Parallel world, Koko Motoro.

Three watches in the middle of the night.

In a small and obsessive public house, this is the home of Zhong Daqiang, a comrade-in-arms of Wang Xiaobao's original father.

Today's housing prices are about 3,000 yuan per square meter in Central, and remote places are slightly cheaper.

But with Zhong Daqiang's current net worth, he can only squeeze public housing with his family.

In a public house less than the size of a room in his hometown, there are six members of his comrade-in-arms Zhong Daqiang's family.

The area of public housing is ordinary, this house is only 38 square meters, but it is also separated from three bedrooms and one living room.

One is the residence of Zhong Daqiang and his wife, the other is where the three Zhong Chuhong sisters live, and the youngest one is where Zhong Chujie lives.

Now that Wang Xiaobao has arrived, he is even more crowded and squeezed, and Zhong Chujie is squeezed into a room.

Fortunately, the original father once blocked bullets for his comrades, which was a fateful friendship.

Regarding the arrival of Wang Xiaobao, Zhong Daqiang's family had no complaints.

Even, Zhong Daqiang also said that he wanted to marry his eldest daughter to him.

"Whew."

On the lower bunk of the upper and lower beds on the iron shelf, Zhong Chujie, who was only eight years old, slept soundly.

"Hold the grass, this is so beautiful, I can't imagine that the people of later generations are so talented"

Wang Xiaobao on the top bunk hid in the quilt, and stayed up all night with red eyes.

The first one he read was called "Zhu Xian"!

The magnificent Shenzhou Continent, the flying Xiuzhen realm, the two ways of good and evil opposites, and the protagonists and supporting characters with distinct personalities

All of this has brought Wang Xiaobao a new experience.

Just like when Su Qing first came into contact with the Internet, staying up late to read books is even more basic.

"It's such a, and you can't detonate Xiangjiang?"

At this time, Wang Xiaobao is full of confidence in the future.

He took out the letter paper and pen he bought during the day from his personal space, and hid in the bed to copy the text of "Zhu Xian".

[Title]: Zhu Xian

[Author's name]: Lao Wang next door

[Introduction]: There are no gods in this world, but since ancient times, human beings have seen their surroundings

took a pen name of 'Lao Wang next door' for himself, and Wang Xiaobao began the great cause of copying.

Relying on the light of the mobile phone, copy one stroke at a time.

Fortunately, he has cultivated martial arts, and his physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people.

Otherwise, not to mention the problem of sore hands, I am afraid that a pair of eyes will be blind.

But now the conditions are poor, and Wang Xiaobao has no choice but to do it.

Although Wang Sheng asked Su Qing to transfer a hundred taels of gold to him, how dare he take it out and use it, for fear that he would not be chopped up on the spot.

Time passed quickly, and the sky was getting brighter.

From 1 o'clock in the morning to half past 6 o'clock in the morning, Wang Xiaobao finished copying the third chapter of "The Great Wish", a total of 13,000 words.

At the end of the story, it was written that the protagonist Zhang Xiaofan was slapped behind his back and passed out, and there was no more.

"Brother Wang, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."

At this time, a crisp voice sounded under the edge of the bed, waking up Wang Xiaobao.

He hurriedly put his phone into his personal space, this thing can't be discovered.

Then, lift the quilt and take a look.

Next to the bed stood a delicate-looking girl with her hands on her hips.

The girl's name is Zhong Chuhong, sixteen years old this year, and she is the eldest daughter of her original father's comrade-in-arms Zhong Daqiang.

She was wearing a simple pink dress, with a graceful figure, snowy skin, and a pair of beautiful eyes glaring at him with disgust.

"Ah, Sister Hong, do you have to make it clear, what kind of person am I?"

Wang Xiaobao was a little confused by the second monk, where did he offend her?

"You say, did you hide in the quilt and do something bad just now?"

Zhong Chuhong pointed at him and said viciously.

"Doing bad things? What bad things can I do? ”

Wang Xiaobao is even more innocent, can I write something bad?

"Ahem, Xiaohong shut up."

At this time, Zhong Daqiang, who was a father, coughed awkwardly and called out to the girl.

Even if Wang Xiaobao hid in the quilt and drew a map, it was not something that a girl who had not yet left the cabinet could say.

So do you want her reputation? Do you want to get married in the future?

"Uncle Zhong, Sister Hong, I stayed up late at night to write the beginning of a book, and I was going to submit it to Jin Yong's "Ming Pao".

Wang Xiaobao jumped out of bed, proudly raised the manuscript in his hand, and said to Zhong Daqiang.

"Write? Just you? ”

Zhong Chuhong gave him a blank look, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"What, Sister Hong, don't you believe it?"

Wang Xiaobao smiled and said, "Otherwise, how about we make a bet?" ”

"What bet?"

Zhong Chuhong asked.

"If I serialize in a newspaper and get paid."

Wang Xiaobao smiled and said, "Even if I win." ”

"Impossible."

Zhong Chuhong didn't believe it at all.

"What if I win?"

