"Oh? President Ou, tell me what the request is."
Li Mo slowly took out his cigarette case, took out one and handed it to Ou Junxing.
But the other party said he didn't smoke, so Li Mo lit it for himself and looked at Ou Junxing's face through the smoke.
Ou Junxing didn't hesitate and blurted out:
“It requires both quantity and quality, which puts a lot of pressure on members.”
"So my request is to accept the manuscript at seven yuan per thousand words. After all, if the manuscript is not approved, it will be written in vain."
"Seven yuan for a thousand words can better mobilize the enthusiasm and concentration of club members, which is good for the production rate. What do you think, junior?"
Li Mo smiled slightly, took a puff of cigarette and did not respond for the time being.
From the contact, he could tell that Ou Junxing's mind was much more flexible than Hu Wenjing's.
Hu Wenjing only hopes to gain others' recognition of her level through her manuscripts. In fact, she doesn't care much about money.
The reason why she asked for ten dollars per thousand words was just to distinguish her from others.
But Ou Junxing was different. This person obviously smelled a business opportunity in him.
No matter how well a person writes, he only has one pair of hands, and the upper limit is there.
But Ou Junxing is different. He has the mindset of a boss and summons people to 'work' for him. There is no upper limit to this.
It seems that Changxia University, as an important university, is indeed a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.
Li Mo smiled slightly, his eyes showing appreciation:
"I won't change the price of six yuan for a thousand words, but I can pay an additional price of one yuan for a thousand words as a commission for President Ou."
Li Mo knew very well that Ou Junxing made a request of seven yuan for a thousand words in order to get a profit out of it.
And he didn't care about the extra dollar, but he would not directly agree to Ou Junxing's request, but put it another way.
His purpose is to let Albert Ou know that I am the one who makes the rules, not you.
I know all your thoughts in my heart, but I don't say it, but you must understand and stop being cunning.
"..."
Li Mo's words made Ou Junxing's throat go dry, and he unconsciously sat up straighter.
He really didn't expect that the freshman in front of him could see his little thoughts so clearly.
He originally thought that he could secretly work as a small contractor, so that he could not only make money but also control some rights.
But now that Li Mo has made it clear, the meaning is different.
Although he could earn this money openly, at the same time he also became a part-time worker.
This extra dollar is just his hard work fee.
"No, no, no, I'm just keeping an eye on the quality. It doesn't take much effort."
Ou Junxing waved his hands repeatedly, pretending to refuse:
"And as the vice president, I'm supposed to help members improve their writing skills. This is all my job. I'm worried about having this money."
"Hey! Look at what President Ou said. He is so dedicated. I was moved by what he said."
Li Mo pursed his lips and cooperated with Ou Junxing's acting:
“But it’s really too much work to keep an eye on the quality of so many people’s manuscripts at the same time, and it’s only natural to get some compensation.”
"So President Ou, please don't refuse."
"President Hu, am I right? What do you think?"
Hu Wenjing nodded and felt that what Li Mo said made sense:
"Junior Li is right, Junxing, your workload is indeed heavy, just do as he said."
"That......"
Ou Junxing looked down, thought for a few seconds and then nodded awkwardly:
"Since President Hu also agrees with Junior Brother Li's distribution method, then Junior Brother Li, can I get the money?"
"I can get it!"
"Should I take it?"
"It's time to take it!"
"Okay... then in that case, I'd rather be respectful than obey."
"..."
When Li Mo saw that Ou Junxing was enjoying the show, he really wanted to give him a little golden man.
Damn it, what kind of talent is this from the literary club? So damn literate!
I asked for money and even made a play in "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". Zhuge Liang persuaded Liu Bei to take the position of Jingzhou Shepherd.
It’s so fresh and refined!
.........
.........
After being enthusiastically treated to Lanzhou Ramen by Ou Junxing outside the school at noon, Li Mo went to the school library to meet Ke Xia.
Painter 'Feixue' has been in frequent contact with him these days.
After several revisions, seventeen paintings with a strong Korean comic style were already lying on his computer.
To be honest, Li Mo is really satisfied with 'Feixue'.
This future great painter of Korean comics not only knows how to attract attention through painting methods, but also works extremely efficiently.
Every time Li Mo asked her for revision suggestions, she would immediately reply: "I will revise it right away!"
It can be seen that 'Feixue' is full of love for his career.
No, it should be said that she is extremely talented in drawing astringent things and loves it very much.
If you have high talent and no procrastination, you are awesome.
To be honest, for many people, procrastination is almost a terminal illness.
That is simply harder than quitting sex.
You are determined to get rid of this problem, but procrastination will jump out and say to you, how about we talk about it later?
As a result, you may actually have to wait and procrastinate indefinitely.
Really, this thing is hopeless.
If you want to believe that you can cure your procrastination, you might as well believe that I am Qin Shihuang.
After entering the library, when Li Mo showed Ke Xia the seventeen pictures on the computer, he could clearly feel that Ke Xia's breathing became heavy again.
"Senior, can I keep these pictures?"
"..."
"It's okay, but you really have to control it. You have dark circles under your eyes... huh? Why did you even cut your nails?"
Li Mo sighed, feeling more and more that he might have become a 'sinner'.
Damn, I use these things to attract customers, but my employees can’t indulge in them.
"Senior, I...have fallen..."
Kesha leaned on the table again, sadness flowing back into a river.
Li Mo leaned forward slightly, patted Ke Xia's shoulder, and comforted him in the tone of a person who has been there:
"Actually, this is not a big deal. After all, we are all mortals, and it is normal to have desires."
"Now that you have entered this door, you should look at it from a dialectical perspective and control your degree..."
Damn it, he was really an old lady getting under the covers when he was confused about how to communicate with the opposite sex, which even made me laugh.
But having said that, Li Mo really felt that Ke Xia, as a new warrior who had just stepped into the wonderful world of adulthood, was a bit fierce.
Isn’t it true that when people cut their nails, they only cut their middle fingers?
But why did she cut all the nails on her ten fingers cleanly?
We don’t know either, and we don’t dare to ask.
