So red that everything is black

Chapter 9 Light Red ([-])

Ye Xuesong opened the Q friend list.

Pei Yuan said in a sour voice: "I asked you why you don't write books well, and you wandered into the Internet literary circle for no reason. It turns out you went to flirt with girls!"

"What are you talking about flirting with girls? We are discussing literature!" Ye Xuesong said righteously, "But the Internet literary circle is too complicated! I have already withdrawn from the circle."

Although both the publishing circle and the Internet writing circle are writers, they are separated by lines like mountains.

Pei Yuan knew little about the Internet literary circle before, so he couldn't help but curiously asked: "How did the Internet literary circle get involved?"

"We who write publications only write [-] a day. Do you know how much those male online writers write in a day? Fourteen thousand! There are even tentacle monsters who write [-] a day! It's really boring! You can't even let people live! "

"How can it be that exaggerated as you say? I've seen Guifu's update frequency, and it's only two thousand updates a day."

"So she has been writing for ten years without signing a contract! After all, she can't even meet the minimum standards. Editors also have KPIs, who is willing to sign a writer like this." Ye Xuesong approached Pei Yuan and asked quietly, "What do you want? Don’t want to join her Q group and talk to her?”

"Do you have a solution?"

"Of course! Her book has just been signed and put on the shelves. Go and register an account for Wenyuan Pavilion. First place a full order and get a reward, and you will be sure to join the readers' communication group."

"Is there such an operation?"

"There are many operations in the Internet literary circle. Grandpa will teach you slowly."

"You, old man, are not fooling around in the internet literary world for nothing!"

"No, I'm just playing. It's too difficult to get involved in the online literary world, there are too many ways."

Pei Yuan bound the payment method and asked: "How much is the usual reward? 10? 100 million?"

Ye Xuesong hurriedly stopped: "Wait a minute! You want to scare me to death! Can I call you grandpa? Can the entire site be notified of your level of reward?"

"Too much?"

Ye Xuesong held down his cell phone: "Okay, okay, I suggest you stop tipping now, so as not to be suspected. By the way, how did you add her CC?"

"I met Hu Zun recently, and he added it to me as a lawyer friend."

"That guy Hu Zun is too rich. I helped you once, but you have to pay it back ten times. It's better for me to help you get it done!"

"Will you help me?"

"The premise is that you have to recommend the cover for my new book."

"The same raccoon dog." Pei Yuan gave him a shove.

Ye Xuesong shook his phone: "To show my sincerity, let me show you her chat history in the group!"

"You have a conscience."

Pei Yuan took it, pointed to the chat record and asked: "Who is this 'electric-eyed black cat who can do the Thomas pirouette'? Everyone is saying welcome, but he is the one who is in trouble."

"Don't pay attention to him. He's just an angry young man. He's always taunting everyone. I've been taunted by him too."

Pei Yuan casually searched the Weibo of Dianyan Black Cat and found that most of the blog posts contained information about cheering for the girl group, as well as beautiful solo photos of female idols.

After all, he is still a contracted writer and doesn’t pay attention to his image at all.

Pei Yuan cursed lowly, cursing the black cat to die on the woman sooner or later.

*
Three working days later, Wen Xinlan received the after-tax copyright fees for "The Runaway Bride".

Although Wenyuange has already signed a contract with Wenyuange, Wenyuange's income cannot be transferred to the card until the following month. Today's copyright fee can be regarded as the first pot of gold that Wen Xinlan has earned.

As an important moment in her career, Wen Xinlan immediately sent a CC: "Nuan Nuan, are you free tonight? I'll treat you to dinner."

The two friends rarely make appointments during working days.

Zhen Nuan asked: "Today? Is there anything good you can do?"

"I received the royalties!"

Zhen Nuan excitedly replied with a row of raised eyebrows and shy emoticons, "Great! I must go!"

Although the programmer didn't get off work until nine o'clock in the evening, Zhen Nuan ran away before seven o'clock and rushed all the way to a top western restaurant in Wencheng.

The handsome waiter at the door saw Zhen Nuan alone, bent down and asked: "Hello, is this Ms. Zhen?"

"Yes, my friend has arrived early."

"This way, please." The waiter politely led her to the window.

"Warm!"

"Wenwen, congratulations!"

The two friends hugged each other and sat down.

Uniquely shaped candles burned on the white tablecloth, and the view outside the window was vast, offering a panoramic view of the night view of Wencheng.

"A four-digit Western restaurant is really different!"

"Come on, order whatever you want! I've just ordered a few limited edition dishes."

"Then I'm not welcome!" Zhen Nuan finished ordering and looked deeply into the other person's eyes, "Wenwen, I'm really happy for you!"

