Wen Changtian's words in the text message are very incendiary and tempting.

However, at this time, Niu Er's heart was like a pool of stagnant water.

My stomach was full, but my chest felt more and more empty.

Bottomless and boundless.

He felt empty, lonely, and cold for a while, and then he was very worried about Azmo and Shui Luoisa.

Where can two weak women go, and how can they make a living?

Those things in the Leopard Slope workshop, Azmo obviously gave up.

Niu Er knew that Azmo had some money.

However, by selling the linen cloth, the bleached coarse cloth and ornaments, you can exchange it for a few dollars.

After Azimo came here, Niu Er just gave her 2,000 yuan a month for rice and vegetables, and told him if it wasn't enough. But even if the flowers are rising, with Azmo's temperament, how can they tell him.

In addition, the only money Niu Er spent on Azmo and Shui Luoisa was to buy each of them a mobile phone, which was exactly the same as his own.

They are all top-level goods of nearly 10,000 yuan.

He never expected that only this mobile phone could be regarded as a thought for these two people.

Others, he had never thought of before, and he hadn't had time to think about them yet.

However, the mobile phones of these two people have obviously been turned off early.

Just like the message Wen Changtian gave him, he also called the two of them all afternoon and night, but they couldn't get through.

At ten o'clock in the evening, it was a phone call from Niu's father that woke Niu Er back up.

Daddy Niu didn't say a word of nonsense, he just said, "Smash, what do you think?" I discussed it with your mother, where you want to go, we will go with you." ”

"The people in this place are really not good, and there is nothing to be nostalgic about. ”

Niu Er just pondered for a moment:

"Give me ten days to half a month. I want to make some more money and then go home for the New Year. After the New Year, let's go to a place that you and my mom must like very much. ”

Putting down the phone, Niu Er finally walked out of the atmosphere of children's affection and began to ponder what Wen Changtian said.

Niu Erdu almost forgot all those books of Wang Er.

He only did preliminary mental calculations, and felt that just a novel would cost more than 200,000 or even 300,000 words.

Then he took the calculator and pressed it wildly.

If it is 300,000 words, priced at 3 million yuan, with a first printing of 2 million copies, and 50 percent of the prepaid royalties, it is 7.41 million...... The full amount is 14.82 million.

And that's just two million copies for the first printing......

With his and Azimo's appearance, figure, and various fighting postures that are enough to open their minds, the sales of two million copies, where will it be enough.

At least a few times more.

NND, if you engrave that video into a DVD......

Too evil.

I think it's crooked.

However, the flesh of the two people, after all, has been sold for free.

Today's Shenzhou people don't know which one and which one doesn't know.

If you don't change some money and spend it, then it's really a big loss.

Teacher Wen is right.

Although it can't be a DVD, you can also make a hard deal of it first, and then talk about other things.

Niu Er clicked on the DWCS shortcut on his phone.

The system interface opened, and a paragraph floated out.

"Every small step taken by human civilization often comes at the cost of a lot of blood...... You're just sacrificing a little hue, and it's not a big deal at all. ”

...... There are so many friends, none of them poured chicken soup on me, which one are you singing?

Niu Er ignored the system's pretense, directly clicked on the library, and glanced at the inventory of books.

However, when he clicked on "Silver Age" and "My Spiritual Home", he was immediately shocked.

In "The Silver Age", there are exactly twenty short and medium-sized stories, including the Black Iron Age, with a total of five or six hundred thousand words.

"My Spiritual Home" not only includes all of Wang Er's essays, but also all of Wang Er's love letters to Li Yinhe, which are nearly 300,000 words.

If we add the 1230,000 or so words of the three novels and essays that have already been published, there are about 100,000 words in total.

Niu Er only thought about it a little, and decisively divided the 1100,000 words into three volumes, each of which was initially set at about 300,000 words. Then he began to re-comb through the short and medium-length stories.

The first volume is titled "The First Love That Should Not Be Lost", and then ten novels such as "Silver Age", "Red Breeze Running at Night", "Night Travel" and "Uncle Lover" were selected, making up 300,000 words.

The title of the middle volume is "I Gave the First Time to a Broken Shoe", and ten short stories such as "Song Fairy", "Black Iron Age", "Metamorphosis" and "Red Line Thief Box" are selected, and more than 300,000 words are made.

The second volume is titled "Two Maverick Pigs", plus more than 40 essays such as "Feminine Beauty in the Eyes of Men", "The Silent Majority", "The Joy of Thinking" and "Refusal of Flatterments", totaling more than 200,000 words, and finally adding those love letters of "To Li Yinhe", which also made up more than 300,000 words.

The rest of the matter is to revise some of the texts that need to be revised.

There aren't many novels that need to be revised.

As long as there is no obvious conflict with this world, there is no obvious mention of specific people and things in the original world, and there is no mention of some place names, he doesn't want to change it.

It's just a thing to make money, and the meaning of the three things that were published before is completely different. If it weren't for the fear of some big bugs, he wouldn't even want to change it at all, and he wouldn't want to look at it again.

The ones that need to be revised the most are the essays and love letters in the third volume.

Niu Er first read all the bibliography of the first volume from beginning to end, and circled what needed to be revised. Then I opened the contract in the mailbox and read it again.

After confirming that it was correct, he looked at the time, and it was already a little early in the morning.

So he sent a text message to Wen Changtian.

"There are about one million words of various manuscripts. After a cursory look, it can be roughly divided into three volumes and published successively, each volume of about 300,000 words. The first and middle volumes are novels, and the second volume is essays and essays. The manuscript of the previous volume will be delivered in its entirety the day after tomorrow. Since then, the manuscripts for the middle and second volumes have been delivered every three or four days. ”

"I looked at the contract at the beginning, and there was nothing wrong with it. If all three volumes can be published, the terms of the contract will be redrafted in accordance with those three volumes. I will send you the table of contents for each of these three volumes in a moment. Feel free to call me if you have anything. ”

Then Niu Er spent more than ten minutes sending the catalog of these three volumes to Wen Changtian's mailbox.

Then Niu Er took a shower, changed his clothes, and pushed the door out.

It was already about 1:20 a.m.

......

There is a unique entertainment venue in the town of Nissa called "Nissa Shuangshu's Bar".

It is said that this bar provides a one-stop service that is unique.

The owners of the bar are a pair of twin sisters, in their early twenties.

It is said that this pair of grandfathers was the last toast of Nisa.

Their father, my lord, is now a high-ranking deputy chief in Nissa Town.

The only male of the six or seven siblings in the family is nearly 30 years old and unmarried.

Not long ago, he was smashed on the shoulder for snatching his wife and became a half-crippled.

In the early hours of the morning, the guests in the bar had begun to gradually disperse, and Shuangshu was also cleaning up the mess one after another, preparing to close when the guests were gone, a guest came in the middle of the night who was still wearing a pair of sunglasses.

The customer just sat down at the bar, drank five or six glasses in a row, put the remaining half bottle on the counter, patted his ass and left.

The kind of wine he drank was the most expensive in the bar, and the most expensive in the whole town of Nissa.