Earning royalties

Li Qiao was in embarrassment. The existing tutors were in vain, and besides, they didn't have all the time.

Ma Hongxiang asked Li Qiao to study in the library in the afternoon, but Li Qiao refused because she had something else to do: "I have other things to do, let's do it next time." She had prepared the translation materials and was busy contacting the publishing house to earn royalties.

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I earn fifty yuan a month, plus allowances, which is a pretty high salary.

It's wonderful to think about it.

After the morning class ended, Li Qiao prepared all the materials and went to Kyoto Publishing House.

The lobby is the office space. She asked the young woman sitting at the door: "Excuse me, do you need an English translator here?"

"No books related to English translation will be published."

Li Qiao was originally full of confidence, but was very disappointed when she heard this. If she didn't accept her, wouldn't her work be in vain? She asked patiently: "What kind of language books do you publish?"

"Do you understand Russian? Do you understand Korean?" The young woman's tone was quite impatient.

Li Qiao pursed his lips, really not understanding.

She thanked her and left to catch the next family.

It's called Kyoto Library Press.

This time, the person who received her was a woman in her forties, surnamed Wei, who was the editor-in-chief of a publishing house.

He has a side-cut hairstyle, heavy glasses, and a serious expression.

Li Qiao handed the materials translated in advance to the other party.

Editor Wei scanned it at a glance, not mentioning the content, but the words alone were pleasing to the eye.

She read it carefully silently.

Be loyal to the original text, including technique, content, and emotion.

However, appropriate additions and deletions have been made, and it has been separated from the translation tone. It is a very good translation.

She nodded with satisfaction: "This paragraph is translated very well. I have an article here. Can you translate it on the spot?"

Li Qiao's eyes lit up. He was excited. "Of course!"

Editor Wei took out a manuscript from the drawer.

After Li Qiao took it, he scanned it carefully, carefully considered the wording and then translated it literally.

The sentences are natural, appropriate, accurate and fluent.

Editor Wei immediately decided to hire him: "What do you think of the price of three and a half yuan per thousand words?"

Li Qiao secretly estimated that 10,000 words would cost thirty-five yuan, which was pretty good. "Does the punctuation mark count?" It would be a bit of a loss if it didn't count.

"Forget it," Manager Wei said cheerfully.

Li Qiao agreed.

Manager Wei immediately drew up the contract, printed and copied it and handed it to Li Qiao: "Two copies, take a look and sign if there is no problem."

Li Qiao browsed the contract, and the manuscript submission must not be late. The manuscript fee will be settled on the 10th of the following month.

She signed the contract after confirming it.

Manager Wei stamped the publisher's seal and gave Li Qiao a copy of the short story: "Remember to submit it next Sunday."

"Okay." Li Qiao left happily and passed by the mall on his way home. With the thirty yuan royalties he received this morning, he bought Qin Jin a scarf, two sweaters, and one made of wool, which is light in weight and super soft.

The price is also relatively expensive, costing 12.6 yuan.

The other one is mixed with cotton and is much cheaper.

Only three nine dollars.

She paid and walked out.

There is an old pharmacy opposite the shopping mall, and there are many people queuing at the door.

Li Qiao inquired out of curiosity and found out that the chilblain ointment produced by the old pharmacy was famous for its effectiveness.

Winter is coming soon, and everyone is queuing up to buy chilblain cream for later use.

Thinking that the back of her grandma's hands were always bruised and purple in winter, and sometimes red and swollen, she lined up to buy a tube of chilblain ointment and took the bus home.

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In the courtyard of the Qin family.

Mrs. Qin was chatting with Jiang Wanqiu.

Sitting next to Jiang Wanqiu was a pretty girl.

"Qiaoqiao is back? What are you carrying in the big and small bags in your hands?" Old Mrs. Qin said.

Li Qiao responded obediently: "Sweaters. A Jin's two sweaters are a bit hard to wear and probably won't keep him warm. I'll buy him two new ones and a scarf." After saying this, she said hello to Jiang Wanqiu: "Grandma Xue

Okay, how about this young lady."

The pretty girl smiled shyly: "Hello."

Jiang Wanqiu said: "What are you doing, little sister? You have to call me aunt."

