Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

The next day.

As soon as Zhao Xiyan went out, he saw the young people in the yard looking at him with gloating. Although the older generation did not do it so obviously, their mouths were almost grinning from ear to ear.

"Xiao Zhao, I really envy you." Xu Damao said hypocritically.

"What do you envy me for?"

Zhao Xiyan looked at him with a smile.

"I envy that there is a toilet next to your house. You are so close, so you don't have to queue up on the street in the future..." Xu Damao sighed.

"Xu Damao, what are you talking about?" Sha Zhu pretended to be unhappy, "This kid didn't pay a penny... Why should he go to the toilet?"

"Ah, I forgot about this..." Xu Damao slapped his head.

Zhao Xiyan just watched them singing the same tune quietly, and didn't say anything.

This made Xu Damao and others unhappy. People are pooping and peeing next to your house, why are you so calm?

"Xiao Zhao, you have nothing to say?" Liu Guangqi said cautiously.

"What's there to say?" Zhao Xiyan spread his hands and said, "You should think clearly about who came up with this idea. When the street office investigates... you will be in trouble."

"Bluffing."

Yan Bugui, who was passing by, sneered.

"It's hard to persuade the damned ghost with good words. It's up to you."

Zhao Xiyan shrugged and walked towards the steel mill.

Pah.

Yan Bugui and others looked at his back and spat at the same time.

When the toilet is built, we will see if we can still live there.

Steel mill.

After Zhao Xiyan greeted Wang Hu, he walked towards the broadcasting room.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he entered the door, he saw Lou Bancheng and Mrs. Lou sitting on the stool, and a middle-aged man with glasses sitting next to them.

"Stationmaster..."

Lou Xiaoe shouted.

"Hey, Stationmaster Zhao is here..."

Lou Bancheng and the others also stood up.

"Hello, everyone."

After Zhao Xiyan greeted him, he looked at the middle-aged man.

Why did he feel more and more familiar?

"Zhao Xiyan, you made it so hard for me to find you."

The middle-aged man sneered, "If it weren't for this "Swordsman", I really wouldn't have found you..."

"Fuck, are you Editor-in-Chief Jin of the New Youth Daily?"

Zhao Xiyan looked horrified.

How did this guy find this place?

"It's the "Huaxia New Youth Daily."

After Jin Youwei corrected him with a frown, he chuckled, "Stationmaster Zhao is hiding very deeply. I asked my friends in the Joint Defense Office to find you, but I still can't find you..."

"Then how did you find me?" Zhao Xiyan asked curiously.

"Mr. Lou and I are friends. After he read "Swordsman" yesterday, he called me to ask me what the quality of this novel was..."

Jin Youwei sneered, "When I saw the text, I knew it was you."

"Hey, Editor-in-Chief Jin."

Lou Bancheng said unhappily, "Xiao Zhao is not a prisoner, why do you talk like that?"

"Not a prisoner?"

Jin Youwei complained, "Last time he told me a story, he told me 'eunuch' halfway through, I asked him what eunuch was, he told me that there was nothing below..."

Puff!

Lou Bancheng and others laughed immediately.

This kid's words are a bit irritating.

"Boy, what is the difference between this "Swordsman" and your...what story did you tell last time?" Jin Youwei asked.

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes." Zhao Xiyan whispered.

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes? What a good name..."

Jin Youwei gave a thumbs up, "We want both books from New Youth. We'll give you 12 cents for every 1,000 words..."

Zhao Xiyan didn't say anything, but just opened the door of the studio.

Are you kidding me? 12 cents for every 1,000 words?

Master Jin's work is worth a thousand gold coins per word.

At least you should give him a top salary, right?

"Xiao Zhao, this is not right." Jin Youwei said dissatisfiedly, "I'm only halfway through my words, why are you sending me away?"

"Twenty per thousand words, the publishing rights are yours, if it works, it works, if not, forget it." Zhao Xiyan curled his lips and said, "By the way, I'm waiting for money now, you pay me the fee for 100,000 words first..."

"Xiao Zhao, are you crazy?" Jin Youwei said in surprise, "You only wrote 8,000 words, and you want me to pay for 100,000 words? And... this is a novel, not an editorial, twenty per thousand words is too exaggerated."

It's not that there are no twenty per thousand words now, but they are all famous writers, and there are even many who get tens of thousands of royalties to buy courtyard houses.

"Then forget it."

Zhao Xiyan said indifferently, "Anyway, there is more than just your New Youth Daily in the city..."

"It's the New Youth Daily, not the daily newspaper."

Jin Youwei's forehead was exposed with blue veins, "The daily newspaper is published every day, and we are a monthly magazine...""Okay."

Zhao Xiyan knocked on the door and said, "Editor-in-Chief Jin, I still have work to do, please go."

"No, the price hasn't been discussed yet."

Jin Youwei was anxious.

After listening to the first two chapters of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" last time, his heart was like a cat's claw. If it weren't for the "literary spirit", he would have wanted to write it himself.

Now that he finally found someone, this kid actually asked for a sky-high price.

"The price can't be negotiated."

Zhao Xiyan spread his hands and said, "You said twelve, I'm not happy. I said twenty, you're not willing either... What's there to talk about?"

"You..."

Jin Youwei was furious.

"Xiao Zhao, I like your book "Swordsman" very much. How about this... Editor-in-Chief Jin pays twelve, and I'll pay the remaining eight?" Lou Bancheng chuckled.

"Boss Lou, you can't do this." Zhao Xiyan frowned and said, "Although I am a country boy, I have been educated... I know what 'food given by others' means. I have hands and feet, and I can earn money by myself."

He was not so stubborn.

It's just that Lou Bancheng's money is a bit hot to handle. If he takes it, he won't be able to explain it clearly.

Jin Youwei looked up to Zhao Xiyan when he heard this.

Lou Xiao'e's beautiful eyes also turned.

Seeing that Zhao Xiyan had said this, Lou Bancheng didn't mention the money.

It took a long while.

Jin Youwei said, "Xiao Zhao, how about this... I can agree to 20 yuan for 1,000 words temporarily, but this does not mean that the price of this book will always be the same. Let's start with 100,000 words. If it is popular with readers, we will continue to renew the contract."

"If readers don't like your writing style, can we negotiate the price again?"

...

Zhao Xiyan thought about it and felt that it was still possible.

After all, if Master Jin's books are not popular, he is not worthy of being called a master.

Seeing that he was interested, Jin Youwei continued, "Also... it's not okay to give you 100,000 words at a time. After all, our company won't agree to pay you 2,000 yuan at a time."

"Then how much do you want?"

Zhao Xiyan took out a cigarette and passed it around.

"I'll pay you 50,000 words at a time, which is 1,000 yuan. What do you think?"

Jin Youwei said this very carefully.

After all, Zhao Xiyan is a very stubborn guy. If he is kicked out, where will he put his old face?