Of course it is a good thing to hang out with beautiful women.
But Xiang Nan had no money, so it was a bit troublesome.
After all, when going out with girls, buying a bottle of drink and having a meal are the most basic things.
If you're having fun, you can't help but sing a song, go shopping, or buy souvenirs. If you don’t have three to five hundred, don’t even think about it.
Xiang Nan only has ten yuan on hand now, which is enough to buy three bottles of Coke.
How can I take girls out with such little money? It’s too embarrassing to ask people to treat you.
So Xiang Nan lied first.
Fortunately, Ling Xiangqian had no doubts and readily agreed, "Okay, then it's a deal."
…
Taking back the mobile phone, Xiang Nan continued to sell fish in the vegetable market.
At this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang.
"Dad, please watch the stall first while I answer the phone." Xiang Nan placed the knife across the chopping board, then walked to a secluded place and pressed the answer button.
"Hello, are you Mr. Chu Tiankuo?" A man's voice came from the other side of the phone, "I am Feng Yunlong, the editor of Jingu Legend Magazine."
"Hello, Mr. Feng~" Xiang Nan nodded immediately, "Yes, I am Chu Tiankuo."
"It's like this, Mr. Chu, we are very satisfied with your masterpiece "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" after reading it, and we are going to serialize it at a price of 80 yuan per thousand words. Do you agree?" Feng Yunlong continued.
"Okay." Xiang Nan nodded.
Eighty yuan per thousand words, although it is not comparable to top writers. But compared to a fledgling writer, it’s pretty good.
Besides, "Ghost Blows Out the Lamp" has a total of eight parts. The first part has 80 words per 1,000 words, so it doesn't matter if you make less. In the future, when we get a good reputation, there will be plenty of opportunities to raise prices.
"Okay, I wonder how many words you plan to write in this book?" Feng Yunlong asked curiously.
"It should be about 250,000 words." Xiang Nan thought for a while and said.
"Okay, then we will continue to look forward to your masterpiece. I hope you can guarantee the quality, otherwise we have the right to cut off the serialization." Feng Yunlong said again.
"Don't worry, I won't fail." Xiang Nan nodded.
…
Two days later, Xiang Nan and his father finished work and rode a tricycle home.
"Tiantian, come here, I have a letter from you." When passing by the canteen at the door, the man from the canteen stuck his head out and said.
When Xiang Nan heard this, he stopped the car, went into the store and took the letter. He saw that it was from the "Legends of Modern and Ancient Times" magazine. Although he had been mentally prepared, his heart still beat twice when he saw this letter.
"Thank you, third uncle." Xiang Nan smiled, then put the letter in his pocket, got back on the tricycle, and continued to pedal home.
"Son, who can trust you? Is it a love letter?" Chu Guoqiang said quickly, "Let me tell you, now is not the time to deal with this. Our family is pointing to you to go to college and be promising."
"What I know is not a love letter." Xiang Nan denied, "It's a Mathematical Olympiad question I asked my senior for advice."
"Oh, that's okay." Chu Guoqiang nodded.
…
After returning home, Xiang Nan ate first and then went back to study.
After everyone in the family fell asleep, he took out the letter and opened it. As he expected, it contained a remittance slip and a letter from the editor.
The letter praised Xiang Nan for his novel themes, vivid characters, and ups and downs of the story. Very rare for a new author. And encourage him to continue creating and strive to produce more good works.
Xiang Nan smiled, tore up the envelope and the letter, soaked it with water, scratched it into pieces, destroyed the body and wiped out any traces, and then hid the remittance slip.
He was not prepared to give the money to his parents.
First of all, a big man should not be without power for a day, and a young man should not be without money for a day. He only made more than two thousand yuan this time, so he had to keep it on hand for emergencies.
Secondly, Chu Tiankuo's parents are relatively philistine and greedy. If you are doing a small business with just a few dollars, you have to find ways to take advantage. It’s hard to imagine how they would squeeze themselves if they knew they could write.
Just like Macaulay Culkin and Britney Spears, they were destroyed at the hands of their own families. They regard children as money trees and cornucopias, constantly squeezing them, causing them to wither prematurely.
Xiang Nan didn't want to have such a fate, so he wanted to hide it from his family first.
…
The next day, Xiang Nan asked his parents for leave under the pretext of going to the city library to look up information.
Neither He Yufen nor Chu Guoqiang had any objections to this. Although they are philistine and vulgar, they are still very concerned about their children's learning.
For them, the better their children's grades, the more likely they are to get into a good university. After graduation, it will be easier to find a good job and make more money. When the time comes, take them to a big city to enjoy happiness.
Xiang Nan immediately took his household registration book and went to the post office to collect the money. Then he sent a text message to Ling Xiangqian and asked her to go to the beach together tomorrow.
…
Ling Xiangqian was surprised and happy after receiving Xiang Nan's text message.
Originally, she was lying on the bed reading a book, with nothing to do. After seeing the content of the text message, I jumped out of bed.
"Okay, I have time tomorrow." She replied excitedly, her hands trembling a little.
"Then let's meet at Silver Beach at two o'clock in the afternoon." Xiang Nan replied.
After seeing this text message, Ling Xiangqian jumped up and down three times happily. Her wife was really so happy.
After she was happy, she began to prepare for tomorrow.
Should we wear a skirt or shorts, should we wear a chant, should we wear a shawl hair or a ponytail...
While she was preparing enthusiastically, she suddenly remembered something.
When Xiang Nan asked her out just now, he didn't mention that he also asked out someone else.
"Doesn't that mean that this is actually a date for two?" After realizing this, Ling Xiangqian was so excited that she trembled all over and wanted to go to the toilet.
…
After Xiang Nan withdrew the money, he went home and hid the money, then went to the vegetable market to help.
Then, he asked his parents for leave again, and at 1:30 in the afternoon, he took the bus to Silver Beach.
Not long after arriving, I saw Ling Xiangqian getting out of a taxi wearing a creamy yellow short skirt.
Xiang Nan hurriedly greeted him.
"Tiankuo~" Ling Xiangqian ran a few steps and rushed over, "Sorry, I'm late."
"It doesn't matter, I just arrived." Xiang Nan smiled and said, "Come on, let's go play."
"Okay." Ling Xiangqian smiled and nodded, and came to the beach with Xiang Nan.
In fact, she was born by the sea since she was a child. The sea, waves, beaches, fish, shrimps, crabs, these things that make foreign tourists exclaim, are already used to seeing them for her, and are not strange at all.
But today, with Xiang Nan's company, she found that everything had become so alive.
The sky is so blue, the sea is so big, the waves are so white, even the small fish, shrimps, and crabs have become full of life.
Xiang Nan also found shovels and buckets and built a sand sculpture castle for Ling Xiangqian.
He inherited Chen Xiaozheng's architectural skills and Xu Wenchang's real estate knowledge. It was easy to build a sand sculpture castle.
Ling Xiangqian couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised when she saw Xiang Nan working hard for two hours, digging out cakes from the ground and building a magnificent castle.
"How about it, little Princess Sissi, doesn't this castle suit you?" Xiang Nan said with a smile.
"Well, Tiankuo, your hands are so skillful. I have never seen such a beautiful castle." Ling Xiangqian praised.