Wang Xiaobao asked.

"Hmph, if you win, I won't talk about you in the future."

It's no wonder that Zhong Chuhong has been targeting Wang Xiaobao, mainly as soon as this guy came, her old bean said that she wanted to marry him.

said that it was to repay Wang Xiaobao's father for saving Zhong Daqiang's life, and he would be close to each other again.

As soon as the girl heard about this, she was stunned on the spot, where would she agree.

"If I win, how about you marry me?"

Wang Xiaobao said.

"Hmph, let's talk about it when you win."

Zhong Chuhong's face was flushed with shame, and she ran away after snorting coldly.

"Xiaobao, can you still write? That's a good dare, if you write a book like Jin Yong and become famous, you and Ah Hong will get married. ”

Zhong Daqiang was happy to see it, patted him on the shoulder, and encouraged.

"Okay, Uncle Zhong, I'll try to catch up with Sister Hong."

Wang Xiaobao nodded, beauty, who doesn't like it.

After brushing his teeth, washing his face and eating breakfast, he left Zhong's house.

When I came to the Ming Pao Building by car, I couldn't help but sigh when I looked at the surrounding high-rise buildings and the crowds coming in and out.

This is where my Wang Xiaobao rises!

Walking into the front desk of the building, Wang Xiaobao asked the beautiful woman at the front desk: "May I ask which one is Mr. Jin Yong's office?" ”

"Is there anything you can do, do you have an appointment?"

The front desk lady took out the reservation book and asked.

"I wrote a very good article, and I would like to ask Mr. Kim Yong for some advice."

Raising the manuscript that Yang rushed out in the middle of the night, Wang Xiaobao replied confidently.

“？ Please register and leave the manuscript here, and we will hand it over to Mr. Kim for your review. ”

The front desk lady was not surprised, and the routine reply.

"I'm going to hand it over to Mr. Kim Yong in person!"

"Sir, this is not in accordance with our company regulations."

"Forget it."

After the negotiation was fruitless, Wang Xiaobao had to leave disappointed.

He knew that if he put the manuscript in the foreground, it would most likely be the fate of being thrown into the trash.

He didn't believe it, as good as "Zhu Xian", he would not find a newspaper willing to serialize it.

Soon, Wang Xiaobao found another newspaper, Oriental Daily.

This newspaper was founded in 69 years, and in the initial period, there were only more than 10 staff members, and 1 paper folio was published, and the sales were not good.

At the beginning of the 70s, a famous writer was hired to write dog scriptures, and the sales increased, and the newspaper increased to one and a half sheets, and more than 80,000 copies were sold after a year and a half.

Last fall, the content of the purified supplement exceeded 100,000 copies, and the Ming newspaper was defeated one after another.

Soon, however, Ming Pao began to publish Wesley's works by Nissen, and for a time he was defeated.

The sales volume of the Oriental Daily also fell from 100,000 to 80,000 copies, a dismal batch.

As soon as Wang Xiaobao arrived at the Oriental Daily, he said to the front desk:

"Hurry up and inform your editor-in-chief, I have a work in my hand that is no less than Jin Yong's "Shooting the Condor", which can turn your Oriental Daily around and surpass Ming Pao's sales."

As soon as these words came out, the front desk lady was shocked on the spot.

dares to compare with Jin Yong's "Shooting the Condor", this person's tone is not ordinary.

She didn't dare to slack off, and soon brought Wang Xiaobao to the editor-in-chief of Oriental Daily.

Soon, Wang Xiaobao met Editor-in-Chief Zhou in the office.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties, tall and thin, with eyes like torches, giving people a very shrewd appearance.

Since the boss Dongfang Ma ran around the road, Editor-in-Chief Zhou has become the actual person in charge of the newspaper.

"You say, your work can be compared to "Shooting the Condor", and it can also turn the tide of our newspaper?"

Editor-in-chief Zhou looked Wang Xiaobao up and down, almost writing the three words of disbelief on his face.

"Well, no matter how much you say, it's better to see than to believe."

"Editor-in-chief Zhou might as well take a look for himself to know if I'm talking big."

Wang Xiaobao took out the first three chapters of "Zhu Xian" and handed them over.

These days, he inquired about some news.

There are many large and small newspapers in Xiangjiang, but the first few are Ming Pao and Oriental Daily.

Since Ming Pao rejected his own manuscript, he was bound to win it by Oriental Daily.

"Oh? Okay, I'll take a look first. ”

Editor-in-chief Zhou took the manuscript and looked at "Zhu Xian" with suspicion.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he didn't like the words about the gods in the introduction.

But soon, the brow gradually relaxed, mixed with a faint hint of excitement.

With his literary accomplishment, you can see the potential of this book at a glance.

is no less than "Shooting the Condor", and it's really not bragging!

"Well, the subject matter is indeed interesting, and it is somewhat similar to "The Legend of Shushan Immortal Sword".

"However, it is still a little unlikely that you will overpower Wesley, who is in the Ni frame fire, and turn things around."

