"Is this a royalty?"

Deputy Captain Zhang Daming shouted, and dozens of people around him heard it and surrounded him. The manuscript fee was not something that only writers could get. For a moment, everyone stared at Li Dong.

Han Weijun looked even more surprised. Li Dongxin said it was too time.

"Well, the address I left in the address, why did I send it here? It's a matter of a few dollars. It's really hard for you to work hard."

"It should."

"Is this a royalty?"

Han Weijun was still a little unbelievable when he saw off the postman.

"I usually write, but I'm not greedy anymore. How many articles can I write in a month? How many meals can I eat?"

Although he said it relaxed, Li Dong felt very cold. This article was probably written by a famous writer in later generations. It did not mean that all the articles he wrote were killed. He had a young man with an ideal dream in his literary dream.

Sure enough, there are many horses that are thousands of miles apart, but there are not many Boles. I am a literary talent and I will be buried.

Alas, Li Dong looked happy and felt sad. He had to hold on to him.

"Brother Li, you are so awesome." Han Weijun and other boys also received the news and all ran over.

Awesome, it’s so awesome. Not to mention that the team didn’t hear about it anymore, Lishan Commune didn’t hear anyone who could make it into the newspaper. This was only reported by Wenquxing. Li Dong was a little flattered. In the afternoon, the team arranged a relaxing job directly, so that the writer could not be exhausted.
Chapter completed!