The Heroine Took the Villain Script Chapter 551

Chapter 551 The educated youth who was beaten in the face (sixteen)

"What happened to "Children's Literature"? Children are the future, children are hope, and I can bring spiritual food to them. I am proud and proud!"

He Tiantian glanced at Chen Jianjun, who had ulterior motives, and said lightly.

Chen Jianjun: ... Ma Dan, you write a story about coaxing a child, and you actually write a sense of superiority?

Originally, he thought that "He Yuntian" said that he wanted to write articles and writing fees, that is, to write serious articles that are published in newspapers.

No matter how bad it is, it is also a professional magazine for adults.

And such an article, it is difficult not to include some of the author's own private goods.

For example, to express his views on certain things, or to vent his anger towards certain realities.

However, no matter what the situation is, there will be clues in the text. As for Chen Jianjun, just find these traces and quietly write a report letter—

Chen Jianjun and He Yuntian did not have a life-and-death feud.

But he just couldn't get used to this little white face, and behind this ignorance, there was actually deep jealousy and endless envy.

Chen Jianjun had robbed Zhuo Ya from He Yuntian. While he was happy and happy, he also felt a little uncertain in his heart.

In particular, Zhuo Ya and him have not completely established their relationship, and are in an ambiguous state where they have a good impression but have not broken through the boundaries of friends.

Chen Jianjun was still a little concerned about gains and losses, lest He Yuntian would turn around again and take Zhuoya away again.

no!

Chen Jianjun felt that he had to step on He Yuntian under his feet so that he could no longer turn over!

Therefore, when he knew that He Yuntian was going to submit a manuscript, he eagerly wanted to "choose the bones in the eggs".

But now, He Yuntian has brought back the sample issue of "Children's Literature".

Tsk tsk, this is something that only children can watch, he stopped watching it a few years ago.

The most important thing is this kind of childish little story. It is difficult to find the "evidence" that Chen Jianjun wants.

"Oh, that is, Chen Jianjun, your focus is a bit strange!"

"Yeah, no matter if he is "Children's Literature" or a newspaper or magazine, the point is that Comrade He's article has really been published!"

"That's right, that's right, there is a fee for publishing. Money is the most important thing, okay?"

The other educated youths at the educated youth site gathered around He Tiantian, chatting and discussing endlessly.

Their focus is really different from that of someone with ulterior motives like Chen Jianjun. They don't care what article He Yuntian wrote, they just want to know how much money is on the remittance slip He Yuntian received.

No matter if he is a black cat or a white cat, if he can catch mice, then he is a good cat!

"Lao He, let's see, how much did you get paid?"

"Yes, yes, this kind of short story should have a lot of words, even if it is five yuan per thousand words, a short story, it will take three to five thousand words to say less—"

Maybe it will reach 20,000 or 30,000 characters.

With just one story, you can earn twenty or thirty yuan for the manuscript.

Twenty or thirty yuan is equivalent to a worker's salary for a month!

"Fortunately, this time it's a six-thousand-word short fairy tale, a thousand words and ten yuan—"

He Tiantian did not show the remittance slip to everyone, but said reservedly.

After , there is no need for her to finish it, everyone can figure it out by themselves.

"No way, ten yuan for a thousand words, six thousand words, then, that's more than sixty yuan!"

Qian Guodong, who has been following Chen Jianjun's **** for the past few days, suddenly widened his eyes, and his face was full of envy.

Boom!

A short story with a few thousand words can earn more than 60 yuan in manuscript fees by just writing it?

Slowly said that the villagers who were very lively outside the courtyard were shocked, and even the educated youths were a little surprised.

"In addition, I also wrote a few stories and posted them to some other story magazines."

He Tiantian didn't think it was "exciting" enough, and said lightly.

"Cut, you can publish it after you write it? Humph, you really think you are a great writer!"

Chen Jianjun saw that "He Yuntian" had become the focus of discussion and envy of everyone, and suddenly felt a little out of balance.

He snorted bitterly.

He Tiantian didn't care, nodded and said, "Well, Comrade Chen is right, you may not be able to publish your manuscript if you submit it, everything still depends on the remittance slip and sample book you receive!"

Chen Jianjun: …What I wanted to say was snatched up by Xiao Bailian, what a shame.

"Oh, it's good to be accepted for an article. The manuscript fee is more than 60 yuan!"

