Saturday, April 18, 12 noon.

Ai Qing looked at the data displayed in the writer's background, and the subscription data for the first chapter was put on the shelves yesterday - 1658.

From 12 o'clock yesterday to now, it has been released for 24 hours.

The data in front of me is the so-called "first order" of this book.

To put it simply, after Ai Qing's book began to be charged, there were more than 1,600 readers in total, who were willing to consume his latest content within 24 hours.

To be honest, this number of readers is completely enough to support a full-time online writer.

Of course, the premise is that he can achieve similar results in every future book.

For online writers, the most anxious point is also here.

Because the experience of those great gods in the past has proved that even if they reach their level, not everyone can become evergreen.

This is especially true for ordinary online writers who look further down.

Hungry and full abounds.

This high-risk, uncontrollable reward, coupled with dramatic fluctuations in income levels, can easily affect a person's mental state.

For example, in the big author group before Ai Qing, the one called Qingshan Xu.

Just because I wrote a fine book before, after tasting the level of 20,000 yuan a month, I can no longer look at ordinary thousand-order works.

This kind of example of mentality imbalance is also quite common in the field of online literature.

But these have nothing to do with the current Ai Qing.

After confirming this data, Ai Qing was too excited, happily picked up the fluffy little fish next to her, and couldn't help but kiss her on the forehead.

"Meow~"

After kissing, Ai Qing reacted, put Xiaoyu down a little embarrassed, and coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.

"Anyway, the situation is good now, and we're about to make a lot of money."

Saying this, Ai Qing couldn't help but take out his mobile phone, open the calculator, and roughly calculate.

Suppose you write 6,000 words a day from today, counting yesterday's 10,000 words, then by the end of the month, it will be about 90,000 words.

If the average subscription can maintain the level of about 1,700, then the subscription fee can probably be in the early 4,000s.

It's a pity that he was on the shelves in the middle of the month, so the first month is not considered full attendance, and there is no 1500 yuan full attendance award, which is a pity.

But 4,000 yuan is already a lot, and theoretically speaking, the manuscript fee for about half a month has reached the minimum standard of his previous full-time goal.

Four thousand yuan, plus the current deposit in his hand, it is almost eight or nine thousand, and it can last for a long time.

Thinking of this, Ai Qing happily took Xiaoyu's two front paws and arms and circled around the bedroom.

Xiaoyu didn't understand why Ai Qing was so happy, he only knew that it was already noon, and he should be ready to eat, so when he was still in mid-air, he couldn't help but become a human.

So Ai Qing only felt that his hands sank, and with a plop, he was pressed down on the bed by Xiaoyu.

"Can you say hello before you become human?"

"Huh?" Xiaoyu squatted on Ai Qing's stomach and tilted his head, "But, I, no, speak." ”

What she meant was that she couldn't speak when she turned back into a cat.

Ai Qing automatically translated it in his head.

Then he rubbed his forehead helplessly.

"You get off me first."

"Oh." Xiaoyu was a little reluctant to climb down from Ai Qing.

In fact, she quite likes to sit on Ai Qing, because the warm current is thicker.

Comfortable and cost-effective.

It's a pity that Ai Qing always resists such close contact.

I don't know why.

When he was a kitten, he liked to bury his face in his stomach.

Holding the doubts in his heart, Xiao Yu walked to the kitchen, and quickly put these questions behind him, and his mind was full of what to eat today.

Today's things are actually the same as yesterday, and Ai Qing plans to wait for Xiaoyu to get the easiest way to do fish and shrimp completely on her own before considering slowly teaching her something else.

Fortunately, with yesterday's experience, Xiaoyu didn't worry about Ai Qing too much this time, except for a few mistakes in the middle, the process was quite smooth.

More than half an hour later, looking at the two large dishes on the table, Ai Qing showed a satisfied expression on his face, thinking that it was no longer far away from Xiaoyu becoming the goal of the cook.

Let's take the time to teach her how to clean up in the future.

Usually sit in front of the computer for a long time, the waist is not very good, the area of the house he rents is relatively large, usually sweep the floor and mop the floor and hunch his back, and when he straightens his waist, he finds that he is sore.

If Xiaoyu could completely replace his housework, it would be perfect.

But isn't that considered child labor?

Ai Qing touched his chin, thinking that he didn't pay Xiaoyu for his salary, so it shouldn't be counted.

Thinking about these questions, Ai Qing taught Xiaoyu how to use chopsticks while eating.

The phone vibrated a few times in the middle of the way, but he didn't care.

After eating, Xiaoyu began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and went into the kitchen with the dishes to wash the dishes, and Ai Qing picked up the mobile phone and glanced at it.

It was found that it was the small group of authors that had been created before, and someone was in Aitta.

[Cats in the sky love rain]: Do you see a large flock? Qingshan broke the defense haha @ corner flowers bloomed

Ai Qing glanced at it curiously, wondering what kind of defense breaking method it was, opened the large group again, and flipped through the chat history.

Okay, because Qingshanxu's book failed to get on Sanjiang, the follow-up plot was not pulled up, and after it was put on the shelves this week, the first order data was only 700, not even half of Ai Qing's.

But to be honest, if Qingshanxu's achievement was given to Ai Qing, he would continue to write it seriously.

After all, the income of four or five thousand a month is already quite good.

It's a pity that Qingshan Xu is really a bit ambitious, and after the first order was released, he announced in the group that he was a eunuch who cut the book.

Ai Qing glanced at the update of his book, it is true that it has not been updated today, and there are only two chapters on the shelves yesterday, with a total of 4,000 words of updates...... That's a bit of a bad attitude.

Shaking his head, Ai Qing didn't bother to look at this guy's defense-breaking remarks.

[White sugar dipped in vinegar]: The corner can be, the first order of 1700, after the shelves, work hard, eat a few recommendations, and are expected to be boutique.

The white sugar is still as gentle as ever, encouraging Ai Qing to code more words and strive to continue to improve his performance.

However, Ai Qing is quite content with this achievement, and he doesn't particularly care about whether he can improve in the future.

Moreover, he is not sure about the follow-up plot of the book.

Now that he is about to write the college entrance examination, the plot that has been paved for a long time, when he writes the plot of the summer vacation, he plans to reveal the secret between the male and female protagonists and officially enter the love stage.

I hope I can write it.

Looking at the petite back of Xiao Yu who was seriously washing dishes in the kitchen, Ai Qing held his chin and pulled his thoughts back from the QQ group.

That's a good life now, isn't it?

"Ahh

Smack!

A plate slipped from the hand of the little fish and shattered on the ground, scattering fragments all over the ground.

Xiao Yu looked at the debris on the ground, and looked at Ai Qing in the living room out of the corner of his eyes, pursing his lips, very scared.

"Don't move."

Ai Qing, who heard the voice, had already run to Xiaoyu's side for the first time, took her hand with a serious face, checked it carefully, and squatted down to look at her exposed ankles and calves, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, it's not hurt." Ai Qing said, "Don't pick it up with your hands, I'll go and get a broom." ”

Ai Qing turned around and was about to go out of the kitchen to get a broom, but he was pulled by the sleeve of his shirt.

Xiao Yu was behind his back and carefully explained: "I, no, deliberately...... Just now, slippery. ”

"I don't blame you." Ai Qing turned his head to look at her, shook his head with a smile, and raised his hand to rub her head.

Feeling the temperature above his head, Xiao Yu squinted his eyes comfortably, and finally felt at ease.

As long as Ai Qing is willing to touch her head, it must forgive her.