Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Romance -> Rebirth requires being tough on oneself

Text Chapter 142 Otherwise, why would I earn so much money?  (Guaranteed update 2000/12500)

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    "Actually, I wanted to come here a few days ago. I called the school from Shencheng. I really thought you were cheated. But I don't have your contact information, and the address of your home is too remote. Even  I don¡¯t even have a house number, so I¡¯m afraid I¡¯ll just come here like this, and it¡¯s a waste of time. Fortunately, you called here yourself, heh, you didn¡¯t get cheated, but you were almost tied up"

    In a small noodle restaurant two or three hundred meters away from Qingshan Hotel, Jiang Sen, Cheng Zhanpeng and Zheng Haiyun sat at a table.  In this small remote place, it was rare for this noodle shop to be open until nine o'clock in the evening. The three of them who hadn't had dinner sat down and waited for the boss to cook the noodles. Cheng Zhanpeng chatted with Jiang Sen.  Because nothing happened, I was in a good mood, and I laughed out loud.

    After laughing a few times, he turned his head again and praised Zheng Haiyun: "Teacher Zheng has contributed a lot today, and he has made a great contribution."

    Zheng Haiyun was so praised by the boss, he couldn't help being elated, and said repeatedly: "It should be, it should be, students' affairs are my affairs, school affairs are my family's affairs! Hahahaha"

    Cheng Zhanpeng said: "I still have to give you a credit. If there is a chance, I will see if I can find a way to adjust the work in the future."

    "Huh?" Zheng Haiyun was pleasantly surprised at this moment, and the light of "Pengpeng, I want to give you a monkey" suddenly appeared in his eyes.

    Jiang Sen couldn't help being surprised.  Is this kind of thing so straightforward?

    But after thinking about it, it seems that Zheng Haiyun's level of education is not straightforward, and she may not understand it.

    It is true that Cheng Zhanpeng has a strong sense of proportion when he sees who he says and what he says.

    In this regard, he has to learn from Pengpeng.

    I can't see that everyone is an idiot, but I was beaten today

    Jiang Sen caressed his "golden left hand" distressedly. It was so injured that he could only use one hand to pee in the future. He was afraid that he couldn't hold it with one hand, which was very troublesome.  I am worrying here, the noodles from the owner of the shop are ready.

    Three bowls full of massive noodles were brought to the table. Jiang Sen held the bowl with one hand and the chopsticks with the other.

    Cheng Zhanpeng and Zheng Haiyun suddenly looked at Jiang Sen in unison, with strange eyes.

    There was something wrong with Jiang Sen himself, he frowned and thought for a long time, and suddenly realized: "Oh, I remembered, my hand is not broken, it's just scratched, I acted too seriously just now, I thought I couldn't move this hand  ,Ha ha ha ha¡­¡­"

    Cheng Zhanpeng: ""

    Zheng Haiyun: ""

    More than half an hour later, at nearly ten o'clock in the evening, after Jiang Sen had finished eating two large bowls of noodles and couldn't drink the second bowl of noodle soup, Cheng Zhanpeng paid for it, and the three finally got up and left.  Jiang Sen stroked his stomach and returned along the way he came.

    Walking to the gate of the Qingshan Hotel, Jiang Sen pondered for a while, and decided to go to the hospital to see Kong's second child first.

    If you have agreed to go, no matter how late it is, you can't count your words.

    Passing by a fruit shop that was still open at ten o'clock on the road, Cheng Zhanpeng bought some apples and bananas. Jiang Sen remembered that in some places in the south, it seemed that it was a curse to invite patients to eat bananas, so he gave up the bananas he liked more and offered to ask for bananas.  I took the apples and took them to see Lao Kong, and left the bananas for Zeng Youcai, Xiao Wang and Lao Qiu who were beaten for the 18th Middle School.

    Of course, Lao Qiu is also very pitiful. He was hit with a big hole in his head, and his injuries are ridiculous. He shouldn't be treated unfairly like eating bananas.  It's just the relationship between people. After all, there are close and distant relatives. Although Lao Qiu is his coach, the training fee is paid by the school.  passerby.

