That night, Zheng Xichen sat on the bed, holding the computer in his hand, and browsed a lot of information about making money online.

There are a lot of people who mention Taobao, but that requires capital and needs its own warehouse, which simply doesn't work for her. As for Taobao swiping orders, the money for each order is pitiful, and the number is limited, so you can only make the last choice.

Then, some people mentioned illustrators, translators, etc., Zheng Xichen didn't have this talent, and it didn't work. Further down, someone mentions the writer.

That is, he writes for a living, and he looks for this vine, Zheng Xichen knew about the group of online authors, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and he seemed to see a broad avenue.

"Xichen, why haven't you slept yet?" Li Qing, who was sleeping on the small bed on the side, had already woken up from a sleep.

Zheng Xichen looked at the time and said, "It's only twelve o'clock, I'll watch it for a while, anyway, there will be nothing to do tomorrow, you go to sleep first!" ”

Li Qing turned over and said in a daze: "Don't stay up too late, be careful of hurting the child." ”

"Okay, I'll sleep later." As Zheng Xichen spoke, he had already clicked on a relatively popular website called China and Vietnam.

There are many types of works on this website, but the mainstream is still the president's article.

Zheng Xichen thought, this is probably God showing her the way! Other authors have to meditate on stories for a long time, but she has experienced it herself, and she should write it like a god.

After making up his mind to write a story about his personal experience, Zheng Xichen registered an account, and when he filled in the information, he gave himself a pen name called: Dawn Light.

Li Qing's alarm clock rang at six o'clock, and when she turned off the bell and got up, she found that Zheng Xichen was still holding the computer, engrossed in crackling something on the keyboard.

"Oh my God." Li Qing rubbed his eyes, looked at Zheng Xichen in disbelief and asked, "Xichen, haven't you slept all night?" ”

Zheng Xichen paused for a moment, stretched his waist and said, "I can't sleep anyway, when you go to work later, I'll sleep all morning." ”

"I didn't sleep that night, what were you doing?" Li Qing asked.

Zheng Xichen let out a long yawn and told her, "I probably found a way to work." ”

Li Qing was curious, "What way?" ”

"There's a group on the Internet called Internet Authors, and I registered a pen name last night and tried to create. I have already written more than 10,000 words, and if I write more than 10,000 words today, you can apply for a contract. If you sign a contract, there will be a novice signing reward red envelope of 200 yuan. Zheng Xichen said.

Of course, the signing red envelope of only 200 yuan is not worth mentioning, what attracts her is the various benefits in the back, what is the first reward of 5,000 for the monthly pass, 8,000 for the first subscription and so on.

The most tempting thing is that the website is now holding a competition, and the first place will have a prize of 100,000 yuan, and the website will fund it to go to the Faculty of Arts for further study, and the work will be recommended to film and television companies, and may be adapted into film and television works.

"Web author?" Li Qing suddenly laughed, "I often hey, I never know, can anyone write it?" ”

Zheng Xichen said: "Yes, anyone who registers a pen name can write, but if you want to get profits, you must sign a contract with the website." ”

"What are the conditions for signing the contract?" Li Qing was also ready to move.

"I don't know, the content and quality of it! If the editor is satisfied, they will sign you. Zheng Xichen looked at the computer screen, inexplicably full of confidence in himself.

You must know that when she was studying, she had the best Chinese grades, and she was absolutely good at writing or something.

Li Qing got up and changed his clothes, and after going to the bathroom to wash up, he went out with his bag. Zheng Xichen, who stayed up all night, was so dizzy that he really didn't have the energy to write anymore, so he turned off the computer and fell asleep.

She slept a long night and dreamed a lot, dreaming of the happy time with Kwon Ye, and also dreaming of the time when she lost her mother when she was a child and was lonely and helpless.

Slowly, the scene changed again, and the faces of Li Li and Li Qiang's mother and son gradually emerged.

When Li Qiang stabbed Quan Ye with a bright knife, Zheng Xichen suddenly screamed and did it, and when he opened his eyes, he found that his mobile phone was ringing.

It's Li Li, Zheng Xichen looked at these two words and was a little stunned, what did she call for?

"Hey."

"Zheng Xichen, you killed my son, you murderer, you killed my son!" On the other end of the phone, Li Li roared heartbreakingly.

Zheng Xichen couldn't help but be taken aback and asked her, "Li Qiang is dead?" ”

"Isn't that what you want? I will not let you go, and I must avenge my son!" Li Li's words were full of despair and pain.

And although Zheng Xichen was very disgusted with Li Li, he also knew what it was like to lose his loved ones, so he didn't care about her for the time being, and said patiently: "His death has nothing to do with me, he died in a car accident, and the police will give you an explanation for this." If it really had something to do with me, I wouldn't be able to talk to you on the phone right now. Finally, condolences. ”

Hanging up the phone on his own, Zheng Xichen glanced at the time, and then threw the phone aside. It was already half past three in the afternoon, and in more than an hour, Li Qing would get off work.

