Haichaochun Teahouse.

It is very close to Huangliu Hutong.

Qin Yuesheng sat by the window on the third floor in brocade clothes, looking at the scenery outside the window while eating red bean pastry.

This is a private room with no door, but it is covered by bead curtains, making it impossible for people passing by outside to see the internal situation clearly.

After a while, footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor outside. As the bead curtains clattered, Cao Zhengchun walked in from outside.

"Young Master, I have invited you to make a wonderful poem."

Qin Yuesheng turned around and saw a little girl in a yellow dress standing behind Cao Zhengchun.

She is at most fifteen or sixteen years old, petite, round and white, and looks very cowardly.

"Please come and sit down."

"Yes." Cao Zhengchun nodded, then turned around and said to the little girl, "Please."

Seeing the other party sitting directly opposite him, Qin Yuesheng asked curiously: "My writing is awesome, I have read all your novels. The writing style is quite good, and it makes people easily immersed in it."

"My husband, my name is Huang Wei, just call me my name."

The little girl seemed a little afraid of being angry. She was obviously not a stuttering, but she was a little stuttering when she spoke.

Qin Yuesheng didn't care, "Huang Wei, how much money can you make by writing novels in a month?"

Huang Wei immediately calculated, and after a while.

"It's about one or two hundred taels."

Qin Yuesheng wondered: "Why is there only so much? Isn't your novel sold very popular in Qingyang City?"

"I agreed with the shopkeeper of the study to share the money I earned from selling books, and the money I earned from selling books was 55% or 50% off, and the government would also charge taxes, and in the end it would be 1200 taels." Huang Wei replied honestly.

"Let's do this." Qin Yuesheng knocked on the table: "I'll do a business with you. From now on, you will write books for me. No matter how much you make, I will give you 400 taels of silver a month, plus 28 cents of the accounts. Of course, this must be two or eight."

Huang Wei couldn't help but be happy: "Really, really?"

Four hundred taels of silver a month is simply a fortune from heaven for ordinary people.

"Really, but the premise is that you want to write the ideas and plots I gave you." Qin Yuesheng nodded.

Huang Wei hesitated immediately.

As a writer, who doesn’t want to write what they want to write? Once you write what others provide for money, it is a cliché. The article will inevitably lose some aura when writing.

"Another one, as long as you are willing to work for me, I can keep your parents from gamble again."

This condition is like an arrow piercing Huang Wei's heart. Her parents are gamblers, and it has long been a thorn in her heart. Most of the money she has earned over the years has been spent by her parents in the gambling house, which is no different from scattering money to the sea.

In today's world, women's status is obviously lower than men. As a daughter, Huang Wei is not qualified to care about her parents' affairs even if she can make money.

It is natural for children to make money and parents to spend money.

So although Huang Wei’s novels have been selling well over the years, she has been having a headache about this in private.

If Qin Yuesheng could help her solve this problem, even if Huang Wei could no longer write the novel she wanted, she would agree without hesitation.

"Okay, then you have to do what you say." Huang Wei looked serious.

After hearing her agree, Qin Yuesheng took out two contracts he wrote in advance and handed them to the other party.

"The conditions and salary I promised you have already written all of them. There are also things you want to do for me. Look at it. If you think you can, sign your name and press a handprint."

Huang Wei picked up a contract, and after reading it for a while, she suddenly said in surprise: "Ten years? I want to write a novel for you for ten years?"

"Well, is there any problem?"

"But I'll get married in the future..."

"Marrying and working are different things. Who said that you can't write novels anymore after you get married? And why do you have to get married so early? You are only less than 28 years old this year.

I'll settle the calculations for you. You can earn 4800 taels of silver a year, and that's 4800 taels in ten years. With this money, what kind of man do you want? Are you afraid that no man will marry you?

You don’t even have to get married. You can buy a house, including a dozen young faces, and you can do whatever you want. You can just pack it and play it casually. After you have enough fun, you will find a man you can marry into. You have no reason to give up this kind of life, right?"

"Oh!" Huang Wei immediately covered her face with her hands when she heard Qin Yuesheng's words, and said embarrassedly: "This, how can this behave? Isn't this *baby* woman?"

Qin Yuesheng put his hands on his chest and leaned on the back of the chair and stared at the other person with fun.