    As a passer-by, Brother Sen can no longer take care of his feelings and emotions.

    There will be many such things in the future, so as a person, you must learn to allocate your feelings reasonably, and you can't think of pleasing everyone.  Because the more you try to please everyone, the less you will be able to please everyone, and you will often lose yourself in an overly stupid human relationship.  A lot of time and energy wasted for no reason, and there is no return.

    ?Life is so short and time is so precious, a sensible person must never develop such a thankless habit.  Especially when you are not very strong and can't even take care of yourself, you must learn to choose between giving bananas and apples.

    "Is your novel written well?"

    "Um."

    When Jiang Sen was thinking about the relationship between bananas and apples, Cheng Zhanpeng asked about the novel again.  Thinking of the miraculous scene of hundreds of girls surrounding Jiang Sen just now, the old color critic asked curiously and enviously, "What did you write that so many girls like to read?"

    "It's not just girls."Jiang Sendao, "Counting the pirated copies, it is estimated that there are at least 300,000 to 400,000 people who read my novel on the Internet, but the number of people who pay is still relatively small."

    "Pay" Cheng Zhanpeng was slightly dumbfounded, "Then you can really make money with this book?"

    "Well, I've earned it." Jiang Sen said, "It's just been published. The publishing house in Xiangjiang has bought out the traditional Chinese copyright. It has already received 60,000 yuan, and it will be credited before the 15th of next month."

    "Sixty thousand?" Cheng Zhanpeng was slightly startled.

    In his mind, although this amount of money is quite a lot, it does not seem to be a particularly huge amount in terms of the standard of manuscript fees.  You must know that domestic publishing has been booming in the past few years. If any celebrity publishes a book at will, the manuscript fee will start at three to five million yuan, not to mention that there are young writers from all walks of life who have emerged together in a short period of time.  Sell ??millions of copies a month.

    Even he couldn't help but go to the bookstore to look through super famous works like "Eight Gates" and "How Much Do You Know in Dreams".

    So in comparison, Jiang Sen's 60,000 yuan is really nothing.

    However, when this number fell into Zheng Haiyun's ears, it was a thunderous sound.  Sixty thousand?  !  After a whole year, the total amount of money she got was only this amount. This is Jiang Sen, a freshman in high school, who actually wrote it in a month?  !

    Zheng Haiyun's heart was turbulent, and he suppressed it forcibly.

    At this time, Cheng Zhanpeng asked a little uncertainly: "Then, will you write this book after school starts?"

    "No more." Jiang Sen smiled, "I've finished writing."

    When Cheng Pengzhan heard this, he was really relieved.

    After all, it is a matter of money, and the income of a normal person is indeed not a decimal. He can't really force Jiang Sen to give up this income.  But now it's all right, it's finished, it's not bad, this kid's work speed is really fast.

    "That's good" Cheng Zhanpeng nodded with satisfaction, and then said casually, "Then go to school when school starts, and have enough money in life. You must be exhausted this month. It's been more than a month  Writing a book of 100,000 to 200,000 words, I think it is not easy, I think it is not easy, go back and take a good rest for two days, hurry up to recover, and prepare for the new semester."

    "En." Jiang Sen responded, and said calmly, "It's not 100,000 to 200,000 words. Internet novels are usually relatively long. My book is 1.08 million words."

    "Ah? How many words?" Cheng Zhanpeng stopped suddenly, feeling as if he had heard it wrong.

    "One million and eighty thousand words." Jiang Sen replied calmly, "Forty-four days, an average of more than 20,000 words per day. If I don't have this workload as a base, how can I earn so much money?"

    Cheng Zhanpeng frowned slightly, looking at the unfailing expression on Jiang Sen's face.

    The understanding of the world in my heart was refreshed when I was caught off guard

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª

    Please subscribe!  Ask for a monthly pass!  Ask for a recommendation ticket!  </div&gt
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report