The content of the telegram is very simple. The sales volume of People's Literature in this issue has reached 600,000, which has only been less than half a month. It is speculated that the final sales volume of People's Literature in this issue is not a big problem.

According to Li Dong's contract with People's Literature, Li Dong did not share the first 500,000 volumes, but the subsidy reached 500,000 volumes, with a subsidy of 500 yuan.

After 500,000 copies, there is a 5% copyright share. According to the 40 cents price of People's Literature, the copyright is divided into 2 cents per book. Now it exceeds 100,000 copies, which is 2,000 yuan. Adding to the 500 subsidy, a total of 2,000 yuan.

Li Dong thought of it as soon as he got rich. If he reached one million booklets, Li Dong would make a lot of money, tens of thousands of yuan.

The first phase of settlement will have to wait until the end of the month, and Li Dong can only get a subsidy of 500 yuan now.

“Remittance Order?”

"Brother Dong, you have published a book again."

This will be the time for dinner. In April and May, the weather is neither cold nor hot, and everyone likes to eat dinner. The open space in front of Li Dong’s house has become a dining place. Before he saw Zong Hongbing coming to find Li Dong, everyone was curious and surrounded him.

"How much is it, Dongzi."

"Not much, a little pocket money."

"Brother Dong, you have too much pocket money, 500 yuan." Han Weichao couldn't help it, 500 yuan, is this pocket money?

Han Wei squeezed to Li Dong and glanced at the remittance order. Five hundred yuan, good guy, this is so profitable.

Everyone ran over, five hundred yuan, so I can get a wife in the countryside.

This guy Li Dong is becoming more and more capable. Good guy is so light-hearted, with a pocket money of 500 yuan.

You are a heifer taking a plane, you are so awesome.

"When did Dongzi publish a book again?"

When Li Dong saw this attitude, he was all staring at the remittance slip in his hand.

"Isn't the book I went to Beijing to discuss a while ago? It's not released."

"There are so many dog-good guys."

Han Weian murmured in a low voice and photographed his big kid. "Go away, go home to study, study hard, write articles when you get older, and make a lot of money."

"Da, let's see what Uncle Dong wrote first, I'll learn it."

"Yes, yes, look good, learn secretly, don't tell others."

When Han Wei'an heard this, his eyes lit up. He had to learn this skill, and he would eat and drink delicious food. His baby was really smart.

Han Weijiang, who was next to this guy, was very moved. No matter how you look at his family, he was smarter than Han Weian, and he would definitely learn faster. "Xiaochao, you go too, learn from Li Dong, how to write articles, and you can make a lot of money when you go back."

Li Dong was praised by everyone, a little fluttering. "It's okay, this is the first move, and there are more to come."

"More?"

"More than five hundred?"

"Good guy, Dongzi, you're going to get rich."

It's amazing. What's this kid who writes? It's so much more expensive than a carport basket. "Dongzi, tell us quickly, what are you writing?"

"Yes, yes, what are you writing?"

Han Wei'an and a few of them had different thoughts, and were even more curious. They also learned to write afterwards.

"I didn't write anything, a little story."

Li Dong talked about the plot of Red Sorghum.

"Oh, this little Japanese devil is bad, he is bad."

"It's not that, what a good person."

Speaking, the five-mistresses were still wiping their tears as they got older. Li Dong wanted to give himself a mouthful of melon seeds and tell me what they did.

"Dongzi, sign."

Zong Hongbing stood beside him for a long time, and there was finally a gap when he met, and he said with a smile.

"Look at me, I'm just talking. Sorry, Hongbing, come into the house for tea."

"No."

Zong Hongbing waved his hand. "It's time for me to go back, I'm about to get off work."

"Okay, then we'll find another time to treat you to dinner."

"You're so kind."

Zong Hongbing left, Li Dong handed the remittance form to Xiaojuan, but who knew that Xiaojuan waved her hands repeatedly.

Although Xiao Ya knows that the big money can't be moved by herself, she still takes it with her. It's five hundred yuan. "Help Dada collect it first, and then Dada uses the money to ask you for it."

"Um."

