Chapter 93 Five Thousand Yuan Royalty
At half past five in the evening, Li Guohong’s family of three and Li Guoru’s family of five sat around the round table that had just been set up and began to have dinner.
In their Li family, Li Luo's grandfather is the eldest. There are two younger brothers and a younger sister in the family. One of them is the third grandfather who sold the house to them.
Further down, Li Luo’s grandfather had a total of five children.
They are the oldest Li Guoru, the three aunts in the middle, and the youngest Li Guohong.
Among them, the age difference between Li Guoru and Li Guohong is twenty years.
When Li Guoru was twenty years old, he happened to get married and have a child.
So much so that Li Guoru’s son, Li Dao, was born at the same age as Li Guohong.
Li Guohong went to high school because he had better grades when he was a child.
Li Dao, on the other hand, was naughty since she was a child. She dropped out of junior high school after one year, entered society early, and got married a few years earlier than Li Guohong.
So Li Dao's son, Li Luo's nephew Li Xiang, although he was three or four years older than Li Luo, he was one level younger than him.
Although now, I don’t deliberately emphasize these when meeting each other, and Li Xiang usually doesn’t call him Uncle Li Luo.
But it’s a bit awkward anyway.
Li Luo also felt awkward before, but after returning from rebirth, the 35-year-old soul faced a kid who had just entered college, and suddenly felt that this call of uncle was not unacceptable.
But at the moment, Li Luo has no time to take care of this.
After all, since returning home just now, several people have been talking about Li Luo writing a novel.
After the three women came to the table, they started chattering even more.
"Can Li Luo still write novels?"
"What are you writing about?"
"Have you posted them online?"
When asked this question, Lin Xiuhong helped explain a few words.
Li Luo felt like he was on pins and needles while eating, wishing he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
Fortunately, among the elders, most of them had not even attended junior high school and their academic qualifications were very limited. Li Luo was not worried that they would actually go see it.
But I can’t stand the fact that some people really know how to read it.
Especially his uncle.
Although I didn’t go to school much when I was a child, I learned how to read with my kind boss as an adult.
Later, I traveled around Qianjiang Province, doing a lot of business, and my knowledge gradually broadened. When I got older, I was willing to continue learning and read a lot of books.
As his son Li Dao grew up, Li Guoru originally wanted to slowly hand over the family business to his son.
Who knew that Li Dao had no interest in inheriting the family business, but always wanted to make a living.
As time passed, Li Guoru became disheartened. He simply liquidated the assets of his company, changed several houses and stores, and then retired to live his life.
After retiring, Li Guoru had nothing to do, and he was getting older. He thought that he didn't want to be forgotten after his death, so he wrote some memoirs by himself and found someone to polish them.
Later, I spent a lot of money to find a publishing house to publish it at my own expense, and with this, I entered the Municipal Writers Association of Yuhang City.
After such repeated activities, Li Guoru's life gradually settled down. He would go to the member center of the Municipal Writers Association every day and drink tea and chat with others.
But he didn't expect that there was a junior in his family who was somewhat interested in literature.
But after reading Li Luo's masterpiece, Li Guoru was silent for a long time, and finally said thoughtfully at the bustling dinner table: "Li Luo."
Li Luo stopped his bowl and chopsticks, He looked up at his uncle with a puzzled expression.
Li Guoru paused for a moment, and after the dinner table became quiet, he continued: "Where is your book, I read a little bit."
"As for the level, with all due respect, if you put it You definitely won’t be able to see it in the Writers Association.”
“Of course, you are still young, and you need to take things step by step when creating things, so there is no need to belittle yourself.”
Speaking of which, Li Guoru said. Stopping and seeing that Li Luo could listen, he looked at Li Guohong and Lin Xiuhong and said to them:
"Li Luo is still young and may not understand much. You don't usually pay attention to this aspect, so you can understand it, so I have to explain it clearly to you."
"Online articles, it's It’s not the same approach as our traditional literature.”
“Although they are both called writing novels, the content they write is completely different, and online novels cannot be put on the stage.”
< br>"If Li Luo wastes too much time on this, it will really be a waste of energy."
"After all, it is not easy to get into the No. 1 Middle School. If you work harder, will you be able to get into the exam?" Jiang University?”
“If I can get into Qianjiang University, what will I do in the future?”
“When the time comes, I will get a diploma from Qianjiang University, and it will be a good job. I found it. If Li Luo is really interested in it in his spare time, it doesn’t matter.”
“You don’t know.”
“ Our Qianjiang Province Writers Association, in the past, online writers could not join at all.”
“Only this year, an Internet Writers Association dedicated to online articles was established, but it was only affiliated with us. A small organization under the Provincial Writers Association.”
“If you ask other provinces, there is no such thing as an Internet Writers Association.”
“If you take what you write online, people won’t even look at it, and even more so if you join the association. Don't even think about it."
At this point, Li Guoru took a deep breath and saw that everyone was silent. He changed the subject, looked at Li Luo, and said softly, "Uncle, it's not about you. It’s for your own good.”
