"What happened to "Children's Literature"? Children are the future, children are hope. I am proud to be able to bring them spiritual food!"

He Tiantian glanced at Chen Jianjun, who had ulterior motives, and said calmly.

Chen Jianjun: ...Ma Dan, you wrote a story about coaxing children, and you actually wrote it with a sense of superiority?

Originally, he thought that "He Yuntian" said that he wanted to write an article, and the writing fee was for writing serious articles published in newspapers.

No matter how bad it is, it is also a professional magazine for adults.

And it’s hard for an article like this not to contain some of the author’s own personal stuff.

For example, to express his views on certain things, or to vent his anger towards certain realities.

However, no matter what the situation is, there will be clues in the text. As for Chen Jianjun, he only needs to find these traces and quietly write a report letter——

There is no life-or-death feud between Chen Jianjun and He Yuntian.

But he just couldn't stand this pretty boy, and behind this disapproval was actually deep jealousy and endless envy.

Chen Jianjun has snatched Zhuo Ya from He Yuntian. While he is happy and relaxed, he also feels a little uncertain in his heart.

Especially since Zhuo Ya and he have not yet completely established their relationship, they are in an ambiguous state where they have a good impression but have not broken through the boundaries of friendship.

Chen Jianjun was still worried about gains and losses, fearing that He Yuntian would turn around again and snatch Zhuo Ya away again.

no!

Chen Jianjun felt that he must trample He Yuntian under his feet so that he could never stand up again!

Therefore, when he knew that He Yuntian was going to submit a manuscript, he was eager to "pick a bone in the egg."

But now, He Yuntian has brought back a sample issue of "Children's Literature".

Gee, he stopped watching this kind of thing a few years ago.

The most important thing is that it is difficult to find the "evidence" Chen Jianjun wants with such a childish story.

"Oh, that's right, Chen Jianjun, your emphasis is a bit strange!"

"Yes, it doesn't matter whether it's Children's Literature or a newspaper or magazine, the point is that Comrade He's article was really published!"

"That's right, if it's published, you'll get royalties. Money is the most important thing, okay?"

Other educated youths in the educated youth spot gathered around He Tiantian, chattering and discussing endlessly.

Their focus was indeed different from that of people with ulterior motives like Chen Jianjun. They didn't care at all what articles He Yuntian wrote, they just wanted to know the amount of money on the remittance slip that He Yuntian received.

No matter if it’s a black cat or a white cat, if it can catch mice, it’s a good cat!

"Lao He, let me show you how much royalties you received?"

"Yes, yes, this kind of short story should have more words. Even if it costs five yuan for a thousand words, a short story will cost three to five thousand words at least--"

Maybe it will reach 20,000 to 30,000 words.

Just one story can earn twenty or thirty yuan in royalties.

Twenty or thirty yuan is worth a month's salary of a worker!

"Fortunately, this time it's a short fairy tale of six thousand words, ten yuan for one thousand words——"

He Tiantian did not show the remittance slip to everyone, but said reservedly.

There was no need for her to finish the rest of the words, everyone could figure it out by themselves.

"No, ten yuan for a thousand words, six thousand words, then, that's more than sixty yuan!"

Qian Guodong, who had been following Chen Jianjun these days, suddenly opened his eyes wide and his face was filled with envy.

boom!

A short story with a few thousand words can earn more than 60 yuan in royalties just by writing it casually?

To put it bluntly, the lively villagers outside the hospital were shocked. Even the educated youth were a little stunned.

"In addition, I also wrote several stories and posted them to other story magazines."

He Tiantian didn't think it was "exciting" enough, so she said lightly.

"Tch, you can publish it after you write it? Humph, you really think you are a great writer!"

Chen Jianjun saw that "He Yuntian" had become the focus of everyone's discussion and envy, and he suddenly felt a little psychologically unbalanced.

He complained bitterly.

He Tiantian didn't take it seriously, nodded and said, "Well, what Comrade Chen said makes sense. Even if you submit a manuscript, it may not be published. Everything must be based on the remittance slip and sample book received!"

Chen Jianjun: ...I wanted to say something, but the pretty boy preempted me. It’s really frustrating.

"Oh, it's good to be accepted for an article. The fee is more than 60 yuan!"

Other educated youths were envious, but they didn't have as much malice as Chen Jianjun.

They all live in the same courtyard, and "He Yuntian" has a huge debt of 500 yuan. If there is no way to make money, sooner or later other educated youths will be implicated.

Now, everyone is secretly relieved to see that "he" can really make money from manuscript fees, and he makes quite a lot of money. It's quite easy.

"No! I just said that Lao He is a talented man. We work hard in the fields to earn work points, while others can make money just by shaking a pen!"

"Lao He, can you teach us a lesson and let us earn some pocket money?"

"Hahaha, is it just you? When you were in school, an 800-word essay could kill you. You still want to make money by writing?"

"I just want to give it a try without breaking the law!"

The other educated youths chatted and laughed, some were envious, some were jealous, and some were moved.

But Zhuo Ya stood in the crowd, her smile was still so indifferent, but her hands in her pockets were clenched tightly.

He Yuntian, he can really make money from royalties.

You can earn more than 60 yuan at a time, and one-tenth of your debt is solved instantly.

Then, if he does it a few more times, won't he be able to get the IOU back easily?

Moreover, writing is not a one-time deal.

What He Yuntian writes is not the kind of overly serious articles, but continuous stories and novels.

Short stories range from 35,000 to 30,000 words, and medium stories range from 30,000 to 780,000 words.

As for the long story, it will be longer, at least 80,000 words or more.

You really don’t need to write too many novels like this. Just one novel can pay off Han Dongmei’s debt and still have some leftover!

This is no less than holding a golden rice bowl.

But she gave up easily!

Zhuo Ya tried her best to maintain a normal expression, but she felt regretful in her heart.

But, I have no regrets.

Zhuo Ya lives a very transparent life and is very smart, knowing not to turn back easily.

Otherwise, her reputation and image will be ruined.

Even if you want to eat, you still have to be strategic.

Zhuo Ya originally wanted to give Chen Jianjun some more sweetness, confirm their relationship, and then go with Chen Jianjun when he returned to the city.

However, now it seems that Chen Jianjun can let it go first!

Zhuo Ya remained calm, but she had already gone through the process several times in her mind and had some countermeasures in mind.

He Tiantian glanced at everyone, regardless of whether they praised or congratulated her sincerely or falsely, and continued to maintain her image as a cold male god.

He Tiantian discovered that Han Dongmei did not seem to be among the crowd.

"Of course she didn't run out to watch the fun, she was still pulling her hair back and writing an essay!"

Classmate Little D jumped out and said weakly.

God, it was really made to lose its temper by Han Dongmei.

The last electric shock really made Han Dongmei know her fear, and she began to study hard.

It's just that talent isn't something that can be acquired instantly.

Han Dongmei is really not this material.

Even if I gave her some refreshing pills to brighten her brain, it still couldn't change the fundamentals——

The articles written by Han Dongmei are so ingenious.

Even if you reluctantly get hired, it’s just this one time and it’s difficult to replicate it again.

Unless, classmate Little D can really electrocute Han Dongmei to death.

Ahem, you can no longer use electric shock.

Han Dongmei also has a task of "learning guidance materials".

Classmate Xiao D felt that with Han Dongmei’s qualifications and patience, she would probably have to be whipped with electric shocks in that task, otherwise, tsk tsk——
To be continued...