This guy was stunned for everyone to see. This is not five yuan, ten yuan, but five hundred yuan, so I'll give it to Xiaojuan, the little kid.

"Dongzi, can a child get so much money?"

Han Sheng couldn't help but reminded him.

"It's fine."

Li Dongxin said that these two girls are more careful than themselves, and they can't get rid of them.

Just as he was talking, Korean rich came. "What remittance bill did I just hear?"

"Uncle Guofu, you are here, nothing. The remittance form for a manuscript fee is only 500 yuan." Li Dong said carelessly.

"How many?" Korean rich eyes widened with big eyes. The boy became more and more floating, and he looked like he was not worth two dollars.

"Five hundred." Li Dongxin said calmly, look at me, I was completely uneasy.

"Oh, my god, that's not much."

Li Chunhua next to her felt that Li Dong was so heartless.

Korean rich man held the pipe pole. This kid made money so fast. He originally wanted to hold on for a few days and asked Xiaojuan to collect the money, but in a blink of an eye, the 500-dollar remittance form ran out.

"Don't do it."

What can Korean wealthy say and what can you say? This kid, who smokes a few cigarette pipes, is not Xiao Hei, whoever wants to smoke.

Han Xiaohao was originally joining in the fun, but suddenly felt a chill of his butt. What's going on?

"That I let Xiaojuan save it."

Xiaojuan is not trying to save a new mother, Li Dong simply let Xiaojuan save it. Li Dong is really not short of money now. After selling the black turtle, it costs 450 yuan. Except for Xiaojuan, the rest are all in Li Dong's hands.

Xiaojuan forgot the money for the order of remittance, and she forgot the more than 300 yuan behind her mind. Li Dong laughed, "What's this amount of money?" I turned around and told Zong Hongbing that the next time the remittance order will be sent to the Post and Telecommunications Bureau to get it myself."

I just used this money to place some antiques, porcelain and furniture in a newly bought small building in Shanghai.

Li Dong didn't take it seriously, but the dinner in Hanzhuang was so lively.

Everyone is talking about this. You should know that there are not many families in Hanzhuang who earn 500 yuan a year, and about one-third of them are in a verge of upside down.

Nearly half of the families had a total of less than 500 yuan. This guy Li Dong wrote an article and spent 500 yuan. Who would listen to it? The guy muttered in his heart.

"It's really profitable to publish books in Beijing."

"How about Beijing?"

"I saw the Beijing photos taken by Dongzi a few days ago, and they looked really good."

"I've seen it too, there are so many cars."

"How can I learn to write articles by Xue Dongzi?"

"I'd better weave bamboo baskets honestly."

"Yes, why did you forget that you just came to Dongzi to ask about the basket?" After a few aunts decided to find Li Qiuju to ask. There were many baskets being prepared these days, and everyone was wondering whether this could be sold.

Li Donggang was hiding leisurely on the grounds of studying and preparing for the exam, but he didn't expect that the bamboo weaving team came to the door soon. "Sister-in-law, how many handbags are weaving now?"

"About three hundred."

"Three hundred, a lot."

Li Dong made a conclusion. "In this way, four hundred, let's go to the area."

"President Wang is waiting anxiously."

I haven't been there several times, but fortunately, Li Dong gave enough money and bought bamboo, otherwise Director Wang might have cut off the cooperation.

"But at Lujun Commune, we can go to the area twice in three days, can our baskets be sold?" Li Qiuju was worried.

"Don't worry."

Li Qiuju didn't know the popularity of foreign trade products, but Li Dong had prepared a promotional routine. If there were too many, it would be a problem for hundreds of handbags. "By the way, sister-in-law, the production of handbags will begin to decrease next week. I will teach you to compile some new things."

"Learn something new?"

You should know that during the Chinese New Year, Li Dong said that, but he didn't expect that Li Dong went to Beijing to bring back a foreign trade order, which was delayed. Now Li Dong has brought it up again.

The young man was only excited and excited, but he was old but had a bitter face. This guy couldn't compare to the young man. "Dongzi, what should we make up?"

"You guys wait."
To be continued...