Being a wise man, I am serious

Chapter 287 New car
"Since you agree, let's get started. I'll make a plan as soon as possible. Besides, where will the money come from?" Tang Qingya asked the most critical question.

Because the current volume of the Writer Village is relatively large, especially after the expansion, even with the stable income of the video team, it is barely the same.

"My manuscript fee for this month should be coming soon..." Qin Xiong rubbed his nose and said awkwardly.

"Do you have to post it by yourself again?" Tang Qingya asked with a frown.

"Otherwise, what else can I do? Anyway, my income in recent months has been pretty good, I can afford it." Qin Xiong.

"Why can't we find a partner or something and invest together? Not to mention the great masters in the province, even the masters of our association should be interested in investing in the website together, right?" Tang Qingya was speechless.

"To be honest, it's no longer profitable to run a website. It's better to do this kind of money-losing business by yourself. I can't bear it with my conscience if I recruit others to join in and lose money together." Qin Xiong said with a wry smile.

"...If this is the case, then I have to re-evaluate this matter." Tang Qingya.

"The loss is my money, and you don't have to feel sorry for it. I'm only talking about the high probability. If one or two books sell well, you won't lose money. You still have the opportunity to incubate your own IP, which can save a lot of money. Money." Qin Xiong.

"Losing your money is equivalent to losing your child's future money. I have to pay close attention to someone like you who only has the ability to make money but not the ability to keep money." Tang Qingya said seriously.

"As long as the speed at which I make money exceeds the speed at which I lose money, I'm still making money. At least the scale of the Writer's Village has grown. When the website is built in the future, the entire ecological chain will be more complete." Qin Xiong.

"Forget it, my situation is not as good as yours. At most, I'm just a part-time job. How much is the start-up capital?" Tang Qingya asked.

"Five hundred thousand should be about the same?" Qin Xiong asked.

"It shouldn't be so much, how much is the monthly manuscript fee?" Tang Qingya asked.

"Less than two hundred." Qin Xiong.

"...I still want to make money by writing books. I want to change my career!" Tang Qingya was a little shocked when she heard this. The current income does not include copyright, but pure subscription share.

"If you can write well, you will definitely be the most beautiful female writer in the online literature circle." Qin Xiong said.

"It turns out that good looks can be eaten as food." Tang Qingya.

"It must be dripped." Qin Xiong nodded.

"Then why did you fight for three years? At least you were more handsome before than now." Tang Qingya.

"Appearance, in terms of male frequency, can only be regarded as icing on the cake at best." Qin Xiong.

As they chatted, the conversation between the two became more relaxed. They both found that talking about business can make each other get along more happily.

Speaking of it, they may not be considered a very compatible couple, but they can definitely be regarded as good partners.

With the previous close relationship, the two can trust each other more and are more willing to fully support each other's ideas when they carry out commercial projects.

The next day, Qin Xiong's huge manuscript fee arrived. This should be regarded as the most explosive subscription income since he wrote the book.

There is no copyright fee, but it is close to [-] million.

After transferring the 50 promised to Tang Qingya to create a website to the designated account, Qin Xiong looked at the balance of his bank card again.

Starting today, his bank card has finally started to have a million-level balance, and he no longer goes in with his left hand and out with his right. This is definitely a welcome change.

Now that the money has arrived, the matter of changing the car must of course be put into action.

When buying a car, he thought of his dream of a sports car and wondered if there was a chance to realize it as soon as possible.

However, after looking around at the sports cars, he realized that he didn't have millions in cash, so there was no need to think about those sports cars.

The bad ones are despised, and the good ones can't be bought. I didn't expect that even at his level, there are still many cars that he can't afford to mess with.

In the end, Qin Xiong directly picked up an existing car, the Volkswagen Tiguan L, which cost less than [-] yuan.

He is going to make a transition first, when the money is really not bad, and then directly mention a luxury sports car worth several million, then there will be more choices.

Anyway, with so many people in the company, even if this car is eliminated by then, it will still be used by someone. For example, when Matthew and others go to a farther place to take pictures, they often need a car.

Although this SUV is not very high-end among other models, Qin Xiong likes its appearance very much, with a silver-gray shape and full of metallic texture.

The space inside is also large enough, the power is relatively sufficient, and the chassis is relatively high. Usually running in the city, even on some slightly bad roads, and on some higher road eaves, there is no problem.

When I drove the car back to the Writer's Village, the license plate hadn't been registered yet. Small cities don't need a lottery to get the license plate. Qin Xiong had already selected the license plate on the computer, but it would take a few days for it to be delivered.

After seeing it, Tang Xianxian looked left and right, a little disappointed, and said, "Brother-in-law, this car doesn't fit your status."

"Oh, what car suits my identity?" Qin Xiong asked.

"At least it must be a million-level sports car." Tang Xianxian.

"Million-level sports cars are beggars' version, not even as reliable as Porsche 911." Qin Xiong.

"That's right, why didn't you buy that? We can still have fun, and if we buy a sports car, we don't need to borrow props from the car dealer when we shoot some high-energy dramas." Tang Xianxian said.

Qin Xiong was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Have you all started using sports cars recently? I really didn't expect this."

"That's right, our writer's village has such a large scale, and even drives a small broken car as a prop, and the audience doesn't agree. Nowadays, the male protagonists in many novels start with sports cars..." Tang Xianxian.

"You tell me to take it easy, and I'll think about this issue when my manuscript fee arrives next month..." Qin Xiong said with confidence.

"I think this car is very handsome. I can buy one sometime. Boss, how much is this car?" Fu Xingchen looked forward to.

"Three hundred thousand, work hard, there is a chance." Qin Xiong encouraged.

"Can you lend me a ride first?" Fu Xingchen asked.

"Okay, your driving skills are still good, don't drag the car." Qin Xiong reminded.

"Don't worry, no, I still want to live for a few more years, sister Weiyang, do you want to go out together?" Fu Xingchen saw that Ji Weiyang had also come out, and asked in public.

"Borrowing someone else's car to look handsome, only you can do it." Ji Weiyang couldn't help but complain.

"What's the matter? Boss' car will be our car sooner or later. If there is no accident, he will get a new car next month. Come up..." Fu Xingchen warmly invited.

"Bring me one..." Feng Dacai said immediately.

"Brother, are you used to being a light bulb?" Seeing this, Feng Xiaoman quickly grabbed him.

Obviously, when she and Jiang Ren fell in love, this cheap cousin was often in the way.

Feng Dacai had no choice but to retreat resentfully.

However, Ji Weiyang didn't want to go for a drive with Fu Xingchen alone, she didn't want to hurt Fu Xingchen's heart in public, so she dragged Feng Xiaoman into the car.

Although Fu Xingchen was a little dissatisfied, he also knew that this was probably Ji Weiyang's last concession. He let out a strange cry on the spot, drove Qin Xiong's new car, and rushed out of the writer's village with the two of them.

"Brother-in-law, are you not afraid that he will damage your new car?" Tang Xianxian asked.

"What are you afraid of? It's really broken, so let the three of them stay to pay off the debt, and no one can escape!" Qin Xiong said nonchalantly.

"It's a good deal." Tang Xianxian silently calculated and nodded.

(End of this chapter)