"If," Zhong Yuan said, "I mean, if you can rely on your dreams to eat and even live a decent life, are you willing to work hard for your dreams?"

"If I could, of course I would. Li Baoan said dejectedly, "However, this is basically impossible. There are so many pirated copies on the Internet, and there are so many people who watch pirated copies, not to mention that it is very difficult to live a decent life by relying on it, but it is very difficult to eat by it. ”

The online writing career back then seemed to be an eternal pain in Li Baoan's heart, and after a few years, he still can't let go.

At the mention of that topic, his brows furrowed, and the trace of pain between his eyebrows could not be erased.

"Why don't you give it a try?" Zhong Yuan said, "Maybe you can succeed with a little hard work? There are not only pirated readers in this world, but there are still many genuine readers." ”

"I don't want to try, I don't dare to try again, and I'm not qualified to try again......," Li Baoan shook his head and said, "I'm a lot older, it's no longer the age to chase dreams, it's time to wake up, and live honestly and honestly." ”

He smiled bitterly: "Although there are genuine readers, there are too many pirated copies." Although my book is very popular, I have three or four thousand collections when I finish it, but there are only dozens of subscriptions. There are dozens of times more people who look at pirated copies than they do when they look at genuine copies, and there is no hope for this industry. ”

"But isn't there also some people who are very good? I often see in the news that there are many rich people who write about the Internet. Zhong Yuan asked suspiciously.

"Yes, but very little, very little, so that's the news. Li Baoan said, "There are too many people who write about the Internet, and there are a few decent people, which is not surprising." There will be a few rich people among the beggars. ”

Speaking of this, Li Baoan smiled self-deprecatingly: "In fact, the income of online writers, whether overall or average, is too far worse than that of beggars. ”

Zhong Yuan thought to himself: "You are insulting people by comparing the income of beggars and online writers, not to mention online writers, even your current security industry cannot compare the per capita income with beggars." ”

But after thinking about it for a while, security guards belong to the service industry, and most of the beggars have the nature of street performances, and they belong to the same literary and artistic workers as online writers, so the analogy is indeed a little more suitable.

Looking at Li Baoan's expression, Zhong Yuan knew that his mind had been decided, and he didn't want to write online articles, and he felt a little regretful and guilty - he mentioned the sadness of others.

"It seems that you really don't want to write about the Internet anymore, it's really a pity, because I really like you. Zhong Yuan stood up and said, "Originally, I thought that if you are willing to write again, I can pay you to write a network based on me, it seems that I have thought too much." Sorry to bother you. ”

He was very sorry in his heart, but he had to respect the other party's choice.

He got up and prepared to go to Manager Liu, and asked Manager Liu to arrange for this security guard to be a squad leader, or directly to be a minister - this is very easy to operate, Manager Liu sat in the position of president, and the position of manager came out, and the current minister was mentioned to the manager, and the minister also came out.

Although I was disappointed that this security guard refused to write about the Internet anymore, after all, he was a writer he once liked, and I still hope that he can live a little better.

At this time, Li Baoan spoke:

"How much?"

Zhong Yuan looked at him in amazement, not knowing what this thoughtless sentence meant.

"I mean, how much are you willing to pay for me to write one for you?" said Li Baoan a little shyly.

Zhong Yuan smiled and sat down again: "What, you want to write again?"

"After all, it was a dream...... Li Baoan said, "When you need to eat, you can't eat it as a meal, so you naturally have to throw it away." If you can rely on this, then why not chase it?"

Zhong Yuan said: "So-"

"So the question now is, how much can you contribute?" Li Baoan said with some embarrassment, "If I can continue to live without a job, then I am willing to write." ”

He was a little impressed.

He had heard that the owner of the company was a very, very rich man, and a little bit of money in his fingers was enough for him to eat for three or five years.

Zhong Yuan pondered for a while and said, "One hundred thousand, three million words, how about it?"

He roughly understands the speed of this author's codeword, three million words take about two years, that is, 50,000 yuan a year, that is, a little more than 4,000 a month, although it is not as good as being a security guard in Hongjing Property, but the work and rest time is free.

And writing doesn't mean you're all incomeless.

Even if you hit the street again, as long as you sign a contract and put it on the shelves, you can guarantee 4,000 words of updates a day, and you will have 600 yuan a month, which is also an income.

"So, what about copyright?" asked Li Baoan again.

"Of course it's yours, so you'll have the motivation to write seriously. Zhong Yuan said with a smile.

After thinking about it, he added, "If you can write well, I will also consider rewarding you with a Golden Alliance Master or something." ”

A Golden Alliance is only 100,000 yuan, which is naturally nothing to Zhong Yuan now, and the money he throws out by bribing the Western media can reward hundreds of thousands of Golden Alliances.

In this way, I also hope that this author can write better.

After all, it's a film based on him, and it's a little exciting to think about it.

Although he will soon leave the earth, he can't see that part that hasn't been written yet, and he can't give rewards, but this kind of thing can be entrusted to Xiao Wu and Meng Ti.

As the top women of this era, Xiao Wu and Meng Ti's appreciation level is definitely top-notch, and Zhong Yuan is very confident in this.

Don't they like "Recreating the Mixed Yuan" too?

"That ......" Security Officer Li rubbed his hands and asked a little embarrassedly, "How is the money given?"

This is important.

If he quit his job and went back to write just because of someone's words, hehe, he would probably face a very intense women's singles when he got home.

"Well, give cash. Zhong Yuan's storage ring contained money, so he casually took out some and gave it to Security Officer Li: "Can you fit it in your pocket?"

"It can be loaded, it can be loaded. ”

As he spoke, Security Officer Li excitedly put the money in his pocket, stuffing it to the brim.

"Have you ever thought of giving this book a better name?" Zhong Yuan asked.

Li Baoan thought for a while and said, "Well, Mr. Zhong, you are also a security guard, and now you have become a big boss, so it is better to call the title of the book "The Counterattack of Security Guards". ”

The corners of Zhong Yuan's mouth twitched, and he suddenly regretted asking this guy to write his own story.

The title of this book sounds like it's going to hit the street!