Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 70 Is Mr. Jin Guliang here?

"Supplement! Supplement!"

Zhao Xinchen waved the sales statistics list in his hand, his face looked extremely excited, and he knocked open the office door. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, deputy editor Pan Wenzhao just passed by the door and helped him.

Pan Wenzhao smiled and joked: "Hey, Editor Zhao, if you keep talking like this, the other half of your front teeth will be knocked out."

"It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter!"

Zhao Xinchen waved his hands nonchalantly and grinned. As expected, one of his left front teeth was missing, which looked very funny.

"Come on, look at the sales volume. All the two thousand copies we sent out have been sold out. This is despite other novels making ends meet, but what readers are reading is "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"!"

Zhao Xinchen laughed heartily.

"really?"

Pan Wenzhao seemed much calmer. He took the paper from the other party's hand, and his eyes suddenly lit up when he looked at it, and the expression on his face was no longer calm.

He slapped his thigh and followed Zhao Xinchen into running towards the office, talking as he ran.

"Don't be in a hurry! Don't be in a hurry! Those front teeth of yours are the ones you told us to knock at work earlier. Haste makes waste!"

As he said this, he almost fell down, got up and shouted into the office.

"Shao Shiyun! Shao Shiyun, don't eat! Put down your lunch and go to the printing factory now to supplement it!"

In the office, Shao Shiyun, who was cooking rice just now, looked confused. His mouth was still full of food and his eyes were wide open, which looked very funny.

Why do these words sound so familiar to me?

"Okay!"

But Shao Shiyun didn't delay. He swallowed the food in three gulps, put on his clothes and hurried away.

After walking out for a few minutes, he came back and asked.

"How many supplements are there?"

"Increase as much as you can! Increase as much as you can! Go!"

The two editors replied loudly almost at the same time.

Shao Shiyun felt the urgency of the two people, and his departure speeded up a bit.

At this time, the two editors breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to drink tea.

Zhao Xinchen took a breath and said leisurely: "Old Shao, I think our magazine will be changed to a weekly issue in the future?"

"Ah?" Shao Shiyun was a little surprised. He had indeed thought about it, but he didn't expect that the other party would bring it up so quickly. "Isn't it a little premature? When our magazine was first founded, it was indeed a weekly magazine, but the content of the manuscripts was too small and readers didn't buy it. Later, it was changed to a ten-day magazine."

The content of the Hangcheng branch is relatively independent, but overall it has always followed the lead of the main branch. If it were to change to a weekly immediately, it would be a big step.

"Eh~" Zhao Xinchen waved his hand and said. "You don't understand this. Editor-in-chief Zhao of the main magazine gave me the right to operate on my own, just to promote our magazine.

I have already sent a letter to Editor Zhao. In the future, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" will also be published in the Shanghai Stock Exchange's "Red Rose". It is also unknown when the Shanghai Stock Exchange's main publication will be changed into a weekly! "

"But we don't have that many manuscripts!" Shao Shiyun pointed out the key to the problem.

"It doesn't matter!" Zhao Xinchen said with joy. "We publish one issue every week and put all the content of one issue into it. We can add more advertising spaces and pictures of women as appropriate, and create some joke columns. The main selling point is "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"."

"Hey!" Shao Shiyun said slightly surprised. "Young boy is really a genius!"

Zhao Xinchen scratched his head proudly, but still said seriously: "But the most important thing for us is to find Mr. Jin Guliang, and we must get all the subsequent content of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"!"

"The manuscripts I sent earlier had addresses written on them."

"Okay, okay, I'll leave right away, and I'll find an opportunity to visit you in the afternoon! The royalties can be as high as possible!"    "His~"

Inside the house, Bao Guowei took a deep breath as he looked at the manuscript fee in his hand.

The manuscript fee is about 72 yuan, which works out to 8 yuan per thousand words.

Eight yuan per thousand words is comparable to brother Xun's royalties, but it's still worse than Zhang Henshui, a monster whose novels can earn more than ten yuan per thousand words.

However, Bao Guowei is not worried. With Mr. Jin Yong taking the lead, he is not afraid of not getting the royalties.

I remembered that when I just traveled through time, I was still worrying about the fifty yuan I owed, but now fifty yuan is easily available.

It doesn't seem like much in fact, but if you convert all the 70,000 to 80,000 saved manuscripts on hand, that's an income of more than 600 yuan!

Prices in Hangzhou are still cheaper than those in Shanghai.

With more than a thousand yuan, you can already build a nice mansion in Hangzhou.

You know, this is just less than two months’ income!

Sure enough, it was the literati who made the fastest money during the Republic of China!

Maybe it’s time for Dad to resign?

Bao Guowei immediately thought of this. Now writing a thousand words can equal Lao Bao's salary for a month. It is really unnecessary for him to continue to be the official in Qin Mansion.

But I mentioned it to Lao Bao many times before, and he always tried to excuse it on the grounds that people must have a livelihood.

Bao Guowei knew that Lao Bao still wanted to be more stable and felt that he could not live solely on his son's income.

He exhaled. It seemed that he needed to work harder to buy a decent house so that he could continue to take root in this world and make his father feel at ease.

Nowadays, this mansion in the south of the city is too dilapidated. The rotten beams will collapse at some point, and it will be considered a dangerous building in future generations.

Thinking that if I were a time traveler, one day I would be hit to death by a beam?

But there is no place to complain!

Writing down the words "buying a house" on a piece of paper is considered setting a goal.

But thinking that I had traveled through time and still couldn't escape the fate of buying a house, I couldn't help but have a wry smile on my face.

But it’s different from the previous life, now men can afford it!

At this time, the door was suddenly knocked.

Bao Guowei frowned. It was already dark. Who would knock on the door?

The Bao family's former bustle has passed, and now there are very few guests. After all, no one wants to be a guest in this narrow, dark room every day.

"Who!"

Walking to the door, he gently opened the door latch and saw a middle-aged man through the crack in the door. He was wearing a blue gown, a white scarf and black-rimmed glasses, the standard attire of a literati in the Republic of China.

But why is this guy missing a piece of his front tooth?

He looked very anxious.

Bao Guowei was immediately wary. It was already dark and there were some strange people there. He touched the dagger in his arms and gently opened the door.

"Who are you?"

The other party was pacing back and forth anxiously, but when he saw the door opened, he was immediately overjoyed. He came up and looked inside the house and asked.

"Hello, classmate, is this Mr. Jin Guliang's home?"

"I'd like to meet him if possible."

Seeing Bao Guowei's suspicious look, he couldn't help but introduce himself.

"My name is Zhao Xinchen, and I am the editor-in-chief of Red Rose. Go call your elders!"

(End of this chapter)