"Oh, the road!"

Jiang Dongliu looked at Guo Dalu with a thorny flower, "You said you would write this "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" worth more than one million in a month. Although I don't believe it, I still force myself to believe it. After all, you have written this book and it is well written."

He smiled and said, "Old He and I are here today, and we are not talking about the time and speed of writing books. We are mainly talking about the remuneration of this book!"

He Chunsheng nodded from the side and said, "Yes, yes, you can't even write this book in an hour, right? Let's talk about the royalties today."

The two of them did not doubt whether Guo Dalu was the author of the book The Legend of the Condor Heroes. They just felt that Guo Dalu, who was big and thick, liked to brag, and his technical content was too low. The bragging bragging was the awkward thing that could blow up as soon as he brags.

Write a high-quality novel in one month?

What are you kidding? It would be strange if the two of them believed it.

The key is that Guo Dalu doesn't know that they don't believe in him. From the heart, he really feels that his hand speed is too slow.

But he didn't think about it. The author was racking his brains to write a real book, and his "writing" was not about writing a book but copying a book.

Can the speed be the same if you write and copy one by one?

But Guo Dalu's idea is obviously different and is a single-celled animal. He really regards his copying books as writing books, and he doesn't know when this misunderstanding will be solved.

Moreover, he also preconceived that writing books was too hard, which was much more tiring than selling pork, both tiring and laborious.

Although he is flexible in his hands and feet, he rarely plays computer games and types slowly. After finishing a book, he feels like he is covered in skin.

It’s not like selling pork. Just pull the pork into the vegetable market and sell it out in one morning, without delaying your own boxing and drinking.

Now that they heard the two of them feel a little disbelief of their speed. When they heard that they meant that they were writing books too fast, Guo Dalu was very surprised and thought to himself: "Is it still fast to write books like me?"

But this thought just flashed in his mind and disappeared without a trace. Then another thought arose: "I type so slowly, how could it be considered as writing fast? Well, I probably understood it wrong!"

He still compares the speed of typing with the speed of creation.

However, now that he heard that the two of them were getting on the topic, it was the manuscript he cared most about, Guo Dalu immediately became excited and immediately threw the question about the speed of writing books behind his mind.

He widened his eyes and rubbed his hands and said, "Tell me, how much do you give this book?"

Guo Dalu looked excited, "I tell you that as long as the price is right, there are so many books like this in my mind!"

Now in Guo Dalu's mind, he was almost bursting with his brain and might not be able to use it all his life. It is just right to exchange it for money.

As long as the price is right, then just one word: Sell!

No matter what literary value and spiritual food needs are, he is essentially a rough man, and now he just wants to make some money and spend money on writing books.

When Jiang Dongliu saw Guo Dalu's time-consuming experience, his eyes were almost shining. He was like a hungry tiger who hadn't eaten meat for more than ten years. He couldn't help but be shocked, "Dalu, we can't be more polite. We are an author at least!"

"Bird feather!"

Guo Dalu didn't care about the two words "The author is gentle," "Whoever says that the author is gentle? Nine out of ten gentle guys are full of bad things, gentle scum, gentle scum, these guys are talking about!"

He raved and said to Jiang Dongliu and the others: "You should say let me be civilized!"

Jiang Dongliu and his mother looked criticized, "Is there a huge difference in meaning between these two words?"

Jiang Dongliu and He Chunsheng have always regarded themselves as literati. Now, Guo Dalu said "single" and "single" and "single" and "single" to make him feel something is wrong.

Jiang Dongliu glanced at Guo Dalu, "Dalu, were you often beaten when you were in school?"

Although Guo Dalu Ren is rough and generous, he is very smart. When Jiang Dongliu said in a wrong tone, he laughed and said, "What? Lao Jiang, isn't my words a bit ugly? Don't care, I'm just like this, I often swear and am used to it. In fact, I'm still very civilized and pure in my heart!"

Jiang Dongliu: "..."

He Chunsheng: "..."

Jiang Dongliu didn't dare to waste time. He reached out to take the briefcase from He Chunsheng and said to Guo Dalu: "That's right, Dalu. We have read your book, it's very good, but you are a newcomer after all, and we can only give it to you according to the highest standards of the newcomer."

He smiled and said, "You should know Mr. Bai Qingyan, right?"

"Bai Qingyan?"

Guo Dalu looked at Jiang Dongliu with a curious look on his face and nodded, "I don't know!"

Jiang Dongliu: "..."

"Damn, you don't know what to nod?"

Jiang Dongliu couldn't smile bitterly, "Da Lu, you don't even know about Mr. Bai Qingyan's "

Guo Dalu said very realistically: "I really don't know!"

He Chunsheng couldn't help but say, "Mr. Guo, Mr. Bai Qingyan is a martial arts novel who writes martial arts novels and is known as the master of martial arts novels. Since you are also the author of martial arts novels, you should understand this old senior in the industry for reason."

Guo Dalu corrected He Chunsheng's words, "I am a pork seller and I write martial arts novels purely to make money. Why do I know him?"

He Chunsheng: "..."

He looked dark: "Mr. Guo, you are already a writer now. It's better to know your colleagues in the circle, after all, you may deal with them in the future."

Guo Dalu waved his hand disapprovingly and said, "No matter who he is, let's continue to talk about the royalties now."

What he is most concerned about now is the issue of royalties.

It’s not that Guo Dalu is greedy for money, but his family is really short of money to spend.

As the saying goes, a penny stumped the hero. His father Guo Kaishan was in poor health for a day, and his family’s expenses could not be reduced for a day.

If someone like other pork sellers, they would definitely sell some water-filled pork and make a fortune in order to make money. However, Guo Dalu has a very strict family tradition and is upright. He would not do such bad conscience even if he beats him to death. With his ability, he can only sell about 100 kilograms of safe meat a day. If there is too much meat source, there will be insufficient supply.

So he is short of money now.

The key is that this guy is short of money and wants to save face. He is beaten to death and refuses to borrow money from relatives and friends. His father Guo Kaishan is thinner than him and never opens his words about borrowing money. Wang Chunmei's retirement salary can only be the living expenses of the family.

For families like them, it’s okay that the family members are safe and sound. Once there are patients, the days will definitely be tight.

Now that the burden of the family is on Guo Dalu, he naturally desires money to the extreme.

If he hadn't had such a strange memory suddenly in his mind and thought of writing books to make money, he would have entered the underground black market to fight black boxing without telling his parents, that would have been a way to make money.

Seeing that Guo Dalu was so eager for the remuneration, Jiang Dongliu smiled and said, "Okay, let's talk about it for a long time. Mr. Bai Qingyan's remuneration is 100 yuan per thousand words, and as a new author, the maximum discount we have for you is 70 yuan per thousand words."

"This The Legend of the Condor Heroes has a word count of about 1.2 million, and the royalty is 84,000 yuan. Let's collect an integer for you, which is 85,000 yuan. What do you think?"

"What?"

Guo Dalu's eyes bulged and he shouted: "85,000?!"

Jiang Dongliu felt embarrassed when he saw him with a surprised expression: "Dalu, we are acquaintances, and I don't hide it from you. To be honest, this book is worth 800,000 yuan, but you are a newcomer after all, and our publishing house is a little nervous in finance, so we can only publish so much. If you are not satisfied, then we can't do anything about it."

Guo Dalu closed his expression of surprise and hurriedly said, "Satisfied, satisfied, very satisfied! Eighty-five thousand is already a lot!"

He is now shallow in his eyes, and 80,000 yuan is already a considerable income for him, not to mention that this book is just the fruit of his labor for a month.
Chapter completed!