Zeng Jin saw that her manuscript fee was a little later than Xiao Ming Shen. When she saw that her manuscript fee was more than 7,000 last month, she was a little surprised. She asked herself that the number of subscribers to the book "Gun King" was not large, and hers was not fast. Most of the time, it was one chapter a day. ≤,

"Maybe, I should write it soon!"

After reading the manuscript fee, she smiled and said to herself.

The author of "The Realm of Shenwu", the black dog, the lame middle-aged man who raised a big black dog, learned that he had a sword energy bill last month, sat in front of the computer and looked at the number. After not moving for a long time, he felt that his already silent heart began to beating again.

His life seemed to have turned around.

Feng Chi Yunjuan, the author of "Human-shaped Weapon", the author of "Deadly Left Hand", the author of Zhi Tiange, the author of "The Legend of Purple Shadow Sword", Gong Yuhan, the author of "The Abandoned Sword", Qi Yan Shang, the author of "The Abandoned Sect of Wudang", and the author of "The Master's Lady's Slow Walk" Pure Banana...

Authors with manuscript fees of more than 3,000 were in a good mood when they saw the manuscript fee data last month. Even those authors with manuscript fees of less than 3,000 were satisfied.

After all, compared to writing free books on the Internet before, now you can get one or two thousand yuan a month, even if it is only a few hundred yuan in royalties, that is worth being happy.

For those who like to write, the money earned through writing is more meaningful than the money earned from any other job, even if it is only a few hundred yuan.

...

If the surprises of these authors with manuscript fees are only a small-scale impact, then the top ten manuscript fees released by Youjianqi in December in the bulletin board of the website homepage is enough to cause a stir in the online literature industry.

"Isn't it possible? Ishi Jian's royalty fee last month is about 110,000?"

"Fake it! It must be fake!"

"It's not fake this time, right? The manuscript fee for "Gun King" is over 7,000! The manuscript fee for "Jiangshan Wolf Smoke" is also over 6,000, and "The Realm of Shenwu" is almost 6,000! The fewest among the top ten are over 3,000! Since these numbers have been announced, it is impossible for those authors to pay with sword energy, right?"

"The rewards are actually so much more than subscriptions? Wrong, wrong! We have been discussing subscriptions to these books before, but I didn't expect that the rewards that really make money!"

"I won't say anything anymore! I won't write the book on Pillow Book! Today I'll open a new book with Jianqi! I have to try it anyway! What if it's true! Anyway, I can't write the Pillow Book anyway!"

"Hehe! My "Sword of Light" has more than 100,000 words of sword energy. It should be on the Golden Sword out of the sheath list? I hope I can earn one or two thousand yuan here every month by then! One or two thousand yuan should not be too much, right?"

...

That afternoon, Wang Qin called over and told Zhao Yan happily that there were more than 150 authors who released a new book with Jianqi today!

The next day, Wang Qin called again to report, and the traffic on the website yesterday increased by one-third, and the daily traffic had exceeded 200,000. On the third day, the data reported by Wang Qin increased again, and the daily traffic rose to more than 240,000. On the fourth and fifth day, the traffic numbers reported by Wang Qin were rising every day.

In just five days, the daily flow of sword energy has increased to more than 330,000.

Not only that, the author of Jianqi's new book has been published in just five days, which has exceeded the entire month of last month, and Jianqi's new library's works are unprecedentedly full.

The traffic and new books on the website are growing rapidly every day, so that Fan Long and Lou Wenhao call Zhao Yan to treat him every day. Of course, Zhao Yan ignored them because Xiao Mengyue was back this holiday, and he was busy dating her! Treat him? Yes! Let's talk about it when she returns to school.

January 6th. As for Zhao Yan, it was no different from usual. That night, Zhao Yan habitually wrote in the attic in front of the computer. It was a bit regrettable. Xiao Mengyue could not play videos with him tonight. Xiao Mengyue explained that her cousin was on her side tonight and slept with her at night. If their relationship was known to her, with her cousin's temperament, she would definitely make her family know everything about it soon.

If you can’t video, you can’t video! Zhao Yan was writing the manuscript honestly.

On the same night, a black high-end car drove from the night to the entrance of Fu Cemetery in the western suburbs of Shancheng and stopped quietly.

The driver's seat door opened, and a thin man in a black suit and black leather shoes got out of the car, with a white chrysanthemum on his chest.

"Bang"

When he fell on the car door, the man silently took out a pair of brown glasses from his arms and put them on. Then he went to the trunk of the car to collect paper money, paper ingots, candles and other offerings, and walked into the entrance of the cemetery silently.

The tomb guard at the entrance glanced inside the house and saw that he was well-dressed and carrying the offerings, but he didn't even come out, so he let the thin man walk into the cemetery.

The light at night in the cemetery was very dark, and there were a few crows crying in the dark from time to time, but the thin man had no fear at all, and walked into the depths of the cemetery silently and stopped in front of a black tombstone.

Under the dim light of the cemetery, the name Cao Yunjie on the tombstone can be vaguely seen.

"Ajie! I'm here to see you!"

The thin man suddenly spoke in a low voice. He silently took off the brown glasses from his face and squatted down silently. He placed the gifts he brought one by one in front of the tombstone, and there was a bouquet of red roses.

