Being a wise man, I am serious

Chapter 72 To wear a crown must bear its weight
"If you don't return it, if you don't return it, you will be supporting the disaster area." Qin Xiong replied.

"You're returning to the disaster area, and your monthly income will soon exceed [-]." Tang Xianxian said contemptuously.

"It's very late, I'm going to bed first, and I want to refund the money, so I have to pay back the money I borrowed earlier." Qin Xiong replied unceremoniously.

Sure enough, as soon as this was mentioned, Tang Xianxian quickly disappeared from his circle of friends.

Not long after Qin Xiong lay down, Tang Qingya slipped into his room quietly.

"Is Rong Rong asleep?" Qin Xiong asked.

"Ah."

"It's late at night, what are you doing here, I don't have any strength left, I'm so excited today." Qin Xiong said frankly.

"I don't want to do anything, don't think about it wrongly, I just want to accompany you, and I think it's too difficult for you, husband." Tang Qingya said softly.

"It was not easy before, and I have never seen you so consoling." Qin Xiong said with emotion.

"In the past, you didn't think about making progress. If I am amiable and comforting every day, you will have no motivation to fight. Your comfort zone is the hero's tomb."

"I don't think it's a place of comfort either. I'm always in fear and trembling all day long, fearing that if I can't take care of my children or cook meals, I'll be disgusted by you..." Qin Xiong complained.

"In the future, let's live a good life and strive to realize the freedom of wealth as soon as possible." Tang Qingya said.

"If this book can be stabilized, then [-] per month will be enough. If we join hands, we still have a chance to enter the middle class." Qin Xiong Zhanzhan said.

"Well, you write a good book. I work hard. Rongrong helps us take care of the children and cook. If it doesn't work, we can increase the salary and try to keep her for two more years. After the child enters elementary school, he can take care of himself. We will have More energy to develop your own business." Tang Qingya said.

"Okay, it's already late, sleepy." Qin Xiong said.

"I want to lie here for a while longer," Tang Qingya said.

"The bed is too small to fit!" Qin Xiong said.

"I do not care!"

"You must have a conspiracy. Did your father mention the second child again?"

"No."

"When I earn a million dollars a year, I will have a second child, but both children must follow my surname!" Qin Xiong said bluntly.

"I haven't agreed to have a second child yet."

"Don't talk about it, you have to work hard to code tomorrow, so go back quickly." Qin Xiong reminded.

"How dare you despise me!" Tang Qingya was a little dissatisfied.

"Not really."

"There must be. I used to earn a lot of money. Although I don't know how to cook and I don't like to do housework, there is at least one advantage. Now that your income has risen, you will immediately start to dislike me. Do you think I have no Was it so important before?" Tang Qingya pestered.

"Grandma, please don't be so sensitive. I didn't make money before, and you bothered me. Now that I can make some money, you bother me again. It's too difficult for me." Qin Xiong complained.

"Then will you hand over your monthly income to me?" Tang Qingya asked.

"..." Qin Xiong.

"Speak up, if you don't give me the money to keep, I don't feel safe at all, and I may be more sensitive." Tang Qingya.

"Can you pay it or not? You are not short of this little money. You can finally enjoy the fun of making money. You just want to take it away. How can you bear it?" Qin Xiong.

"It's said that men turn bad when they have money, but you have already started to change your mind if you don't have money." Tang Qingya.

"We'll talk about this issue tomorrow. Even if you have to hand it in, you can't hand it in all. Let's go to bed first." Qin Xiong said helplessly.

"I will leave you one thousand every month, and hand over the rest."

"No, it's impossible, I also want to live a life of self-sufficiency." Qin Xiong.

"two thousand?"

"Leave at least five thousand." Qin Xiong said.

"Okay, the excess of [-] must be handed in on time every month, and I will save it for you." Tang Qingya actually agreed.

"I hope you can really save it. If I borrow it again, I won't hand over any money in the future. Your brother-in-law's side is definitely a bottomless pit!" Qin Xiong warned.

"Don't worry, if they don't pay back the previous payment, I will never borrow another penny." Tang Qingya promised.

"If they repay the [-], how about borrowing [-] or [-] from you later?" Qin Xiong asked.

"You can borrow up to [-] yuan, and if you exceed it, there will be nothing." Tang Qingya replied.

"I hope you remember what I said tonight." After Qin Xiong finished speaking, he turned sideways to give her some space.