“Now that you are admitted to the No. 1 Middle School, your future hopes are here.” “Look, Li Xiang, if you relax a little before the college entrance examination, you will miss out on Qianjiang University. What a pity. ”
“You have worked hard these past three years and are focused on nothing. Once you are admitted to Qianjiang University, your future will be bright and smooth, don’t you think? ”< br>
To be honest, if someone else came to his house and said such words, Li Luo would probably have to stand up and fight with him.
But this was said by the uncle, but Li Luo remained silent and just nodded silently, hoping that this topic would be over soon.
When Lin Xiuhong was seriously ill in her last life, her uncle was actually quite old and suffering from diseases, so he often had to run to the hospital.
When Lin Xiuhong was most critically ill, Li Guoru was also lying in the hospital ward. He still did not forget to tell Li Dao and helped contact the more famous doctors in Yuhang City.
Although what the uncle said now didn't sound good, it was really for the sake of his nephew.
If someone else’s high school kid threatened to write an online article, Li Luo’s advice would probably be similar to his uncle’s.
After all, he is the only one who knows his current situation. It is normal for the uncle to make misjudgments.
What's more, he is also a member of the Writers' Association and has a bias against online articles, which is difficult to correct through simple communication.
So Li Luo simply pretended to be dumb.
Li Guohong and Lin Xiuhong also listened carefully, nodded repeatedly, and then the topic passed away.
After they had had enough wine and food, Li Guoru and his family took a short rest, got up and left.
After Li Luo helped clean up the living room, he was pulled by Lin Xiuhong and sat on the sofa.
Li Guohong was also sitting next to him. It was a rare occasion for the family to get together and hold a family meeting.
“According to what your uncle said, why don’t you stop writing this book for the time being?”
Lin Xiuhong asked softly, "Didn't you tell me before that even if you sign a contract with the platform, you won't write it if you don't want to? They won't pursue it, right?"
Li Guohong next to him also echoed: "Actually, I think you're pretty good at writing, but what your uncle said makes sense. At worst, you can write this book after you get admitted to college, and treat it as a daily pastime."
Listen to what your parents say. , Li Luo sighed, and then said: "Have you ever thought of a possibility."
"What?"
"I made money by writing this book."< br>
"How much more money can you make?" Lin Xiuhong looked at him suspiciously, "You are still in high school. It doesn't matter whether you make money or not. Studying comes first."
< br>Li Guohong also nodded in agreement.
After all, if they want to make money by writing books, how much can they earn?
Can I get a hundred yuan a month for a child who is just playing around?
Making money is a small matter, but affecting your studies is a big deal.
"Ahem, it's like this." Li Luo took out his mobile phone, logged into the Qidian APP, and explained to them carefully, "Look, my chapter has about two thousand words, and now I have written more than two hundred chapters. . ”
“Then, starting from these more than 100 chapters, if you see the locked icon, if you want to read it, you have to pay to read it. ”
< br>"One chapter is 2,000 words, which is about a dime under normal circumstances. As long as more people read it, you will make money."
"Then you can't make much money." Li Guohong muttered. , "What can you do with a dime?"
Pop!
Just when Li Guohong finished speaking, Li Luo suddenly took something out of his trouser pocket and slapped it on the coffee table.
Li Guohong and Lin Xiuhong both looked stunned. They looked towards the coffee table in the direction, and then their faces were stunned for a moment.
"What is this?" Lin Xiuhong stretched out her hand, picked up the stack of banknotes, and couldn't help but wonder, "Where did you get so much money?"
In Lin Xiuhong's impression , apart from giving Li Luo a thousand and a half pocket money during the summer vacation, I never gave him any more money.
So the five thousand yuan was definitely not given by them.
After all, Li Guohong had to rely on his own money to smoke a few cigarettes, so how could he have any spare money for a guy like Li Luo.
"Is it the royalties?" Li Guohong took the wad of banknotes with doubt and disbelief in his tone, "Really or not? Isn't this a few thousand dollars less?"
"Here is five thousand yuan." Li Luo said.
"Five thousand yuan..." Lin Xiuhong was silent for a moment, but finally said, "Li Luo, I know you are very powerful. At your age, you can earn five thousand yuan by writing books, and other children can't even earn 5,000 yuan..." You know what you are doing.”
“But you have been writing this book since the end of June. How many months has it been now?”
“It’s been three or four months?”< br>
In Lin Xiuhong’s opinion, five thousand yuan is indeed a lot.
But if you earn 5,000 in three or four months, it will only be 20,000 to 30,000 in a year.
Yes, it is indeed a lot, and it is a huge sum of money for a high school student like Li Luo.
But if I can use the income of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan in this year and 100,000 yuan in three years in exchange for Li Luo to be admitted to Qianjiang University.
For Lin Xiuhong, that was completely worth it.
But Li Luo's next words left Lin Xiuhong and Li Guohong completely stunned.
“These five thousand yuan are only part of last month’s royalties.” Li Luo coughed twice and reminded, “The royalties for August are more than seven thousand, and for September there are twelve thousand, and every subsequent The monthly royalties will only increase.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Guohong’s hand shaking the banknotes.
"What did you say?!" Lin Xiuhong on the side was even more shocked and couldn't believe it. She thought she heard it wrong.
(End of this chapter)