"Nuan Nuan, I also want to lend you this meal to thank you! Thank you for staying with me all these years!"

"Oh, it's so greasy! I'm already full even before I finish the meal!"

The waiter brought the appetizers and poured half a glass of peach sparkling wine.

"Come on! Try the difference in this four-digit restaurant!"

Just as Wen Xinlan was about to start, Zhen Nuan dissuaded her: "Wait! Before the meal, can I take a photo for you first?"

"Do you want to post on Moments?" "How many people are there in your Moments? Of course you should post on Breeze! Today is a big day in your career!"

"I have very few Breeze fans."

"So it needs maintenance!"

Zhen Nuan took a series of photos, selected a few, repaired them, and sent them directly to Wen Xinlan's mobile phone, "Can you take a look at these four photos? Come up with a copy yourself! To commemorate the successful sale of the first copyright! "

"Sister, you are 666!"

"No reward for no merit! You can't eat this meal for free!"

The waiter served steaks and desserts in turn.

After a few glasses of wine, the two of them were so drunk that their cheeks turned red.

Zhen Nuan looked at the lights of thousands of houses outside the window, recalling the past in her mind.

"Wenwen, do you still remember? Five years ago, you told me that when you make money from writing, you will definitely invite me to eat at the top Western restaurant in Wencheng. Unexpectedly, it really came true today."

"Yeah, until now I still can't believe that I really made money from writing. It feels like a dream."

"Great writers start from a dream. From the moment you dare to imagine it, you are not far from realizing it."

Wen Xinlan shook her wine glass and looked out the window, "Nuan Nuan, where do you think I can go in the future?"

“As far as you can think, you can go.”

"Then what I'm thinking of is very, very far away..."

"Congratulations, you will definitely be able to go very far..."

*
Wen Xinlan took a taxi back home, alcohol spreading throughout her body.

The whole person became more and more excited, and after staying up for a few hours, he felt no sleep at all.

Wen Xinlan lay on the bed and called home.

At this moment, my mother had fallen asleep, and my father, who was still writing a manuscript, got through.

"Hey, girl, are you still up so late?"

"Dad, I have some good news for you. One of the novels I wrote was sold and I made 8 yuan!"

"Dad knew that we would be good at writing! Dad has published so many essays in newspapers, but the copyright fee for one of your novels is not as high as that of yours!"

Wen Xinlan's father, Wen Hai, is a senior engineer at a state-owned enterprise in Lingcheng. He likes to write scientific research papers and prose travel notes in his spare time.

The father and daughter are literati who despise each other.

My father cannot read the Internet.

The daughter also disdained her father's local literature.

It is rare for father and daughter to be as harmonious as they are tonight.

After Wen Hai congratulated his daughter, he did not forget to say a few words: "It is not easy for girls outside. After you earn money, save some money and save it in the bank as much as possible."

"understood."

"Daughter, you have grown up and it's time to save some money. If we were back home, you would have gotten married and had children at your age! When will you and Tong Lu get married?"

"Oh dad! Why are you more nagging than my mother! I'm done!"

After Wen Xinlan called her father, she called Tong Lu again: "Honey, are you still awake? When will you return to Wencheng?"

Tong Lu was flipping through a pile of documents, panicking with his mobile phone on his shoulder: "Honey, I'm not sure, there are a lot of things going on this time."

"Honey, I have great news for you!"

"What good news?"

"you guess!"

"Did you win the lottery?"

"No, guess again."

"You got promoted?"

"No, I made money! I made money by writing! I bought the copyright of a movie and earned 8 yuan!"

Tong Lu couldn't tell whether he was happy or worried, "Honey, congratulations! Ten years of writing finally paid off!"

"Husband, how do you think I will spend this money? How about we go on a trip together when you come back?"

"It depends on the situation. It's not easy to arrange time now." Tong Lu concentrated on his work, "But on average, 8 yuan is less than [-] yuan a year. You should keep this money for yourself and spend it! Buy yourself something small Skirts, lipstick, whatever.”

"Hmph! My stinky husband is laughing at me again! You can spend it on your own! Don't ask for it from me!"

"Don't worry, your royalties are all yours! I don't want a penny, okay?"

"Record it, record it! Say it again!" Wen Xinlan turned on the recording function.

"You little heartless kid, I worked so hard to buy a house for you to live in, but you still think so clearly of me."

"You just said you didn't want it."

"Well, I don't want it. You can open a bank account. The royalties can be kept in your own coffers and spent by yourself. I will still be in charge of our salaries, okay?"

"Okay, Lagou!"

(End of this chapter)