However, Tang Qingya got a satisfactory answer and went back to her room directly.

"Since I have a wife, I don't even want to be rich in this life. The wife is the real bottomless pit." Qin Xiong thought with great concern.

Because of the unexpected rise of the new book, Qin Xiong is not in a hurry to deal with the writer's village.

It's not because he thinks the writer's village is unimportant, but because he thinks it will be easier for him to operate this matter after he has enough strength and financial resources, or even a certain "status in the world", and it will be more convenient for him to do so in a better place. High platform integration and docking resources.

The rhythm and efficiency of small people and big people are completely different, and Qin Xiong has long been deeply aware of this.

Forging iron must be hard by itself.

Because of Jiang Yingrong's arrival, Qin Xiong no longer needed to wake up early in pain. He could wait for Jiang Yingrong to come back after delivering his wife and children, and then get up and eat breakfast quietly.

Sure enough, ninety-nine percent of the troubles in life can be solved by money.

They just invited a suitable foreign aid, and Qin Xiong's quality of life and happiness have taken a qualitative leap.

After breakfast, Qin Xiong was about to go back to his room when Jiang Yingrong suddenly said, "Cousin-in-law, I wrote a [-]-word opening chapter, can you read it for me?"

"If you don't write [-] words, don't rush to find me. If you have difficulty writing [-] words, no matter how amazing the first [-] words are, you won't be able to make money. Talent is very important, and persistence is even more important." Qin Xiong bluntly.

"The main reason is that I don't know if readers will like it when I write it this way, so I want you to help me check it out." Jiang Yingrong said.

"I think you think too much. When a newcomer writes a book, there are no readers. Do you think that readers will scold you if you write poorly? In fact, there may not even be anyone scolding you!" Qin Xiong said heartily. .

"I hate it. No wonder my cousin said that your mouth is a bit damaged. It turned out to be true. You are still a literati, and you speak so harshly!" Jiang Yingrong said angrily.

"I'm telling the truth. If you don't believe me, you can post the written text on the Internet first, and see if anyone cares about you." Qin Xiong said.

"Don't worry, I'll pass it on at night, and I won't ask you to check it out in the future. Aren't you just afraid that I will get angry too, and no one will do housework and babysitting for you?" Jiang Yingrong was a little unhappy.

Hearing this, Qin Xiong sighed heavily, and said: "You are really a bit of a villain, I am also just getting started, the experience that suits me may not be suitable for you, and I am afraid that it will lead you astray. Well, the needs of male and female readers are different, forget it, show me the opening article..."

"Good!" Jiang Yingrong heard this, and hurried in to take out Tang Qingya's laptop.

Qin Xiong clicked on the document and glanced at it, with a complicated expression on his face.

"Rongrong, I don't think you really need to waste time on this matter. After graduating from university, I can't even write sentences fluently. I really don't know how far you are from full-time work..." Qin Xiong said.

"How is it possible? I saw several books before, all expressed in this way, and the popularity is pretty good." Jiang Yingrong couldn't accept it.

"Martian language?" Qin Xiong asked.

"If you don't believe me, see for yourself!" Jiang Yingrong said.

Qin Xiong was a little unbelieving, clicked on it for a few moments, and then sighed: "Sure enough, all the known writing rules of online articles are used to break, and the current post-00s are really terrible, although the sentences occasionally fail to make sense. , but the plot is surprisingly fresh and full of emotions, making it easy to get people hooked."

"So, do I still have a chance?" Jiang Yingrong asked with a little satisfaction.

"If you succeed, you will have a chance. If you don't succeed, you may end up worse than me, and you may not even get the guarantee." Qin Xiong said bluntly.

"No wonder you are thirty years old and just started. With your vision and knowledge, you are not very good. I will write it myself in the future, and no one will ask for advice!" Jiang Yingrong said confidently.

"Come on, believe in yourself, you are the best!" Qin Xiong was not angry, and quickly sent sincere encouragement.

Generally speaking, newcomers have the strongest self-confidence. If they don't even have this self-confidence, they won't easily fall into this tiankeng.

I only hope that the flowers will be similar every year, and the Buddha will save the destined people!
After dismissing Jiang Yingrong's entanglement, Qin Xiong took a look at the book review area after uploading the updated chapter.

I wonder, what happened, why did so many people scold me suddenly appear today?

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(End of this chapter)