After reading more than 13,000 words quickly, Editor-in-Chief Zhou forcibly suppressed his desire to read the follow-up content, pretending to be not very satisfied.

An old man like him naturally knows how to negotiate.

Only by belittling the work can the price be lowered!

"Let's make a price for the editor-in-chief that week."

Wang Xiaobao said.

Whether the book is good or not, it doesn't matter if one person says it.

Only market feedback is the only criterion for testing quality.

"Twenty words, how?"

Editor-in-chief Zhou quoted a price.

"Huh? Leave! ”

Wang Xiaobao snatched the manuscript from his hand, turned around and left.

At this price, what about Hanako?

He had inquired, and Ni Frame had taken 80 words in Ming Pao.

What's more, Jin Yong is well-known for picking the door, according to the normal market price, the Ni frame can take at least 100 to 200 words per 1,000 words.

Wang Xiaobao believes that the quality and audience of "Zhu Xian" are no worse than the Wesley series of Ni Frame.

The price offered by Editor-in-Chief Zhou was too low for him to accept.

"Hey, don't go, how about thirty thousand words?"

"Forty!"

"Fifty!"

Seeing that Wang Xiaobao turned around to leave, Editor-in-Chief Zhou was willing to let go of the big fish and hurriedly grabbed him.

But after quoting the price several times in a row, Wang Xiaobao never let go.

"And how much do you want?"

In the end, Editor-in-Chief Zhou was really helpless, so he had to let him make his own offer.

"One hundred and fifty yuan for a thousand words!"

Seeing this, Wang Xiaobao finally spoke.

"Scared, why don't you grab it?"

"Ni Frame has only taken a thousand words and eighty, and you will ask for one hundred and fifteen when you open your mouth?"

"No way, it's absolutely impossible!"

As if he had been stepped on by the tail, Editor-in-Chief Zhou jumped three feet high on the spot.

"I will pay a maximum of 80 words for 1,000 words, and it is impossible to agree to it above this price."

After calming down, Editor-in-Chief Zhou quoted a reserve price.

"No, a thousand words is a hundred and five, a lot of points."

Wang Xiaobao shook his head, unmoved.

"Mr. Wang, you don't know, the water in the newspaper is very deep, and the average writer only takes twenty or thirty thousand words."

"A famous artist like Jin Yong only takes one or two hundred words per thousand, and Ni Frame only takes eighty words per thousand."

"You are just a newcomer, your work has not been tested by the market, and no one may buy it, and our newspaper has to take a lot of risks."

"The price of 80 thousand words is not low, so I will accept it when I see it!"

Seeing this, Editor-in-Chief Zhou persuaded him bitterly, he really didn't want to miss this manuscript.

Otherwise, with his temperament, the newcomer lion opened his mouth, how far away is it for me to roll as far as I want.

"Well, let's take a step back."

"In the first 100,000 words, let's calculate it according to what you said in 1,000 words and 80."

"After 100,000 words, let's see the market response, and then talk about the price, what do you think?"

Wang Xiaobao thought about it for a while, although he thought that the quality of Zhu Xian was very good, but this was another time and space after all.

It is possible that it will be an instant hit, and readers may not buy it, which is all uncertain.

"Oh? Yes, just do as you say, how many words do you expect to be able to write in this work? ”

When Editor-in-Chief Zhou heard this, he accepted his statement in his heart and asked calmly.

"The number of words, about a million words."

There are more than 1.2 million words in the whole Zhuxian, but Wang Xiaobao only started writing at this time, of course, he can't say that.

"A million? Yes, we have a happy cooperation! ”

When Editor-in-Chief Zhou heard it, this number of words is not much, and several of Jin Yong's works are all this number of words.

So, I happily negotiated the cooperation and signed the contract on the spot.

After signing the contract, Wang Xiaobao also got the first 13,000 words of manuscript fee.

One thousand and forty dollars!

At this time, the average salary income in Xiangjiang was three or four hundred yuan per month.

In the mainland, there are even less, and it is good to get 350 yuan a month.

Wang Xiaobao doesn't expect to make a fortune on manuscript fees, he just needs a bright way to make a fortune and make his reputation.

If you are short of money to spend, it's a big deal to ask your father to get some gold and exchange it for money.

With the first manuscript fee in hand, Wang Xiaobao went to the mall to buy a gift for each of Zhong Daqiang's family.

"You bought it for me?"

Holding Wang Xiaobao's newly bought beautiful dress, Zhong Chuhong was a little shy while being pleasantly surprised.

"Okay, okay, I'll just say that Xiaobao has the ability, 80 words a thousand words, and 800 yuan a day to write 10,000 words."

Zhong Xiaoqiang patted him on the shoulder happily and cried with joy: "This is more than what I can earn in a month." ”

After everyone was happy, Wang Xiaobao opened the chat group and reported the good news to his father and the group members:

"Dad, and brothers, I got the first manuscript fee!"

Well, I built a book friend group, and there is a link at the back of each chapter, and you can click to join the group directly.

(End of chapter)