Chapter 13: A heartless typing machine! Yang Mi was dumbfounded!
Pay according to the number of words?
Yang Mi couldn't help but frown.
Su Bai was just asking for trouble.
After all, Su Bai's writing was very concise, and the words after that were bound to be short.
Su Bai had said it himself; the following plot was about fifty thousand words.
Even if it was one yuan per word, how much could he earn?
Based on her understanding of Su Bai, he would never do something that didn't make money!
And if he worked overtime by the hour.
In order to earn overtime pay, Su Bai had to work overtime every day.
At that time, he would keep an eye on him!
Even if he couldn't write 1,000 words in an hour, he could at least write a few hundred words.
In less than half a month, Su Bai could finish the first draft.
Yang Mi thought about it carefully. Su Bai must be unwilling to work overtime, so he said that on purpose!
Thinking of this, Yang Mi directly rejected Su Bai's suggestion.
"Let's charge by the hour."
Afraid that Su Bai would misunderstand, Yang Mi explained:
"The main thing is that I'm afraid you'll suffer. Because before you finish writing this story, I might have to make you work overtime. This part of the income was quite considerable.”
She felt that she had said it honestly enough.
Just the income from working overtime was enough for Su Bai to make a fortune. Su Bai couldn't possibly refuse now.
However, she didn't expect Su Bai to reject her without thinking.
"If I'm paid according to the time, wouldn't that be the same as telling me to write slower and write longer so that I can earn more overtime pay?”
"I don't mind. Aren't you afraid of delaying the progress? To you, time is money! Let's charge according to the number of words!"
Yang Mi hesitated for a moment before reminding him,"I'm just afraid that you'll suffer a loss like this!”
Su Bai shook his head. Let's just forget about it!"
Seeing Su Bai insist, Yang Mi suggested.
"How about this? You wrote 1,000 words in this hour just now. Your overtime pay for an hour is also 1,000 yuan. I'll just give you one yuan per word! What do you think?"
In Yang Mi's opinion, it didn't matter if he spent more money. Su Bai couldn't slack off!
A thousand pieces of gold couldn't buy a good heart.
Even if Su Bai was not famous, Yang Mi liked him!
But Su Bai's eyes lit up.
One yuan per word?
This price was not low!
Not to mention a nobody like Su Bai, even for some great gods, this price was considered high.
Su Bai sat up straight.
It was as if he saw 50,000 dollars waving at him!
The system's reward of full marks for working hours was instantly activated!
A ready-made story, coupled with his top-notch scriptwriter skills.
Su Bai was at full power; his writing speed was rising like a rocket.
Previously, it took him an hour to write a thousand words, but now, he had written a thousand words in just ten minutes!
In other words, if Su Bai could maintain this speed, he could write 6,000 words in an hour!
But this was not Su Bai's limit!
Because Su Bai was still speeding up!
Although working overtime could slack off, in the long run, the income would be higher.
But Su Bai couldn't wait!
The sooner he earned enough money, the sooner he could exchange for the system's goods, right?
Yang Mi, Dilireba, and Luo Yu looked at each other, dumbfounded.
Especially Yang Mi, she felt terrible.
"You were f * cking acting like us all this time?”
Su Bai was instantly unhappy.
"How can you call it acting? My work speed is usually linked to my salary.”
"We didn't even negotiate overtime pay before, so our work efficiency was naturally low. Now that he could earn money for every word he wrote, his enthusiasm for work naturally soared!”
"Alright, stop talking to me. You're disturbing my writing!”
Yang Mi was speechless.
Numb!
Completely numb!
The difference between the two was a little too big!
Yang Mi's mouth twitched. She finally knew who Su Bai was.
A moneygrubber!
Absolute money-grubber!
Moreover, he was a money-grubber who wouldn't give up until he saw the rabbit!
However, Yang Mi was too lazy to care about this.
She just wanted to get this story as soon as possible so that she could read it to her heart's content while quickly finding someone to adapt it into a script.
If possible, she wished Su Bai could finish the story tonight!
Of course.
However, it was useless to write fast.
She had to keep an eye on the quality of Su Bai's writing. If Su Bai just wanted to be fast, he couldn't just fool around with the number of words!
However, the more Yang Mi looked, the more shocked she became!
Su Bai's content was similar to the previous one. It was full of practical information without any sloppiness!
Although the details were still lacking, the flow of the story and the reading experience became smoother as the writing speed increased!
So Su Bai had been hiding his strength!
He was acting!
Even now, he was still acting!
This was definitely not Su Bai's real level!
If Su Bai could slow down, he could definitely write a story full of flesh and blood!
He thought of the first draft Su Bai mentioned.
It was really the first draft!
Yang Mi didn't dare to move her eyes away. She wanted to see how long Su Bai could stay in this state!
In her opinion, Su Bai wouldn't be able to hold on for long in such a high state.
However, half an hour had passed and Su Bai didn't slow down at all.
In fact, he had written nearly 5,000 words in just half an hour!
Luo Yu and Dilareba could not hold on any longer.
It was already very late, and Su Bai was writing too fast. It was too much for their eyes to take in, and they almost had double vision.
The two of them could not take it anymore and went back to rest.
Only Su Bai and Yang Mi were left in the office.
A man and a woman were alone in a room.
Yang Mi was still a little worried and shy.
However, when she saw Su Bai focused on writing, the fluttering thoughts in her heart disappeared.
After a tiring day, she sat beside Su Bai, removed all the burden of being an idol, and laid on the desk without any image. She tilted her head and watched Su Bai write.
Su Bai typed a line and she looked at it.
Sometimes, when she read too fast and Su Bai hadn't finished his words, she would look at his face again.
At this moment, Yang Mi even felt a faint sense of happiness.
It would be great if she could always be like this in the future.
Thinking of this…
She usually had to be served when she drank water, but she took the initiative to make Su Bai a cup of coffee.
"Would you like a cup of coffee to refresh yourself?"
"You drink it. I don't drink it."
Yang Mi looked at Su Bai who didn't even lift his head and pouted: "But it's already very late. Aren't you sleepy?”
Su Bai's hand was still moving." Money is more refreshing than coffee to me!" If you want me to wake up, the best way is not to let me drink coffee, but to directly take out a stack of money and throw it in my face!”
Yang Mi chuckled.
It perfectly explained what it meant to be prettier than flowers.
However, no one was destined to appreciate this beautiful scenery.
Yang Mi, who was feeling sleepy, lay on the table again.
Accompanied by the sound of typing, Yang Mi slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.
She seemed to have dreamt of something, but there was a sweet smile on her face.
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