Although the royalties were fictitious, the money was real, and his wife believed it. A few days later, she asked him how the novel was going. A week later, Wang Zixu suddenly felt that when he reached middle age, his life

It actually got better again.

His wife no longer cares about how late he comes home every day and how much he pays his father-in-law for living expenses. She becomes gentle, no longer cries for no reason, and no longer instructs him to do housework while he is reading. All these make him feel,

He suddenly became very happy.

But he knows that such happiness is hard-won. If he cannot continue to create new royalties, he will soon face the same situation as before.

Based on their family's conditions, every expenditure has a name. The 500 yuan is purely from living expenses. It is impossible to save another royalties through savings in the short term. He can only

Pursue to pass a novel as soon as possible and get a real royalties.

So he was extremely serious when he was writing a novel in the office. A colleague quietly watched him typing from behind for a long time without noticing. When he spoke, he was startled.

"What are you writing about?" said my colleague, holding a teacup, "Can you still write? I didn't know you could write before, how could you hide it?"

He was covered in cold sweat and his heart was still beating wildly. He didn't know how to answer, so he just smiled without making a sound.

But what he was thinking was: For people like them who are just waiting to die, just being able to write is a great ability. For him, whose ambition is to win the Nobel Prize, this kind of praise is simply an insult.

A colleague said that being able to write is good. In the 21st century, being able to write is also a skill. Where can you publish what you write?

What he fears most is being asked this question. He said that he hasn't published much yet.

"Why not publish it?" he said, "What's the point of just writing but not publishing?"

"Isn't it embarrassing to show my level?"

"What," said my colleague, "do you know who is from the Federation of Literary and Art Circles?"

"Who?"

"That's it, Lin Feng, yes, Lin Feng, whose pen name is Mu Yulinfeng. He publishes articles in "Xihe Literature and Art" every day, and he has almost become half of the Xihe literary world. I think your writing is much better than him. If you

If you want to write, wouldn’t that be better than him?”

Wang Zixu knew that this was flattery. His colleagues all spoke in a slippery tone, and all kinds of flattery came out of his mouth without being true. His colleagues didn't read his stuff carefully at all, so how could he be sure that he was better than others? But he

I still became interested in "Xihe Literature and Art".

Only now did he realize that he had entered into a misunderstanding. In the past, he had only focused on the best literary publications in the country. Those publications were full of many legendary names. If his name could be lucky enough to be listed alongside them, he would be the best.

It was enough to cause a huge sensation locally.

Of course, his ultimate goal is to have the opportunity to win the Nobel Prize for Literature 50 times and to be published in the top novel journals in the country, which is nothing in comparison. This grand dream of his is both his luck and his curse.

.Because of this, he kept his eyes on the moon, ignoring that there were actually six pence on the ground.

The finance department allocates a literary fund to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles every year to support the development of local culture. Although the circulation of "Xihe Literature and Art" is as small as a morning star, and the typesetting and binding are not popular, the royalties are not fictitious. If Wang Zixu received this royalties

, then this money is not only a famous teacher, but also an honor.

"Is the manuscript fee for "Xihe Literature and Art" high?" he asked.

A colleague said: "I heard from Lin Feng that publishing an article should only cost 500 yuan? But the fee is not important. We usually spend 2000 yuan on a meal. What is valuable is the opportunity to show our face. You don't know how many people are squeezing it out.

I want to attend "Xihe Literature and Art"."

"Xihe Literature and Art" is a magazine run by the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles. Every unit must subscribe to it compulsorily, and current and retired leaders all have a copy. Wang Zixun could understand what he meant by "an opportunity to show his face."

Speaking from experience, leaders have so many things to do that they don’t even have time to read monthly economic reports. They are unlikely to make a special trip to read local literary journals, but they are always afraid of what might happen. What if?

What if the leader happens to be flipping through "Xihe Literature and Art" one day on a whim, and happens to read it correctly, and happens to glance at the author's signature, and this author happens to be in the promotion evaluation period, wouldn't he take a shortcut to the south?

