't know how much money I have now?"

He hurriedly stood up, rummaged through the cabinets, found all the passbooks and bank cards, and checked carefully, but there were only about 20,000 yuan, and maybe 20,000 yuan was still a few yuan away.

"Whatever, I'll grit my teeth and buy one tomorrow, after all, I'm going to be a literary soldier in the future, how can I create without a computer?"

Early the next morning, Chen Beiming got up early.

He woke up at six o'clock and couldn't sleep, and the routine of the soldier's routine had been deeply engraved in his mind.

Although his legs were still very inconvenient, he still gritted his teeth and came to the community for morning exercises, he couldn't run, so he walked, and after moving his body, he began to do push-ups and pull-ups.

After exercising, I went home and took a shower, then put on my clothes, went out for breakfast, and then went straight to the computer street.