Zhang Yang smiled and continued: "Editor Wang..."

Wang Qiyuan said: "I am a teacher's student and I am also an old acquaintance with your father. Editor-in-chief Wang is too distant. It's not too much to call me uncle?"

Zhang Yang looked at the old man and had to change his words: "Uncle Wang, you are my grandfather's student. When my grandfather saw the novel I wrote, he called you as soon as possible to show that he could trust you. "The Greatest Man of the Heroes" is my original intention of writing martial arts, and it is also the layout and highlights. I can't hide it from you, but I hope you can keep it a secret for me for a while."

After the publication of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", it will definitely lead to the imitation of other martial arts writers, but even the four masters may not grasp the essence of it as soon as possible.

Zhang Yang doesn’t care about inspiring others. After the industry develops, every martial arts writer will benefit, but he still has selfishness and hopes that he can lead for a longer time.

Wang Qiyuan was a little surprised by his gaze, but when he thought that he could write a text like "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", he felt relieved and smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will never tell anyone."

As he said that, he forgot the young man next to him. The young man immediately raised his hand and said, "I must keep it secret too!"

Wang Qiyuan said again: "Then this royalty..."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "I am a newcomer, without fame and no foundation, I listen to Uncle Wang."

Wang Qiyuan asked the old man again: "What do you think of the teacher?"

The old man said lightly: "You have become the editor-in-chief, do you still have to ask others about this?"

Wang Qiyuan asked Zhang Yang again: "How many words will there be in this complete book of The Legend of the Condor Heroes?"

Zhang Yang thought for a while before answering: "It's probably nearly one million words."

Although the martial arts novels have not yet broken through the shackles of old martial arts, they have already had nearly one million words in length, and the opening of The Legend of the Condor Heroes is so grand that Wang Qiyuan is not very surprised by this length.

He pondered for a moment before saying, "Logically speaking, the quality of this "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is only high or low, but you are a newcomer after all. If I follow the Four Masters, it will be difficult to explain... In this way, first calculate it for 200 words, and then read the readers' reactions and then add it. The content that has been serialized will be supplemented according to the final standards. Is it OK?"

A thousand words and two hundred, which is calculated based on the one million words of the book, which is 200,000. With the current price and income level, this price is no longer low, not to mention that this is just a serial price, and there will be income from publishing and adaptation thereafter.

Zhang Yang had no objection to this. Seeing that the old man looked at him, he nodded and smiled and said, "Thank you, Uncle Wang."

Seeing that he was not dissatisfied, Wang Qiyuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Uncle Wang should thank you, of course I have to thank the teacher even more."

After the matter was settled, Wang Qiyuan said goodbye to the old man, saying that the boss had asked him to discuss things, and if he didn't get over, he would be late, and the old man didn't keep him.

Before leaving, Wang Qiyuan exchanged phone numbers with Zhang Yang, and at the same time left his private email address to him. The subsequent manuscripts could be sent directly to his email address. He also deliberately left Fang Qianxue, and then got off at the bus.

Watching Wang Qiyuan's car go away, Fang Qianxue asked: "How is it?"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Mama, guess?"

Fang Qianxue made a gesture to twist his ears, and Zhang Yang quickly said, "Thousands of words are two hundred."

Fang Qianxue calculated and said, "Then your 100,000 words are 20,000?"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "I left your bank card. Just check the account in retrospect. If the readers respond well, the price will increase."

Fang Qianxue asked again: "How many words did you say before?"

“At least one million.”

Fang Qianxue calculated and was a little scared, "Didn't that mean you can earn 200,000 in one summer vacation?"

The old man seemed very calm, "Hey, this is not our time, we can only save money and live a poor life. Shang Gongyu, Chunqiuke, which one is not a few million a year? The writing is becoming more and more valuable, and it is becoming less and less valuable."

After talking about it, the old man seemed a little moved. He took a large copper pot to fetch water by the well, and then went to the earth stove behind the grape trellis to make fire and boil water.

Fang Qianxue knew her father-in-law's temper and didn't help. She watched the old man boil water and make tea, and sat down with her son around the camphor tea table, waiting for tea.

The old man had three hobbies: writing books, drinking and playing chess. When he was young, he was hospitalized because of alcohol. Fang Qianxue once advised him to be addicted to alcohol and harm his body. It would be better to drink more tea. The old man refuted "Wine is seven elegances, and tea is seven customs." He refused no matter how he persuaded him, and Zhang Shouyi bought him tea, but he would rather leave it or give it to others than drink it.

Later, Fang Qianxue simply bought two boxes of Longjing for him and told him that the tea costs 800 yuan per liang, and if you don’t like to drink it, throw it away. When the old man heard the price, he was reluctant to waste it and kept it for himself to drink it.

It's found it's quite fragrant.