The other educated youths are envious, but they don't have such great malice as Chen Jianjun.

They all lived in the same courtyard. "He Yuntian" carried a huge debt of 500 yuan. If there was no way to make money, other educated youths would be implicated sooner or later.

Now, seeing that "he" can really make money from royalties, and it is quite easy to make money, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"No! I just said that Lao He is a genius. Let's work hard to earn work points, and people can make money by shaking a pen!"

"Lao He, teach us a lesson, and let us earn some pocket money?"

"Hahaha, just you? When you were in school, an 800-word essay on a proposition could kill you. Do you still want to make money by writing?"

"I just want to give it a try, and it won't break the law!"

Other educated youth, talking and laughing, some are envious, some are jealous, some are moved.

And Zhuoya stood in the crowd, her smile was still so indifferent, her hand in her pocket was tightly clenched.

He Yuntian, he can really make money from his royalties.

You can earn more than 60 yuan at a time, and one-tenth of the debt is instantly resolved.

Then, a few more times, wouldn't he be able to get the IOU back easily?

Also, writing is not a one-shot deal.

He Yuntian did not write too serious articles, but continuous stories and novels.

The short story is 30,000 to 30,000 words, and the medium story is 30,000 to 70,000 to 80,000 words.

As for the long novel, it would be longer, at least 80,000 words.

You really don't need to write too many novels like . With just one book, you can repay Han Dongmei's arrears, and then there is still more!

This is no less than holding a golden rice bowl.

But she gave up easily!

Zhuoya tried her best to maintain a normal expression, but she was regretful in her heart.

But, no regrets.

Zhuoya lived a very transparent life and was very intelligent, and knew that she could not easily eat back grass.

Otherwise, her reputation and image will be destroyed.

Even if you want to eat, you have to pay attention to strategy.

Zhuoya originally wanted to give Chen Jianjun some sweetness, to confirm the relationship between the two, and then go with Chen Jianjun when he returned to the city.

However, it seems that Chen Jianjun can put it away first!

Zhuoya remained silent, but she had already circled around in her mind several times, and she had a certain countermeasure.

He Tiantian glanced at everyone, no matter whether they praised or congratulated them sincerely or falsely, he continued to maintain his image of a cold male god.

He Tiantian found that there seemed to be no Han Dongmei in the crowd.

"Of course she didn't come out to watch the fun, she's still pulling her hair out and writing articles compared to Fan Wen!"

Xiao D jumped out and said something weak.

My God, it was really lost by Han Dongmei.

The last electric shock really made Han Dongmei know the fear, and she began to study hard.

It's just that talent isn't something that can be acquired by electricity.

Han Dongmei is really not this material.

Even if she was given a refreshing pill to refresh her mind, she still couldn't change the fundamental—

The articles written by Han Dongmei are too crafty.

Even if you are reluctantly hired, it is only once, and it is difficult to reproduce it again.

Unless, classmate D can really electrocute Han Dongmei to death.

Ahem, can't use shock anymore.

Han Dongmei also has a task of "study tutoring materials".

Xiao D thinks that with Han Dongmei's aptitude and patience, in that mission, it is estimated that she will be spurred by electric shocks, otherwise, tsk tsk—

I can't help it, I can't help it, it's too useless, and no serious Tongzi can help her counterattack.

"Oh!" He Tiantian replied only one word after hearing Xiao D's complaint.

Student D: …I knew Tiantian was watching my jokes.

He Tiantian: ...I really didn't see your joke.

Actually, with the help of Xiao D classmates to guard the wild lineage, He Tiantian can also free up her hands to carry out her own plan.

"He Yuntian, remittance slip!"

The next day, another postman came to deliver the mail.

"My God, Lao He, you really did it this time!"

"Quickly take it apart and see, how many are there this time?"

"I'm going! Thirty-five dollars? Lao He, cheating, you are really cheating!"

"...What, He Zhiqing made a hundred dollars just by writing a random article?"

As He Tiantian received the remittance orders one after another, the news that "He Yuntian" made a lot of money from the manuscript fee instantly spread from the educated youth point to Liujia'ao, Qingliu Brigade, and the entire commune.

Don't talk about the people outside, just talk about the villagers in Liujia'ao, and their eyes are red with envy.

Knowing that it is easy for literati to make money, but they still did not expect that it is so easy.