When he put down the red rose, he smiled faintly and said, "I know you like to pick up girls, please use this bouquet of roses!"

After that, he lit two more white candles and inserted them in front of the tombstone, and then began to burn paper money and paper ingots.

For a moment, the tombstone became lit. If it was daytime, the tomb guards would probably come to stop it, but now it is night, no one cares about it.

The bright fire also illuminated the person's face. If someone came here at this time, he should be able to recognize him as the Kung Fu star Cai Xiaoming! A big star known for his swordsmanship and hot personality.

The paper money and paper ingots were lit. He surrounded the remaining paper money and paper ingots, unscrewed a bottle of exquisitely wrapped whiskey, smiled and turned a line in front of the tombstone, then raised the wine bottle to the tombstone, and said, "Ajie! I haven't forgotten your favorite whiskey! Is it the same taste as the one you used to drink?"

...

Just when Cai Xiaoming came to the cemetery late at night to commemorate Cao Yunjie, a celebration banquet for the movie "The World's No. 1" was held in the banquet hall on the fourth floor of the Aurang Hotel in Tianjin. The Aurang Hotel is not only a five-star hotel, but also an international chain brand.

"The World's No. 1" was invested by Nie Media last year. It was recently released. It has been released for 7 days and the box office has exceeded 100 million. So tonight, Nie Media and the creative team of "The World's No. 1" held a celebration banquet here. There were more than a hundred guests and reporters. The huge banquet hall was filled with wine and chatting and laughing. Except for the reporters, the participants were all dressed and handsome men and beautiful women could be seen everywhere.

The male protagonist Lin Lingfeng and the female protagonist Hu Shiyue all appeared. At this time, they were accompanying the Nie father and son toasting the guests one by one. The atmosphere was quite beautiful.

Hu Shiyue, who was with Lin Lingfeng until death in the movie, held Nie Xiaotian's arm tonight. Nie Xiaotian is the only son of Nie Donglai, the head of Nie Media, and the heir of Nie Media.

In contrast, although Lin Lingfeng is also a popular martial arts star in recent years, with a net worth of nearly 100 million yuan, he is still far behind Nie Xiaotian. Although Nie Xiaotian is far less handsome than Lin Lingfeng.

Nie Donglai is over 60 years old, with gray hair, tall and dark skin, but his eyes are extremely bright, and his majestic appearance is born between his eyes.

Anyone who was toasted by him immediately stood up and held the cup in his hands, looking glorious.

There are all banquets that will last forever, and even the grand celebration banquet will end.

Soon, the celebration banquet was coming to an end. Nie Donglai and his son, Lin Lingfeng, Hu Shiyue, director Shang Kuiming and others had already come on stage. Nie Donglai was delivering the final speech. The guests and reporters' cameras were all aimed at the stage. At this moment, no one noticed a thin male waiter holding a tray, and there were a few glasses of wine on the tray, approaching slowly.

At this time, the bodyguards of the Nie family father and son were naturally impossible on the stage. Nie Donglai said in the middle of Taichung to the microphone, thanking the guests for their words. Everyone else on the stage was smiling and preparing to applaud. At this moment, suddenly, the waiter overturned the tray in his hand, and several glasses of wine on the tray were thrown to Nie Donglai on the stage.

At the same time, the man split his hands and separated the two men and women in front of him, stepped on the speaker beside the stage, jumped up, and amid the noise and screams of the audience, his palms were slapped left and right on the stage, and Nie Donglai was dodging in awkward manner.

"ah!!!"

"not good!"

"dad!!"

"Chairman!!!"

"Save people quickly!!!"

Amid the noise and screams, the expressions of several bodyguards under the stage changed drastically and rushed towards the stage. Some people pulled out electric batons, some pulled out daggers, and some people pulled out soft swords from their waists. The scene was in chaos for a moment.

Most of the people on the stage screamed and dodged, including Nie Donglai's biological son Nie Xiaotian.

There was only one person who had not been hiding, Lin Lingfeng, the male protagonist of "The No. 1 in the World". He suddenly turned his head and looked at him with a sharp look. Seeing the attacker suddenly attacking Nie Donglai, Lin Lingfeng's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He stretched out his hand and brushed Nie Xiaotian who was blocking him, swept out with one foot, swept the embarrassing Nie Donglai on the stage.

It was precisely because of his kick that Nie Donglai had knocked down Nie Donglai, so the attacker's palms combined and slashed the empty slash, and did not kill Nie Donglai's neck.

If Zhao Yan was here, he could recognize that the attacker was Nalan Jingxiu.

As soon as the shot was gone, Nalan Jingxiu raised her eyebrows, her murderous aura appeared on her face, and her palms fell to her empty. Before Lin Lingfeng could react, she had been hit in the lower abdomen and rolled out. The sharp-eyed bodyguard's pupils suddenly shrank because he saw that only one palm, Lin Lingfeng not only vomited blood, but also the shirt on the lower abdomen of the middle palm was torn. (To be continued...)

ps: Thank you for your mouth, Jinhei, Suifengju, Xiaoming God, Reading Alliance. Xiaowu, I am not sad. I rewarded 100 points, and Pig Xiaoyan gave 200 points. Thank you for your reward of 100,000 points again and became the master of this book.
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