Chapter 283: Ways to make money, my old profession
"Making money by submitting articles, are you short of money?"
Zhao Yingnan asked in surprise.
Zhou Chen: "As I said, who is not short of money? The military camp also has a canteen that sells things. I want to buy books, food and drinks, and I need money. The consumption in big cities is much higher than in our small cities.
"There are not many ways to make money that I can think of. I can make some money by writing some poems, novels, etc., if I can publish them."
Zhao Yingnan was relieved. In fact, in this era, except for a few families, most families are not wealthy.
Even in their family, her father is still the chief of staff in the military camp, but in fact the family conditions are very average. They are not short of money, but they are not rich either.
She is not a child now, she is more mature than many of her peers, and she understands Zhou Chen's desire to make money.
"Okay, I'll go ask for you later. If you send a letter, it should be no problem."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome, we are classmates and we should help each other."
In the next few days, in addition to military training, Zhao Yingnan and Houpu led people to train in the evening. As for Zhou Chen, he practiced singing. Because of need, he also borrowed a few people from the class to act as supporting roles for him.
For this matter, several people in the dormitory made quite a fuss, insisting on competing for spots, and finally held an arena and had a duel before deciding on the final candidate.
The reason why they are so enthusiastic is more because.
When reciting poems, they need to memorize them all, and there is no room for mistakes. But when singing with Zhou Chen, it is different. There are very few places that require them, and they do not need much practice at all. They can complete the task easily.
Practicing singing is really a piece of cake for Zhou Chen. There is no need to release a single album anyway, just singing live. After practicing for three days, he is already familiar with it.
There are still a few days before the National Day. During this period, Zhou Chen did not read medical books, but devoted himself wholeheartedly to 'creation'.
Zhao Yingnan was really dissatisfied with his efficiency. It didn't take long for her to bring good news to Zhou Chen.
Although the military camp does not allow students to leave privately, it is still possible to send letters, but sending letters also costs money.
However, Zhao Yingnan patted his chest and promised that this was just a small matter. As long as he handed the letter to her, she would help send it out.
After Zhou Chen heard this, he was not polite, "Squad leader, thank you very much. If I can make money, I will definitely treat you to a big meal."
Zhao Yingnan smiled and said: "Then I will wait for your big meal."
To be honest, she knew that Zhou Chen had literary talent, but she didn't think that Zhou Chen could make money by submitting articles. Of course she wouldn't say anything about it if she was trying to criticize him.
"The gala is in three days. The recital is ready. How are you doing here?"
Zhou Chen said: "We are almost ready. As long as you cooperate with me, I guarantee there will be no problems."
"That's good."
Zhao Yingnan smiled widely. This time, Renhe Medical College signed up for two programs. If they are both successful, they will definitely be able to beat the programs of other universities.
"I believe in your strength, you will be able to make a big splash when the time comes."
Seeing Zhao Yingnan raising his fist to cheer him up, Zhou Chen chuckled. This Zhao Yingnan's behavior seemed to be very capable and straightforward, but in fact he did not lack the softness of a woman.
"Thanks."
I don’t know if Zhou Chen’s self-introduction before the military training played a role. Anyway, during this period of military training, Dai Bingzhong and Sun Jianjun did not deliberately cause trouble for him, nor did they give him any shoes.
Of course, maybe it was also because he was the best-trained person in the entire class and even better than Zhao Yingnan, so they didn't find excuses.
Although Zhao Yingnan has been in the army for many years, Zhou Chen's physical fitness and learning ability are particularly strong. After a few days of military training, he has mastered the essence. No matter what kind of training it is, he can complete it as quickly as possible.
On the other hand, Qiu Shui, who often had his thoughts deserted during military training, was repeatedly taught a lesson by Dai Bingzhong, which was described as miserable.
But Qiu Shui also had a problem. He obviously didn't want to be lectured, but he still complained every time, always letting the instructor find a reason.
"I'm so exhausted. This damn instructor asked me to run three more laps today. If this continues, I feel like I won't survive until the end of the military training."
Qiu Shui fell onto the bed like a puddle of mud. Today he was punished again and had to run three more laps. He didn't dare to complain at the time, but he started to curse after he came back.
Houpu: "You deserve it. Who told you to always go against the instructors? This is a military camp. If you go against the instructors, there will be no good end."
Qiu Shui, who was already angry, became even more angry when he heard this. He sat up suddenly, pointed at Magnolia officinalis and cursed.
"Monitor, are you addicted to being the instructor's bitch? I scolded you a few times in the dormitory. Do you still want to report me? Believe it or not, I'm going to trick you."
Qiu Shui shouted loudly, and several people in the dormitory stood up and stared at Magnolia fiercely.
"No, I'm the squad leader. You can't mess around. Qiushui, I think you need to rest now, have a good rest."
"snort."
Seeing that Hou Pu was timid, Qiu Shui nodded with satisfaction. Although Hou Pu was the squad leader in this dormitory, his charisma was really not that good. It would not have worked without Qiu Shui.
Seeing Zhou Chen sitting there silently and working hard, Xin Yi walked over curiously.
"Zhou Chen, you have been writing and drawing when you have free time these days. Are you writing poetry or something else?"
"writing a novel."
Zhou Chen put down his pen and was used to using computers to code. Now he has returned to his old-fashioned handwriting, which is also a torture for him.
After a few days, I wrote less than 10,000 words. In addition to the slow handwriting, I also didn’t have much time because the lights in the military camp were turned off on time.
"writing a novel?"
Xin Yi looked surprised: "Can you still write novels?"
After hearing this, others gathered around and stared at Zhou Chen and the notebook on the table in disbelief.
It’s just a matter of writing poems and songs. He can even write novels. This shocked everyone. Is there anything else Zhou Chen can’t do?
"Show me what novel you wrote."
Qiu Shui, who had always regarded himself as a scholar, was the most excited one. He didn't care about being tired and pushed his way through the crowd, rushing to Zhou Chen's side and shouting.
Zhou Chen said: "It's different from today's mainstream novels. I've only written less than 10,000 words, and I haven't officially entered the plot yet. I can't see anything yet."
When it comes to making money, what he thinks of is publishing novels, or writing songs, poetry, etc.
When it comes to writing poetry, he doesn't know much about it. The most important thing is that he doesn't remember many modern poems. It's even harder to write a word well.
Poetry is different from novels. If you make a few mistakes, the meaning of the poem may change.
Just relying on the modern poems he wrote down, let alone whether he can make money, it is difficult to say whether he is suitable for this era, and it is not easy to publish them.
Writing songs is a good choice, but the problem is that in China now, as opposed to more than ten years later, the possibility of a newcomer wanting to make money by selling songs is extremely slim.
If it is sent to the big star singers in Xiangjiang, there is still a chance. If you just want to write a letter and send it to Xiangjiang, it is not an easy task.
So Zhou Chen thought about it and decided that writing a novel would be more suitable. As long as he could publish it and continue serializing it, he should be able to earn some start-up capital.
Anyway, he is in military training now, and there is nothing else to do in the military camp. He can't write much in a day, but as time goes by, his speed has improved, which is still considerable.