Just shaking a pen and stick, you can make so much money without working in the fields or going to the woods to take risks.

The wind can't blow, the rain can't get in, there's no danger, tsk tsk, who said school is useless?

This person who has read the book is different!

Making money is easier and quicker than those peasants who dig food in the soil.

Some parents who think that reading is useless and do not let their children go to school, after learning about the deeds of "He Yuntian", they regret it in their hearts.

There are also villagers with quick brains and slightly thick skin, who directly found the educated youth.

"He Zhiqing, I heard that you have written a new article? Oh, my second son likes to read stories the most, can you show him the book?"

This villager who took the initiative to speak is quite euphemistic, and he made a request without coming up.

She pushed the teenage boy in front of her, and saw that the child was wearing clothes with patches on top of them. The clothes were stained with mud, and the tanned little face was black and yellow, and there were two strings of yellow snot hanging on it.

He Tiantian: ...Uh, no way, this is what the rural leather children of this era look like.

Some of the more sloppy families have lice and worms on their children's heads.

When you are bored, there will be a few bear children sitting under the sun, helping each other squeeze and play.

If is too particular, it is impossible to live in the countryside of this era.

In fact, not only the bear children, but also some educated youths who have been sent to the countryside for a long time have begun to be assimilated.

I can't wash my feet, wipe my body every day, snore in sleep, grind my teeth, and fart in public… It's not that I don't want to pay attention, but I'm tired and hungry, and I have no energy or conditions to pay attention to.

Otherwise, the ancients would not have said, "You know the etiquette if you have enough knowledge";

And the great men of modern times would not say that "material civilization is the foundation of spiritual civilization".

In the end, it's still a question of money!

Now, this rural aunt sends her naughty monkey to He Tiantian, also for money.

"He Zhiqing, let me tell you, my second son is very smart. The key is that he is very spiritual. Even if he doesn't have a good teacher, if someone teaches him, he will definitely be able to write articles like you-" Make a lot of money!

After the three words , the rural aunt still swallowed it.

What, you can't withdraw money at any time!

In this era, poverty is still the most glorious.

It's just that "honor" is not very useful when living a normal life, marrying a wife and building a house.

is still the most practical ticket.

"..." He Tiantian was silent for a moment after listening to the ramblings of the rural aunt, and then asked softly, "Do you want your child to learn to write articles with me?"

"exactly!"

The rural aunt endured her apprehension, accompanied her smiling face, and said cautiously: "He Zhiqing, don't worry, my second son is obedient, he will do whatever you ask him to do!"

When said the second half of the sentence, the rural aunt blinked at He Tiantian.

He Tiantian understands it in seconds. What this means is: He Zhiqing, you give my child the unique skill of writing articles, and my son will help you with the work.

He Tiantian:…

If it was herself, she certainly didn't need anyone else to work for her.

But the original owner, this person is someone who even takes advantage of women.

He is not the best, but he is too proud and considers himself a male god.

thinks that according to his "godhead", others give him things and help him with work, and he should be divided.

For those people, being able to "help" him is not a love, but a gift.

Cough, the male protagonist or something, a little bit of "Long Aotian" confidence, which is normal, right!

He Tiantian wants to maintain the original character design, even if he doesn't agree with this kind of tyrannical coolness, he has to bite his teeth and pretend.

Looking at the pair of eager and anxious mother and son, He Tiantian nodded arrogantly, "Yes! I can give pointers to the child!"

"...Thank you He Zhiqing, oops, thank you so much!"

The rural aunt was not so happy, she thanked herself, and did not forget to press her son's head in a salute to He Tiantian.

She didn't understand what "instruction" was, but He Zhiqing said "yes", which was a promise to teach her son to write articles.

This is a craft that makes a lot of money. Even in this era, to be an apprentice to others and to learn the skills of others, one must behave and respectfully.

Maybe you can't treat "Master" as a real elder like you did in the past, but you should also give enough respect.

Otherwise, why would people teach you the craft of making money?

"Oh, Liu Lao Si's family is too wicked, and actually sent her second child to the educated youth point!"

"Her second child can still write articles? Hmph, I can't even recognize every word. My dog Zhuer is much better than him!"

"My third child is not bad! If the second son can go, so can the third child of my family to learn his skills from He Zhiqing!"

(end of this chapter)

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