This is the second time this month that I have received a remittance form for royalties. After a few polite greetings, Zhang Xuan calmly accepted it, and his mood did not fluctuate much.

It was the postman's loud voice that called Ruan Xiuqin back, who was getting hot water outside.

"Xiao Lin, I'm troubling you again." Ruan Xiuqin was very familiar with this postman who had delivered letters for several years. After finding a clean enamel cup and filling it with hot boiling water, he quickly took a bottle of canned orange from the bedside table and handed it to him.

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Ruan Xiuqin was familiar with the postman, and the postman was also well aware of the Zhang family's difficult situation. Instead of picking up the can, he held the boiling water and blew it, couldn't wait to take a sip and said congratulations:

"Your Zhang Xuan is really promising. This is the fourth time I have sent him a remittance slip in the past six months. He will definitely become a great writer in the future."

Ruan Xiuqin silently took the remittance slip from Zhang Xuan and looked at it, then put it into her pocket with familiarity, then said to Postman Lin with a warm smile: "I accept your good advice, if I really make a difference in the future, it will be you."

Best wishes."

As she spoke, Ruan Xiuqin handed the can of oranges to the postman again.

"No, no, I have this at home." The postman waved his hand and declined.

"I have it at home. It's not easy for you to go out in the cold weather now, so just take it and blow your mouth."

This time Ruan Xiuqin directly stuffed the canned oranges into someone's mail bag, and at the same time whispered to someone to keep her son a secret.

"Don't worry, I know it. I promise not to spread it." Postman Lin didn't refuse this time. After looking at the orange can, he quickly patted his chest to assure himself.

The postman has left.

Ruan Xiuqin walked to the door, then closed the door, took out two remittance slips from her pocket and read them carefully over and over again. Although she didn't say anything, her miserable face was already covered with smiles.

The expression of satisfaction is beyond words.

Zhang Xuan lowered his eyelids and watched this scene quietly, also in silence.

In his previous life, through unremitting efforts, he was admitted to a good university. When he was evaluating his scores and filling in his application, he asked Ruan Xiuqin: "What major should I choose?"

Ruan Xiuqin thought carefully and said to him: "We are a poor family. Don't think too much. Just go for a career as a civil servant, teacher, doctor. After two or three generations of accumulation, our family can truly escape poverty and enter the middle class."

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Later, as his mother wished, Zhang Xuan became a teacher in a second-tier college.

After becoming a teacher, I like to walk around the campus quietly, read books, practice boxing, and talk to friends. Although I can be considered a little nerd, I still have good communication skills.

Just meeting his mother, Zhang Xuan never learned how to express his intimacy. Many times when he went home, he wanted to talk to his mother about himself, help her wash her feet with water, beat her back, and take a walk together.

Or give a hug and say "Mom, you have worked hard in this life" and "Mom, I love you", but every time the words come to your lips, you swallow them back. It is difficult to speak when love is in your heart.

After returning his thoughts, Zhang Xuan glanced at his mother who was still enjoying herself, and then opened the parcel. Inside was a copy of "Friends" magazine and a piece of letter paper.

Since the "Zhiyin" magazine is very popular these days, Zhang Xuan has successfully submitted articles to it three times for its high remuneration, and the two sides have become familiar with each other.

I briefly flipped through this issue of the magazine, and found that it was all fried rice with different ingredients. There was nothing interesting about it, so I threw it aside carelessly.

Then he unfolded the letter paper.

At the front of the letter: The editor used the same old rhetoric, praising Zhang Xuan for his sophisticated writing, rich content, clear layers, and thorough analysis of urban emotions, which is fascinating...

After quickly browsing the front, the last paragraph caught Zhang Xuan's attention.

Huh? What happened? The editor actually invited me to write a manuscript? Let me become one of the regular column's special writers?

An article of 5,000 words per issue can be an essay, an emotional story, urban emotions, etc.

I read it again, and I read it right! I’m really invited to submit a manuscript!

Although it was still the stage of testing the waters, his heart suddenly became much brighter.

As a reborn old man, don’t look too much into the love affairs between men and women. As the young man said, if you want to live a decent life, you have to wear a little green...

As someone who has watched the rise and fall of "Zhiyin" magazine, he has almost figured out the reason for the magazine's existence.

Zhiyin magazine now has a huge readership. Moreover, due to the cultural background of this era, most Chinese people, especially middle-aged people and above, are emotionally repressed. One of the accompanying characteristics is that they like to pry into other people's private lives involving men and women, and they will eat whatever they want, even if they are hungry.

