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"Ding!"
Ji Yangyang, who was studying at night, heard his phone ring. He thought it was a text message from 10086, but when he opened it, it was a QQ message.
"Hello, I'm the editor of Feilu's novel network. Are you free? Talk?"
"What is it?"
"Are you the author of Little Joy?”
"Yes, you're the legendary editor?”
"Legend? No, I'm not the legendary one. I'm from Feilu. I'm from Dedication. Do you have an outline for this book? Can you send it over to take a look?"
"Boss, wait a minute. I'll call you right away."
“......”
"The structure of the novel is not bad. In your opinion, how many words do you think this book will be finished?”
"Can it continue to flow and not end?”
"Get lost!"
"Alright, about 800,000 to 1,000,000.”
"Alright, I'll send you the contract. Send it over tomorrow. By the way, I'm not sending the contract back.”
"Then, big boss, how do I know if I've successfully signed the contract?”
"I'll just get up every day and keep an eye on the author's background.”
"Alright, you're the big shot. You have the final say. When I become a god, you'll…"
"What about me? Threatening!"
"You... You'll be rich. Worship!"
"Then why aren't you getting back to writing? It's only the fifth watch today."
Ji Yangyang immediately downloaded the contract that Dade Dada had sent over and read it.
How should I put it, it was mutually beneficial.
He took his phone and went downstairs to the supermarket to print the contract.
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"Ji Yangyang, what are you holding in your hand? Exam papers? Let me see."
When he returned to his seat, Qiao Yingzi turned around and asked.
"Uh, it's not a test paper. It's a contract.”
"Contract? What contract? Are you selling yourself?"
"More or less?"
"Let me see."
Ji Yangyang, are you writing a novel?"
"That's right. Didn't I tell you last time? I'm creating a world for millions of people.”
"What novel are you writing? Can I read it?”
"En, you can just search for Little Joy on Feilu.”
After saying that, she picked up the printed contract and filled it out.
"Ji Yangyang, you've written quite well. It's also about the life of a third-year student.”
"Of course. Don't you know who I am?”
"But, aren't you delaying your studies by writing novels? You're already in your third year of high school."
"I was bored in my third year of high school, so I thought of writing novels. All the knowledge I learned in my third year of high school is here.”
After saying that, he pointed at his head.
"D * mn, you're putting a lot of pressure on us, right, Tao Zi?”
"That's right, Ji Yangyang. Can you earn money by writing novels?”
"I think so. I don't know either. I heard that it's okay. There's a traffic fee when you sign the contract.”
"I heard that writing a novel also requires tax. Ji Yangyang, how much is it after tax after taking a look at the contract?”
"With who?"
"What? I said it!"
"I don't need money to sleep with you."
Huang Zhitao was speechless.
"Damn Yang Yang, who told you this? I'm talking about taxes, taxes.”
Huang Zhitao blushed.
"Tao Zi, it's free!"
"Damn Yingzi, how dare you joke with me!”
"I think it's a 20% tax.”
Feilu seemed to cost about 8 cents for a chapter of about 2000 words? After the 50 - 50 split, the author would get 4 cents and 20% tax.
Ji Yangyang was speechless.
Ji Yangyang felt that it was a mistake for him to start writing novels. How could he earn money from this?
But there was no other way. He was only a third-year student and had no other means to earn money. Writing novels could help him practice his writing skills. Another way was to pretend that he could kill time.
The next morning, Ji Yangyang went to a courier station to mail the contract out. He spent 22 yuan. Who knew when he would be able to earn back the printing and delivery fees?
"Ding! Congratulations to Master for successfully publishing your first novel and signing a contract. You have received 800 Growth Points. Remaining Growth Points: 2000 points."
This was not a loss. Putting aside the fact that the novel was profitable, 30 yuan plus four to five days of writing had earned 800 Growth Points.
This growth value was priceless.
2000 Growth Value points. He was still 3000 points away from 5000. Ji Yangyang thought back to the original novel, but he could not remember when Liu Jing was diagnosed with breast cancer.
However, he remembered that he was wearing a coat at that time. It was already mid-September now, and the weather had turned slightly cold.
" Gasp! Ji Yangyang gasped. That means there's only one or two months left. Then, a sense of urgency welled up in his heart. What else could he do to earn Growth Points?”
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