Little did he know that Wu Xia was so happy at this time. He could earn about 70 yuan for writing six or seven thousand words. After all, he could earn almost 10 yuan for writing one thousand words.
Wu Xia didn't know how many words others could write in a month, but in her previous life, if she had written with all her strength, she would have had no problem writing 200,000 words a month.
Two hundred thousand words means two hundred thousand words. If all the novels she writes can be published, her monthly income can reach more than 1,000 yuan. In this era, wouldn't she become a rich woman?
She made a ye gesture to herself in her mind, then suppressed the excitement in her heart and said to Ding Wenmin calmly: "Editor Ding, I am willing to sign a contract with your newspaper."
"That's great." Ding Wenmin saw Wu Xia agreeing, and there was a smile in his amber eyes behind his glasses.
"Before officially signing the contract, can you show me the outline of this article?" Ding Wenmin said.
"Outline..." This was a bit difficult for Wu Xia. She had not prepared any outline at all.
Seeing her embarrassed look, Ding Wenmin said understandingly: "Then just tell me roughly what the ending of the story is like. At least let me know the final direction of your article."
After working as an editor for so many years, he knew that many authors didn't like writing outlines, so he directly gave Wu Xia a simplified plan.
Wu Xia quickly sorted out her thoughts and said to Ding Wenmin: "...At the end of the story, Huizi asked Liu Laizi's wife to find medicine for him, and then used Liu Laizi's love for his wife to successfully control the whole family. The villagers gathered together and drank the medicinal tea she prepared.
After that, Keiko set a fire to set the village on fire, but her medicinal tea was not enough to prevent all the villagers from being poisoned.
During the fight with the villagers, Keizi was seriously injured. Before she died, she tried her best to stop the villagers and let Liu Laizi's wife escape, and asked her to light the oil drums that had been prepared. She and the villagers were buried in the sea of fire. "
"I didn't expect it to end like this." Ding Wenmin couldn't help but sigh after hearing what she said.
"Yes, Keiko is a pitiful and pathetic woman. She hated the human traffickers and wanted to kill everyone in the village to avenge herself, but in her revenge, she found that her hands were already stained with blood, and she could never go back. .
So in the end, she chose to let Liu Laizi's wife go back, hoping that Liu Laizi's wife could live on her behalf. "
Wu Xia finished talking about the idea of his entire story.
The ending of the story is a tragedy. Facing this inhumane village of human traffickers, Keiko's final choice is to die with these evil people.
Her heart had been broken into pieces by so many years of grinding. Just when she was about to give up hope and blend into the darkness, Liu Laizi's wife's intelligence gave her hope of revenge. Keiko secretly helped her in an invisible corner, so that Liu Laizi's wife could gain the trust of Liu Laizi and the villagers. trust.
Even in the end, Keiko chose to sacrifice herself and burn the trafficker village to the ground. When she was dying, she smiled at the girl and was blessing the girl, hoping that she could live a clean life from now on and never have anything to do with the trafficker village again. connect.
This may be the complexity of human nature. Being in darkness, I longed for light, and resolutely gave up my precious life for such a ray of light.
Wu Xia also let out a long sigh after finishing speaking.
"Okay! Such an educational article is very good." Ding Wenmin immediately took out a piece of paper from his briefcase and wrote a cooperation agreement on the paper.
In this era, unlike later generations, when signing a contract, you need to write a contract and upload your ID card and bank card and other tedious procedures. You only need to write a manuscript with how many words both parties expect to deliver when and how much the manuscript fee will be, and the contract can be completed.
While he was writing about Wu Xia, he was watching from the side and saw that at the end of the writing, Ding Wenmin also specifically wrote down a deposit of thirty yuan to be paid to Wu Xia in advance.
By paying half of the deposit directly, the newspaper company is very sincere.
After Wu Xia read it, he said to Ding Wenmin: "Can I just sign it?"
Ding Wenmin took out another box of ink pads from his briefcase and said to her: "After you sign, put your fingerprint on it, and then I'll give you the deposit."
Wu Xia sighed in his heart: People trust each other in this era. Editor Ding didn't even check his ID card, nor did he ask himself to provide any other supporting materials. He just signed the contract with himself. It has to be said that this kind of being Trust feels really good.
She signed her name on the paper, then stamped it on the ink pad with her index finger, pressing a bright red fingerprint on the agreement.
After Ding Wenmin carefully collected the agreement, he said to her: "When you hand in the entire manuscript, we will send you a confirmation letter after confirming the final price. Your final manuscript fee will be written on it. After deducting the deposit, Afterwards, the newspaper will send you the royalties via postal remittance."
After saying that, he stood up and was about to leave. Wu Xia quickly stopped him: "Is there anything you haven't done yet?"
"What's the matter?" Ding Wenmin pushed up his glasses and paid the deposit.
"That's my pen name. My pen name hasn't been decided yet."
Only then did Ding Wenmin remember that he had forgotten all about Wu Xia's pen name in his excitement.
"Yes, yes, you think about what pen name you want to use. It'd be better if it's something grand so that people can tell at a glance that it's a famous writer."
Ding Wenmin and Wu Xia were in a good mood after signing the agreement and couldn't help but joke.
Wu Xia thought about what name to choose for a long time.
In this era, dignified and classy pen names are still very popular. Unlike their previous lives, everyone usually chooses something that has something to remember, such as tomatoes, elbows, air conditioners, etc.
"Otherwise, I'll call it twelve o'clock." Wu Xia thought for a long time and said.
"Haha, in ancient times, there were twelve hours in a day. Don't you want everyone to read your novel all day long? This is a good name." Ding Wenmin said.
"Okay, it's getting late. I'm going back first. I hope to see your manuscript by this time next week." Ding Wenmin said and stood up.
Just then, there was a noise at the door.
"She was hanging out with wild men inside, and someone saw it with their own eyes. We can't let her cuckold brother Guoping!"
Wu Xia heard that it was Sun Lan barking like a wild dog outside.
This woman is really like a toad. If she doesn't bite, she'll be there to respond to people every day.
"Wu Xia, how about I go out and explain to them?" Ding Wenmin saw Wu Xia frowning and said to her.
"Don't go to such trouble. What we are talking about here is business. There is nothing shameful." Wu Xia stopped Ding Wenmin and walked out angrily.