Before his grandmother passed away, she told her son and daughter-in-law to take good care of the old man and not allow him to drink too much. She said she had been together for a lifetime and was disgusted with each other and wanted to see him a few years later.

The old man dared not disobey his wife's advice at the end of his life, but he only had a small cup every day, and it was really uncomfortable to get addicted to alcohol. He really developed the habit of drinking tea. In the past two years, he had to run a pot every day, but it was only two or three hundred and one pounds of ration tea. Fang Qianxue and Zhang Shouyi sometimes brought him some good tea, but he didn't refuse and drank it carefully.

On the earthen stove, the old man went back to the house to get the treasured Longjing tea and three other glass cups.

The old man usually uses a covered bowl to make tea, but most of the good teas given by Fang Qianxue is Longjing, and the old man also likes to drink it, so he prepared another set of tea sets, which are actually just a few glass cups.

After the water boiled, it became a little cold. The old man then started pouring the water to warm the cup, then poured 70% hot water into each of the three tea cups, put the tea leaves, and sat down around the camphor wood tea table.

Longjing tea was slowly sinking, but fortunately, all three of them were very patient. They quietly watched the originally flat and short and yellow-colored tea leaves turn green in the hot water, slowly stretching and sinking into the water, and their posture was like a dancing lady, and the fragrance of tea also drifted away.

Zhang Yang sniffed it, took a sip, and said, "Mom, did you buy Zhenmingqian? You are so rich!"

Fang Qianxue said angrily: "Can I still use fakes to deceive your grandfather? This child is really."

He said again: "I will use your money to buy it in the future!"

Zhang Yang curled his lips, knowing that he could not take control of his own financial power after hearing this. "No problem, every year, I will come to you dozens of kilograms and let my grandfather drink enough!"

The old man glared at him and said, "What can I do if I have this money? Was it on it? It's great to drink it for 20 yuan and 1 taels!"

Zhang Yang really wants to say that you have taken a sip of these hundreds of dollars and one or two taels, because you are afraid that your mother will twist your ears, so you didn’t dare to say that, so you just drank tea honestly.

The sun gradually rose, and Zhang Shouyi and others came back and learned that Zhang Yang's novel was about to be published. He was very happy. Zhang Yang did not intend to expose it for the time being, so he told the old man and asked his uncle and aunt not to promote it.

As for Zhang Yu, he only had a slight understanding of this matter, but he was asked not to mention it to others.

Zhang Yang kept this hand because he wanted to find a suitable opportunity to expose it after his debut, so as to maximize his benefits.

But if he still cannot pass the so-called first assessment before graduating from high school, then he will use the college entrance examination to market and attract fans as a talented poet and a master of The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

No matter what the result is, it is better than waiting for death.

Zhang Yang's family lived with his grandfather for three days, and then returned to the city because his parents were about to start tutoring with others.

In this world, China also has strict management of tutoring, but it is mainly aimed at schools, educational institutions and holiday training classes. In order not to be arrested, Zhang Shouyi and Fang Qianxue discussed with several teachers this year and decided to try the "small class system". Three or four students are in one class and come directly to home for class.

This is similar to the nature of tutoring and does not violate the regulations of the Ministry of Education... right?

Zhang Shouyi and his wife have been teaching for so many years and have held cram school every year. They are of good quality and have a good temperament. They have long been famous. Some people have started asking about cram school during the summer vacation half a year before the summer vacation. I heard that the investigation was strict and after the small class was about to open, there were endless people calling for places.

After Zhang Shouyi and Fang Qianxue discussed, Zhang Shouyi finally collected four classes, with three people initially set for each class. Later, an acquaintance entrusted his relationship, but it was difficult to refuse, so he added four classes to each class.

Fang Qianxue's charging standards are the same as Zhang Shouyi, but she only charged two classes. First, she had many housework to be busy with and was worried that both of them would not be able to get through the tutoring, second,... not so many people were looking for her.

Just this, there are six people in her two classes, one of which is Zhang Wei.

When we returned home on the 13th, on the morning of the 14th, the cram school of Mr. Zhang and Mr. Fang started. Four people on Zhang Shouyi were teaching in the living room, and three people on Fang Qianxue were teaching in the study.

Zhang Wei should have followed his father to make up for physics this morning, but he sat in the living room and kept opening the door to the students who came to make up for the lessons. After four or five trips, he was a little impatient, so he simply went to the study with his book and said that he would make up for mathematics with his mother first and then make up for physics in the afternoon.

"Dongdongdongdong! Dadongdongdongdong!"

Zhang Wei just ran away and someone knocked on the door again. Zhang Yang happened to pass by, so he helped open the door.

He was about to go to the bathroom when he opened the door, but when he glanced out the door casually, he was attracted by the innocent and childish face outside the door.

Tang Yanqi.
Chapter completed!