It is the most inferior and hypocritical, but it is also the most necessary.

These people often like to take a sip of tea, then sit comfortably and applaud those cuckold articles.

And what is a cuckold article?

Zhang Xuan has long grasped the twisted hearts of such readers.

As long as you write an article about "Those men and women in love have negative IQs, even if they knit one green hat after another for you, you still praise the other person's skill", you will be sure to have a good reputation, sell well, and then you will get more royalties.

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Of course, Zhang Xuan never writes about ordinary people. Because those low-class people who are struggling to survive cannot arouse the excitement of those readers and cannot let them enjoy a sense of superiority in gloating about their misfortunes.

Only by writing about the unlucky celebrities or the downfall of someone, or the relationship between men and women involved in entrepreneurs, can they make the whole room full of praise and give them emotional advice.

This is the reason for the existence of Zhiyin magazine. As long as it is "popular" and attracts more readers, the circulation of the magazine will be large, and the author's income will also be high. For this reason, Zhiyin

We are willing to spend money to organize such manuscripts...

The request for a manuscript in the letter stated that it was one hundred and fifty words per thousand words.

This remuneration is relatively high compared to other books, newspapers and magazines, but for a large publication like Zhiyin, it can only be considered average.

Moreover, the "Zhiyin" at this time was a monthly magazine, with one article per month, and each article had 5,000 words, which actually didn't make much money.

Zhang Xuan, who was only thinking about earning a few more bucks, sighed. It seemed that he should focus on other newspapers.

For example, "Xiaoxiang Metropolis Daily", "Changsha Evening News", "Xiaoxiang Morning News", "Today Express", "Market Guide" and other urban newspapers. Although these newspapers have an article of several hundred words, the manuscript fee is only 20 to 50 yuan.

The price varies, but the advantage is that you can have more.

If you are lucky in a month, you can earn hundreds of dollars.

You must know that the ordinary salary of many people is still around 100 to 200, and those in the coastal areas are only 400 or 600, which is the highest monthly salary.

Thinking about it this way, it was actually a huge amount of income, and Zhang Xuan should have been satisfied.

But when he saw the messy situation at home and the tens of thousands of accumulated foreign debts, he would panic even if he thought about it for a second.

It is said that as bold as a person is, the land will be more productive.

In this period of great social change, Zhang Xuan could smell the smell of money in the air even with every twitch of his nose. He really wanted to put aside his studies and go to Shenzhen and Hainan to try his luck.

He went to roll his arms to earn some money and help his family improve their life. He really didn't want to live a life where he had to worry about the next meal, and eight out of ten meals were sweet potato rice.

In the past six months, he has been dreaming about making money. He even thought of a pamphlet on both serious and informal ways to make money.

There are tens of thousands of serious ways in this period, so I won’t go into them here.

Let's just say it's not serious. Zhang Xuan feels that with his pleasing skin, he won't starve to death outside...

As the saying goes, a young man does not know the fragrance of soft rice and mistakenly plants his youth in the wrong seedling; a young man does not know how good a rich woman is, and mistakes a girl as a treasure. When you meet a good man, you get married first, when you meet a noble man, you start a career, when you meet a rich woman, you get married and then start a career.

I am very eager to make money, so eager that I am willing to roll around the world naked.

But when he glanced at his mother, who was as skinny as a stick and had a little loose skin, Zhang Xuan suppressed his burning heart again.

He knew that if he proposed to give up the college entrance examination and go out to earn money, Comrade Ruan Xiuqin would change his face faster than the sky. He would pick up the broom and cry behind him, "I'm not going to live anymore..., you will suffer a thousand cuts...", and then

Like a desperate man, Sayazi chases him to the end of the world.

After thinking about it over and over, and forcibly comforting myself that I was not fully prepared to make money yet, I went round and round and found that Zhang Xuan's method of making money fell back on the royalties.

After all, he had been a university teacher and usually read a lot of books and newspapers, so this was not a problem for him.

Sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, Zhang Xuan took out his pen and ink, thought about it for a while, and started writing. The story he wanted to write this time was "The air conditioner is haunted in the middle of the night. It turns out that it is caused by humans"...

He plans to innovate and sublimate the extravagant love and private life, adding a bit of mystery, a bit of horror, and a bit of emotion.

I hope that in this way I will be liked by more readers and further favored by the editor, so I will mention this remuneration again.

Zhang Xuan wrote 5,000 words by hand using a grid-climbing method. He wrote from noon to afternoon, and his wrists were a little sore.
Chapter completed!