Chapter 37 Everyone is mortal
Ten thousand yuan.
For Li Luo himself at the moment, this is a lot of money.
To put it this way, it seems a bit embarrassing to the reborn.
But now that my family has bought a house and has a mortgage of about one million yuan, the monthly payment is five to six thousand yuan.
The monthly profit of the breakfast shop is enough to cover this part of the expenditure. After all, the store is owned by the owner, and there is no additional rent cost.
But it is naturally the best thing to be able to relieve the family’s mortgage pressure a little.
Unfortunately, Li Luo asked again carefully, the duration of this essay competition is three months.
After three months, there will be a selection period of about one month. I guess it will be until the end of the first year of high school.
With the idea that something is better than nothing, Li Luo expressed his gratitude to editor Qianzhou and took a look at the subscription results in the background.
One hour after it was released, the number of subscribers to the first paid chapter - 307.
According to the normal growth curve, by this time tomorrow, the number of subscribers will be between 1,600 and 2,000.
For a new author and new book, this achievement should be said to be quite impressive.
It is no wonder that Qianzhou placed his expectations on Li Luo for his first fine book.
Looking at the data in the background, Li Luo gradually felt at ease, took out a calculator, clicked and clicked, and calculated how much a normal monthly royalties would be.
Finally a number of around six thousand was obtained.
Just enough to pay off the mortgage is yes.
However, if the results can continue to grow in the future, it will definitely be more than this in one month.
[Qianzhou]: Your current grades are very good, believe me.
[Qianzhou]: If you insist on writing 1 million words, you can also be recommended to various external channels, and there will be many sources of income.
[Qianzhou]: Many authors may only receive a few thousand yuan in manuscript fees from this site, but the income from channels from external sites can be as little as 10,000 yuan, which adds up to a considerable amount.
Li Luo suddenly reacted after seeing what the editor said.
When he wrote online articles in his last life, it was already at the stage of preventing theft on the entire Internet. The author's main source of income was the subscriptions of paid readers of this website.
But now in 2014, we are still in the stage of piracy across the entire Internet.
Qidian Chinese Network not only has the income of this website, but also distributes it through various channels.
Although this site has a lot of free readers due to piracy, if there are enough channels, quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes, and the income will still be quite a lot.
But he still had to wait for 1 million words before he could be published on the channel... Li Luo looked at the number of words in his draft box and thought that he should take his time.
There is no need to rush when it comes to making money.
[Qianzhou]: Of course, you still have to go to high school. I suggest you study hard to at least ensure that your studies go smoothly and don't worry your family.
【Reignited】: Good editor, thank you for the reminder.
After chatting with the editor, Li Luo was just about to start coding when another QQ message popped up.
Li Luo opened it and found that it was Xu Youyu.
【Going to bed early will make you taller】: How much is your one-hour subscription?
[Reignited]: More than 300, what about you?
[Go to bed early and you will grow taller]: 120...
[Reignite]: It’s pretty amazing.
【Go to bed early and you will grow taller】: Not as good as you. I have read your book. Whether it is the rhythm or the refreshing, it is very well written. I feel that my writing is still too literary. , readers often say that about me.
Okay, okay, Li Luo looked at the content sent by Xu Youyu and sneered in his heart.
A few days ago at the dinner table, I was saying that my book was just average, but now it’s online, it’s become very good, right?
【Reignited】: Your book has its own characteristics, and I like it very much. You don’t have to worry about the opinions of a few readers, and you stick to your own content to avoid going astray. Although he complained in his heart, Li Luo still gave her the words Xu Youyu once said to him.
Writing serialized web articles is just such a thing.
I will face complaints and interference from various readers all the time.
If you cannot adjust your mentality, you will not be able to go far.
【Go to bed early and you will grow taller】: Thank you for the encouragement! Then I'll start coding.
【Rekindle】: Okay.
Looking at Xu Youyu, who had a very cute conversation style on QQ, Li Luo couldn't help but smile, thinking that there was still a big difference in the senior sister's personality online and offline.
How cute would it be to play with him here?
Li Luo complained for a few words, then calmed down and started coding.
At night.
Ying Chanxi went home and put down her schoolbag, changed into nice clothes, greeted Xu Youyu, and the two girls happily went downstairs to buy groceries, arm in arm.
After spending a few days together, the relationship between Ying Chanxi and Xu Youyu has progressed rapidly.
Although he had to go to school every day for the past few days and ended his evening self-study at 8:30 pm, every time he came back, Ying Chanxi would ask Li Luo to make a midnight snack.
Xu Youyu shamelessly came over to have a meal, and the two girls chatted while eating, and soon became familiar with each other.
Today is Friday, there is no late self-study in the evening, Ying Chanxi rushes home early after class, and goes shopping with Xu Youyu, preparing for Li Luo to cook a sumptuous meal in the evening.
Just after Ying Chanxi and Xu Youyu went out to buy groceries, Li Luo came to the kitchen and planned to make some preparations, but he received a call from his mother.
"Hey, mom, what's going on?"
"What are you doing?" Lin Xiuhong asked on the other end of the phone.
“I’m thinking of you, Mom.” Li Luo said sweetly.
"Get lost." Lin Xiuhong rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth turned up inadvertently, "School starts the day after tomorrow, right? What time in the morning?"
"Just report in before nine o'clock."
"The day after tomorrow, your dad and I won't open the store. We will be at your place at eight o'clock in the morning and take you to school."
"The No. 1 Middle School is right here. Across the street, I can just go by myself." Li Luo smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about it."
"Are we worried about that?" Lin Xiuhong said angrily, "You finally passed the first grade. "Why don't you let me and your dad show off?"
"Okay, okay," Li Luo responded, "Come on, then. Do you have anything else to do?"
"No... Oh, by the way, there is one more thing." Lin Xiuhong thought for a while and then said, "Do you still remember your uncle?"
"Remember, what happened? ?”
“Isn’t your uncle a member of that writers association? I think your novels must be good enough to be signed by others, so I’ll recommend them to him.”
"What?!" Li Luo yelled. He was so frightened by what his mother said that he jumped up and almost hit the ceiling.
"What's the matter?" Lin Xiuhong suddenly looked puzzled when she heard his reaction. "Your uncle is quite knowledgeable. Let him give you some comments when the time comes. You can learn more."
"No, Mom, what I wrote..." Li Luo said with difficulty, "Maybe it's not suitable for people of my uncle's age."
"Is there anything inappropriate about this?" Lin Xiuhong asked with a look on her face. Strange, then he said, "Anyway, I told your uncle, let's see when he is free to take a look at it for you, that's it, see you the day after tomorrow morning."
Hang up the phone, Li Luo's His eyes were gray, as if he had lost his life, and his head was buzzing.
Ying Chanxi and Xu Youyu came back from shopping for groceries. When they walked into the kitchen, they saw his lost look and immediately asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay." Li Luo said He twitched the corner of his mouth and sighed faintly, "I just died once."
[Push Street Diary]: I feel that the information content of a 2,000-word chapter is still too little, so I did the math. , and if I insist on 4,000 words for another 4 days, I can resume the 7,000-word update, and it will be 200,000 words after just one month, which meets the requirements of the new book list.
(End of this chapter)