Li Qiao was puzzled: "Huh?" Auntie? Oh, she understands, Professor Xue's target.

Professor Xue calls him grandma and aunt, but according to seniority, she has to call him uncle.

She immediately changed her words: "Hello, auntie."

The girl smiled shyly and said: "I haven't even finished my horoscope yet. My name is Fan Feifei. I am twenty-one this year. How old are you? If you are younger than me, just call me Sister Feifei."

Jiang Wanqiu: "It will happen sooner or later."

Old Mrs. Qin thought to herself, weren't you very satisfied with Miss Su Qing last time? It's only been a few days since she changed her.

Ling Qing was also unlucky.

People study in school all day long, rarely go home, but have many partners.

Even the neighbors nearby knew about it, but they didn't think it was because Ling Qing was unwilling to go on a blind date. Instead, they reported that he had some health problems and had been looking for many partners. He ran away within three days of getting to know him.

Li Qiao went back to the room to put away her bag, then went into the kitchen to carry a thermos bottle to add tea to Jiang Wanqiu and Fan Feifei.

Fan Feifei said: "I heard from Aunt Qin that the paintings on the walls of your house and the ink paintings in the house were all painted by you, and you were the top scorer in the college entrance examination. That's amazing."

Li Qiao: "It would be great if you could go on a blind date with Professor Xue." A girl with poor foundation will not be able to catch Grandma Xue's eyes.

Fan Feifei smiled: "I haven't seen anyone yet."

Jiang Wanqiu's eyes rolled secretly: "Qiaoqiao, take Feifei to find your Professor Xue." The third child, Mo Ruomu, must be interested in Li Qiao, or why did Sufen say that she often saw the two of them reading together?

Sufen doesn't understand these things, but she does.

Now ask Li Qiao to bring someone to come to him. He might be able to agree to the marriage she chose.

When a man has a serious partner, his love for Li Qiao will naturally stop for the rest of his life.

Li Qiao secretly held his forehead, no wonder Fan Feifei said there was not a single horoscope, it turned out that she had never met him.

Is Grandma Xue crazy about her daughter-in-law? She actually asked her to call her aunt. She also asked her to take her to find Professor Xue. Professor Xue liked her, but if she didn't like her, shouldn't she be blamed for being nosy?

If you are angry with her, what should you do if you don't counsel her in the future?

She's not looking for trouble for herself?

She said tactfully: "I just took a job at a publishing house and will hand in the manuscript next week. The time is very tight. Grandma Xue, you'd better go in person. Professor Xue is either looking up information on the second floor of the library or doing research.

The room is easy to find.”

After she finished speaking, she went back to the house.

Jiang Wanqiu chased her into the house: "What kind of job did you take? Grandma, I have to raise A Jin, it's hard for you. Mr. Xiang, you too, how did you end up in this situation?" She didn't forget to disparage Qin in her words.

The old lady had a meal.

Old Mrs. Qin: "I didn't ask you to take care of me. I'm so worried about you." She yawned: "I'm so sleepy. You can help yourself. I'll go back to the house and take a nap."

Jiang Wanqiu's face was a little uneasy, and she was clearly giving an order to be kicked out. She found a step for herself and said: "We have a barber coming to our compound today for a haircut, and I just happened to go over for a haircut. Feifei, let's go."

Fan Feifei responded.

Mrs. Qin said politely: "Come and sit here often when you have time."

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Old Mrs. Qin sent Jiang Wanqiu and Fan Feifei away and came to Li Qiao's room to ask about her work. She was worried that she would delay her studies so she refused. "You have skipped a grade, written a paper, and have to work. Are you tired?"

I don’t have enough money to spend.” After pouring out the seeds, Ah Jin stuffed a lot of pocket money into her hand.

In addition, I saved money from selling knitting before.

Give my granddaughter-in-law twenty yuan every month.

Can last for a year without interruption.

Li Qiao smiled: "It's enough. I've finished my thesis. I have no plans to write more recently. I'm sure about skipping a grade. I have plenty of time now."

Mrs. Qin finally gave up her worries. "It's cold in the room, please be careful." She turned around and wanted to leave.

Li Qiao took out the ointment he bought for Mrs. Qin: "Grandma, this is for you."
Chapter completed!