Before nine o'clock, Wang Shang hurried downstairs, took the USB flash drive with the downloaded contract and went straight to the only print shop in the village.
The novel has been signed, the writer's assistant received the notice yesterday afternoon.
After taking the initiative to apply for a contract, there was no news for five days in a row. Wang Shang's heart has been in a state of uneasiness and tension.
The moment he received the notification, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, so he couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud, which attracted a lot of surprised looks from people.
Among them, Ye Gong's eyes were particularly calm, it was the calmness of not caring.
It is estimated that Wang Shang will have to leave as soon as the three-month internship period ends.
In fact, Wang Shang doesn't want to. If there is no system, at this stage, he will put work first and writing novels second.
But now that there is a system in place, Wang Shang puts writing novels first, and this job... even the second place is gone, so naturally he is fishing when he goes to work.
However, Wang Shang decided to cherish the opportunity in Zhonglin in the following days and not take advantage of it so obviously.
At least it has to look good enough.
Okay, no more gossip.
Wang Shang went to the printing shop and spent fifteen yuan to print out the contract in duplicate. After signing, he sent both copies to Qidian Company. Only after receiving confirmation of the contract there, the status of his novel would be changed and he could be rewarded.
Wang Shang has contacted Jingdong Express to pick up the package in the afternoon. Based on the traffic speed between big cities, it will probably take two days to arrive in Shanghai, and the novel should have changed its status in three days.
"Wang Shang, come and print too!"
As soon as he packed up the contract and turned around, Wang Shang bumped into Han Binwei coming in. Han Binwei greeted him with a smile and also held a USB flash drive in his hand, probably to print something.
"Yes," Wang Shang nodded, and then he couldn't help but want to share the joy and pride of signing the novel contract, and added: "I'm here to print the novel contract."
"Novel contract?" Han Binwei was stunned for a moment, and then she understood. She said in surprise: "Your novel has been signed!"
"Well, I received the notice yesterday afternoon." Wang Shang said with a smile on his face: "So today I came to print the contract and send it to the platform company."
"Awesome!" Han Binwei laughed.
"Haha!" Wang Shang smiled happily, and then asked: "Are you here to print too?"
"Well, let me print something." Han Binwei didn't say much, went to the computer, plugged in the USB flash drive, opened the document inside, and asked the boss to print it out for her.
Taking advantage of the printing time, Wang Shang looked at Han Binwei: "Have you had breakfast?"
After signing the contract for the novel, Wang Shang became more courageous and courageous.
Looking at classmate Han Binwei who was wearing loose jeans this morning and still showing off her curves, he didn't want to just leave and wanted to spend more time with her.
"I just woke up," Han Binwei said with a smile, "I haven't eaten yet."
"There is Jiasha County ahead, with noodles and steamed dumplings," Wang Shang said, "Where should we go to eat?"
"Okay." Han Binwei smiled. She did not reject Wang Shang. There was something in her heart that she wanted to talk to Wang Shang.
After Han Binwei finished printing, the two of them walked along the printing shop toward the small supermarket for more than 20 meters and arrived at the only Shaxian store in the village, which opened opposite a roast duck restaurant.
Today is Sunday, and there are still many people here having breakfast at this time.
Wang Shang and Han Binwei ordered a basket of steamed dumplings and a glass of soy milk respectively, and then sat down against the wall.
Within ten seconds of sitting down, the boss brought them steamed dumplings, soy milk, and a small plate of peanut butter for dipping the steamed dumplings.
"Wang Shang, did you get the money after signing the contract for the novel?" Han Binwei tore open the packaging of the disposable chopsticks, looked at Wang Shang and asked with a smile.
"So be it." When talking about his novel, Wang Shang was obviously very confident. He smiled and said: "After signing the contract, the novel can be rewarded, and the reward money will be split 50-50 between the author and the platform."
"Only rewards?" Han Binwei asked curiously: "Didn't you say there are also people who spend money to buy chapters?"
"You said subscription." Wang Shang said with a smile: "That happened after the novel was put on the shelves. My novel is still in the free period, but it already has 170,000 words. I plan to write it to 250,000 words before putting it on the shelves.
Enable subscription."
"Then with your current update volume, it will be available for subscription in almost a week." Han Binwei said with a smile.
"Absolutely, given that I update ten thousand words every day..." As he said this, Wang Shang suddenly realized, how did Bin Wei know that he updated ten thousand words every day?
Could it be that she had already seen the name of his novel last time in the office, but she just didn't say it.
Thinking of this, Wang Shang suddenly felt a little ashamed. After all, YY was indispensable in his fan novels. Bin Wei saw this, so what did he think of him?
"You... know the title of my book?" Wang Shang looked at Bin Wei, but his eyes were evasive, and his tone of voice was a little awkward.
"Ah..." Han Binwei was startled, and then realized that she had let slip just now. She probably didn't know the name of the novel written by Wang Shang.
what to do?
Directly admit it?
No, seeing Wang Shang's embarrassment made Han Binwei himself embarrassed, and speaking out would only embarrass the two of them.
Han Binwei blinked and asked in a matter-of-fact manner: "Isn't it obvious? You just wrote the novel last week, and now it has already reached 170,000 words in one week, and it has reached 250,000 words, at most
It’s only a week, isn’t it hard to guess?”
"Haha! That's right." Wang Shang smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking: It's okay if you don't know.
But he didn't find the flaw in Han Binwei's words. How did Bin Wei know that he just started writing his novel last week.
Neither Han Binwei nor Wang Shang noticed this. At this time, they both breathed a sigh of relief and avoided an embarrassment.
"Are you so afraid that the novel you wrote will be known by others? Is it so...um...what?" Han Binwei asked with a smile. Seeing Wang Shang's body suddenly stiffened, she smiled in her heart. She already understood, 80% of the time.
It was because Wang Shang had a harem in his later novels, so he didn't want her to know.
"Oh! No, it's mainly because... there's some sex." Seeing Bin Wei asking this question, Wang Shang sighed and directly showed his cards. Instead of waiting for the embarrassment when he might be discovered in the future, it would be better to get vaccinated in advance.
"It's just a novel, don't take it seriously..." Bin Wei suddenly stopped, then looked at Wang Shang and said in surprise: "You don't really want to have a harem in reality, do you?"
"Uh..." What man didn't want to say this, it's just hard to admit, so Wang Shang quickly said: "No, I don't want to, I will definitely not do anything illegal."
"So I still think about it, I'm just afraid of being sentenced, right?" Han Binwei joked with a smile.
"Okay, we can't talk about this anymore." Wang Shang shrugged, and then ate two steamed dumplings in one bite.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore, but Wang Shang," Han Binwei looked at Wang Shang and asked seriously: "Have you really decided to write a novel in the future? I see that you are not focusing on work now, but on writing.
Now that the novel has been published, are you so sure that you can make more money by writing novels than your salary from work?"