Qin Yuesheng believed other women said this.

Huang Weiyi specializes in writing about writing about one woman and more men in the harem. Female hooligans in the literary world often write such plots in books on a lot of daily basis. How can she blush and become shy because of this?

"How is it? If you think there is no problem, sign and press your handprints. A beautiful tomorrow is waiting for you."

Brush!

In just a few breaths, Huang Wei had already done everything.

Qin Yuesheng took back a contract and left the other one for Huang Wei himself. At the same time, he also handed the other a stack of rice paper full of words to the other party.

"Take it, this is what I want you to write. It is all commercial secrets, so keep it well. Don't let others see it. In addition, the matter of your previous book is over and you will focus on my book. I will see 120,000 words before the 26th of next month."

"Ten hundred and twenty thousand words?!!!"

Huang Wei picked up the first page and browsed: "Wu Dong Cangqiong? What is this?"

"Of course it's the name of the novel. I have already structured the plot outline for you. You can derive 120,000 words from this framework, you can do it."

“It should be no problem.”

"Remember, the selling point of this novel is aimed at men. Don't add any ambiguous tricks to me. Once I find out, I have to rewritten it. Everything is written based on the subjectiveness of men."

"Oh, I get it."

Qin Yuesheng threw out a silver note of 100 taels: "Go and do it, this is the deposit this month. Your parents love to bet, I will help you deal with it in the near future."

Huang Wei stood up with a stack of outlines: "Young Master, I don't know your name yet?"

Qin Yuesheng picked up the teacup, looked out the window, and took a sip.

"I am the eldest son of the Qin family."

...

It's three o'clock in the middle of the night.

"The weather is dry, be careful of the candle."

"The weather is dry, be careful of the candle."

The updater moved forward slowly, and at the same time, he shouted this sentence in a gentle tone that had been shouting for many years.

Suddenly, a black shadow rushed out of the alley not far away. Before the updater could react, a cold light appeared and he directly pinched his throat with one claw.

"Well!"

Blood spewed out of the wound, and the break of the throat made the person unable to say anything anymore.

The black shadow smelled the smell and hit Gengren's body, then took a hard bite and chewed it quickly.

"It's not you, you're not him, I want to take revenge."

He threw the beater to the side of the road, and the shadow immediately disappeared into the night.

The next day.

Meihua Residence in Qin Mansion.

Qin Feng, Qin Yuesheng, Duan Hongjin and the other two sat next to the round table and quietly ate the breakfast on the table.

Xiaolongbao, beef porridge, braised duck feet, pig ears... there are as many as twelve kinds.

Qin Yuesheng chewed and ate the porridge in the bowl slowly. This is the rule of the Qin family, and he must sit together to eat breakfast.

At this moment, the great butler Qin Zheng suddenly walked in from outside the door, holding an official notice in his hand.

"Master, thirty-two families in Qingyang City were wiped out last night, and three other revisors died."

Qin Feng stopped his mouth: "What happened like this? Who did that?"

"The government is still investigating, and the assailant is extremely cruel. It is a fatal move. He cut off the victim's neck and no one is alive. Now the notice is paying a lot of money to seek witnesses who can provide clues."

Duan Hongjin couldn't help but say, "Master, I'm afraid there are thieves from other places who have come to Qingyang City."

"It's not impossible. Mr. Qin, go and tell the guards the guards, so that all the guards in the Qin Mansion will cheer up during this period. They will not relax for a moment when patrolling the inside and outside of the Qin Mansion in a shift.

Also, remember to be in a group of three people, and you must follow them wherever you go, and you cannot leave the team without authorization."

"clear."

Qin Yuesheng looked at the notice in Qin Zheng's hand thoughtfully, without saying a word.

Another day passed.

The massacre in Qingyang City continued, and hundreds of people died in just a few days, which immediately caused a large amount of panic in Qingyang City.

Rich merchants and large clans have many warriors in their hands, so they can sleep well at night, but ordinary civilians are not so comfortable.

Once you meet that murderer, anyone will die, and you will not see the sun the next morning.

As a result, Qingyang City became panic for a while, and the business of martial arts halls, blacksmith shops and weapons shops in the city became very popular.
To be continued...