This thing is an emerging industry, and no one dares to guarantee it. It is undoubtedly unwise to give up the current relatively stable future for this unstable future.

And this unwise thing is exactly what Tong Yao and Zheng Jia must make a decision.

Working is different from going to school. There are fewer holidays and you have to work overtime. You have to take time to write at that time, which may not be so easy.

"What about you? What are you planning? Are you full-time?"

Zheng Jia asked, and Tong Yao smiled bitterly and shook her head.

"I? Forget it. The manuscript fee is really bad now. I have already lost two books. I think it will not be easy to turn over in the future. Maybe I will leave the online literature circle completely when I graduate and find a job."

"Go to work, make money, get married, have children?"

"Yes, what else can I do?"

"Isn't this a pity?"

"Pity?"

Tong Yao was stunned and didn't understand what Zheng Jia said, so Zheng Jia nodded.

"If everyone has been like this for the rest of their lives, what is the meaning of living? Is it just to repeat the life that others have been repeating?"

"But... does writing make sense?"

"certainly!"

Zheng Jia raised her voice and seemed particularly excited.

"For me, writing has changed my life with my grandparents, and that's the greatest significance."

"But... you can make money when you go to work and change your life."

“That’s different.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Because I like writing.”

"like?"

"Yes, I can't find anything more meaningful than doing what I like to do, and I can make money, and I can earn more than work. You know, if I write well, it's just like you. When the book is published, it will not only make money, but also gain reputation. I can go back to the village to tell me about my relatives, and I will be a writer in the future, and a writer who has published books."

Zheng Jia's words made Tong Yao unable to refute.

She easily gave up her three years of hard work and changed her career to write. To be honest, she didn't have such great courage.

Seeing that Tong Yao was still thinking, Zheng Jia spoke again.

"Working at work is just for a certain company. It is limited to making money for a certain person. Writing differently, I can write my own ideas and stories, millions of words, tens of millions of words, and I can write whatever I want. Then everyone can see it and everyone can communicate with me. Every time I think of this, I will be excited. Tong Yao, can't you understand these?"

"I……"

Tong Yao was silent again. To be honest, she wrote because she learned some superficial experience in writing in those strange dreams.

At the beginning, she just wanted to use these superficial experiences as plug-ins to make money to subsidize her family income.

Now that the family’s debt has been paid off, she has no motivation.

She is not opposed to the Internet, but she can’t say she likes it. Of course, this like means that she is not as good as Zheng Jia.

From Zheng Jia's eyes, she knew that Zheng Jia was afraid that she would be unable to live without the Internet in her life. Perhaps this is why she could take the initiative to write two magic books "Sanli Bridge in Spring" and "Lotus Tree in Rainy Day" that started with disgusting start. Why could she take the initiative to attract a large number of authors to build a stream? Why did she see that others were timid and cowardly Zheng Jiaon became so cynical and her own failure?

Perhaps, this is why Zheng Jia’s royalties are getting higher and higher, while her own royalties are getting lower and lower.

The fundamental reason is that Zheng Jia wrote for her hobby, so she is responsible for the quality of her works!

But I just wrote for the sake of making money, took advantage of the opportunity, and didn't take the work seriously.

This result comes very slowly, but it is unforgettable.

For example, two people who work together, with the same position and the same task, but because of different original intentions, the final outcome is also different.

One may be promoted to department manager, while the other is still struggling in his original position.

On August 3, Tong Yao's heart became even darker after checking the royalties.

1,326 yuan, this is the entire royalty fee last month, and this is before tax. After tax deduction on the 12th, the maximum amount of money you get is about 1,200 left.

And Zheng Jia, perhaps because of the summer vacation, continued to soar this month's royalties, setting a record high again, reaching 5,000 yuan!

What is even more proud of is that Zheng Jia's "Three Thousand Years with Ghosts" has now become the book with the largest number of suspense classification words at a height of 2.3 million words.

It has been ranked first in the word count ranking for a long time!!!

With achievements, there will be continuous recommendations, and with continuous recommendations, her books will be even more successful.

Now "Three Thousand Years with Ghosts" is in the top ten best-selling list of suspense categories almost every day, and she has a divine personality in suspense categories!!!

After reading the manuscript fee, Tong Yao took the shuttle home in the afternoon.

Six months have passed since the Spring Festival. To be honest, she still misses home very much.

When she got home, Xu Nuo came to her house as soon as possible. This summer vacation was really a pain for her.

She has been playing with Tong Yao since she was a child, and she hangs out every summer vacation. Today she suddenly becomes a person. She can't play with the children in the village every day, and she is almost wormed when she is bored at home.

Now that Tong Yao finally came back, Xu Nuo seemed to have suddenly learned to speak. As soon as he entered Tong Yao's kitchen, he never stopped talking.

It has been an hour since I arrived at Tong Yao's house and sat in the kitchen. Xu Nuo pulled the bellows while conversing with Tong Yao.

"You don't know. Under the temptation of my parents' money, I get up at 5 o'clock in the morning every day and drive our Sanbengzi to deliver fertilizer to Siliba Township. Feed it, can I figure it out? I am a 20-year-old girl. Is this apt to deliver fertilizer to others every day with Sanbengzi? "

Tong Yao giggled.

"Who made you want to earn someone's commission? If you don't like to do it, don't make things difficult for yourself. Go to Uncle Dezi. Not to mention ten yuan per bag, or five yuan, you can make sure that he can cry excitedly."

"Oh, that's right, who made us like money? By the way, when will we leave?"

"The day after tomorrow..."

"It's just right, let's make arrangements after dinner?"

"Ah? Not good, right? You are a twenty-year-old girl..."

"What's wrong with the 20-year-old girl? Don't you still sell fertilizers while driving a three-bangzi?"

...

At 10:30 in the evening, it was already dark and it was gone. Tong Yao came out of the house in a coat and just arrived at the door.

As a result, when he saw Xu Nuo's clothes, he almost sat on the ground in fright, stared at the ghost-headed mask covered by Xu Nuo's face and grinned and scolded.

"Hey, it's too much to steal watermelon and wear a mask..."
Chapter completed!