At this time, Zheng Xichen's stomach was already rumbling with hunger, but fortunately, Li Qing bought a lot of dry food and put it in the refrigerator, so she casually ate a few slices of bread and drank some water to fill her stomach, turned on the computer and continued to write her.

As soon as it was full of 30,000 words, Zheng Xichen applied for the contract, and the editor replied to her three days later, and she signed it smoothly. However, make sure to update at least 6,000 words a day.

This was not a problem for Zheng Xichen at all, so he replied: "OK, no problem." ”

Editor singing: "Then I'll send you the contract later, and after signing it, mail it to me along with a copy of your ID card." ”

Zheng Xichen: "Okay, please send me the address." ”

Soon, the editor sent the address, and Zheng Xichen saw that it was from the city. Moreover, she is still familiar with the address of the company, so can't she send it over directly? Save her the cost of postage.

After the editor agreed, Zheng Xichen got dressed in a hurry, cleaned himself up a little, and went out to print the contract

"You wrote it?" The owner of the print shop saw the contents of the contract and asked casually.

Zheng Xichen was a little embarrassed, so he said, "Well, novice...... It's only been two days since I wrote it. ”

The boss smiled: "I usually like cultural people the most, come on, I will pay attention to your works." ”

After printing the contract, Zheng Xichen bought a document bag there, put a copy of the contract and ID card in it, and then took a bus to the company's location.

I changed trains halfway through and it took half an hour to get to the downstairs of the building.

Zhongyue was on the thirteenth floor, and after Zheng Xichen wiped his sweat, he walked in, and then went straight to the elevator door. It's not yet noon time to get off work, so there are not many people at the elevator door at this point, only a man in a suit, holding a mobile phone and making a call.

"Ding-dong." The elevator stops on the first floor.

Zheng Xichen's advanced elevator, the man in the suit followed, seeing that he could still make a phone call in the elevator, Zheng Xichen couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "Isn't there no signal in the elevator?" How can you still make a phone call. ”

The man in the suit listened to it in his ears and hung up the phone before saying, "It's not 100 percent." ”

"Huh? What the? Zheng Xichen was stunned for a moment.

"No signal." Men in suits.

There was another dingdong, the elevator stopped on the thirteenth floor, the man in the suit walked straight out, Zheng Xichen was stunned in the elevator for a few seconds before walking out in small steps, but after coming out, he couldn't see anyone else.

The thirteenth floor is a company, that is, Zhongyue, presumably, he should be an employee here!

"Hello." Zheng Xichen walked to the front desk and said to the girl at the front desk, "I'm here to deliver the contract." ”

The girl at the front desk glanced at her, kept a polite smile and asked, "What kind of contract?" ”

"To sign the contract, I told the editor that I would send it myself. She told me to tell you when I arrived, that you would go over and call her. Zheng Xichen said.

"Oh, that's it!" The girl at the front desk asked again, "Then what's your editor's name?" ”

Zheng Xichen was stunned for a moment, and remembered, "Her name is light singing." ”

"Shallow singing? Are you sure it's him? "The expression at the front desk was strange.

Zheng Xichen didn't know why, so he replied in a firm tone: "Sure, it's her." ”

"Alright! Then please sit on the couch for a moment, and I'll call for a briefing. The front desk got up and headed inside.

In the office, the man in a suit who had just come in with Zheng Xichen was sitting on the boss's chair sipping coffee, when he heard someone knocking on the door outside, so he looked up at the door.

"Please come in."

It was the girl at the front desk who came in, walked up to the man, and asked with a shy expression: "Mr. Qi, a woman outside came to deliver the contract, saying that she was the author of the 'Light Singing' signing." You...... Have you ever signed a person? ”

That's right, the editor named Light Singing is none other than Qi Zhongyue, the boss of Zhongyue. Although he occupies a place as an editor, due to the strict signing conditions, it has been ten years since the company was founded, but he has never signed a person.

Over time, everyone will get used to it, and these two words are purely dispensable. Unexpectedly, someone came to the door today, so for a while, the front desk couldn't believe it.

"I signed one, and she said that she would send the contract over, let her in!" Qi Zhongyue said.

Seeing that the front desk was stunned, he asked again, "What's wrong?" Why are you still stunned? ”

"It's okay, it's okay, I just think it'...... It's just weird. The front desk quickly turned away and returned to the door.

Zheng Xichen was already in a hurry, for fear that something would happen, and the other party would refuse to sign her again. So, when I saw that the front desk was back, I hurriedly got up and asked, "How is it?" What did she say? ”