This contingency alone is enough to make countless people flock to it. According to colleagues, "Xihe Literature and Art" magazine receives a snowstorm of submissions every day. Most of the mailing addresses are from units within the system, and the signatures are from the official pens of each unit.

More talented than anyone else.

But Wang Zixu didn't care about this "what if". He didn't seek advancement, he just wanted to win the Nobel Prize for Literature, and this award was obviously not considered by the local leaders. But when he heard that five hundred yuan per manuscript was

When I saw it, my eyes became red, so I decided to submit it and give it a try.

The colleague added: "I have a nephew who is starting a business and needs someone who can write. I'll ask him to find you later. Maybe he can make some money."

Wang Zixu nodded his thanks and devoted himself to writing. In fact, he did not take this sentence to heart. After a week, both of them forgot about it. Until someone called Wang Zixu and asked if he was very happy.

If you know how to write, do you want to come out and meet? He thought someone was calling to mock him.

…

My colleague's nephew met Wang Zixu. He was bald, wearing a black leather jacket, and had a gray-gold ring on his thumb. If he put on a long gown, he would look like an Eight Banners young master.

The bald man was holding Wang Zixu's novel, and his eyes were scanning left and right at an alarming speed. He said, your writing skills are really amazing. If you come to us to write scripts, you are really overqualified. My uncle told me that he has a writer who can write.

, I was still disdainful, I thought they were all on the same level as "Xihe Literature and Art", how could I have imagined that there are still capable people here?

Although these words were very useful to Wang Zixu, whether it was the other person's coffee-colored sunglasses or the Sanskrit tattoos on his arms, it was revealed that he was not a man of letters. This image was far from the image of an editor of a certain magazine that he had originally imagined.

Wang Zixu asked: "What exactly do you do?"

Baldhead said, I make software. I have a platform now. I just created it a month ago and the response and index are very good. Now I need to expand quickly and need a lot of content. I like your content very much. Plus

And with my uncle's relationship, I will give you this price, and you can charge whatever you want, as long as your content is decent.

The bald man held out two fingers to indicate 200 yuan. Wang Zixu asked, 200 yuan? A manuscript?

"Yes."

Wang Zixu's interest immediately aroused.

"I can do it, I can do it. But I haven't written it before. How did you write the script you mentioned?"

The bald head said: "Actually, it's not difficult. It's almost the same as doing creative work. Do you know about 'speech therapy'? Don't know? Hey, it's a novice. I'm sorry, the novice I'm talking about has nothing to do with Duke Huan of Qi. This is our user

The language of "Xiaobai" refers to newcomers who don't understand this circle.

"Most of our users are women, living in urban forests. They are lonely and need someone to give them the courage to face tomorrow and heal their spiritual wounds. Our service is to provide a large number of lively and sunny chatters.

, spend the lonely time with them late at night.”

Wang Zixu felt that his horizons had been opened. He had never thought that loneliness could become a business opportunity. Instead of chatting with others to relieve his loneliness, he would rather build a stegosaurus on the squatting machine downstairs. But think about it, in such a big city, maybe

Not everyone can own a perfectly rusted iron bar, and not everyone like him doesn't mind the feeling of "big harvest".

But in any case, this is a solid step towards facing the spiritual problems of modern people, and its significance is no less than that of the Nobel Prize in Literature. He sincerely admires it.

Wang Zixu's view of the bald man changed greatly. He stretched out his hand to shake his hand and announced: "I think you are doing a great thing."

The bald man smiled, said thank you, and then added: "However, most of our speech therapists are not very educated, so when they communicate with high-end users, they are often... superficial. This is understandable, after all, this industry

The income depends entirely on the bill, and we cannot recruit highly educated intellectuals. It is also for this reason that the praise of our APP has dropped, which is a very dangerous signal. But from your words, I can see

Turnaround."

Wang Zixu took a deep breath. Although he has a bachelor's degree, he does not discriminate against academic qualifications. He always believes that "Speech at the Yan'an Forum on Literature and Art" is an important chapter in the history of literature. Literature needs to serve the people, even if the people have low academic qualifications.

, also needs to enjoy the beauty of literature. Therefore, he feels that he should do something for the bald man.
Chapter completed!