In the private room, Qi Yan was standing there in fear.
After the woman passed by him, she left behind a strong fragrance of flowers and plants.
It's like La Mer in the past life...
It smells really good~
"In addition...he also said that you are a talisman master?"
"yes."
The woman nodded after hearing this, and after looking up and down leisurely, she asked contemptuously: "I heard that my drawing skills are very good, is that true?"
"yes."
Qi Yan affirmed that he has never denied his own advantages: "It's just that I'm still at the third level of Qi training, but I can't draw many talismans."
Qi Yan nodded slightly and told the truth.
Facing a monk who was in the middle stage of foundation building, and who was also the shopkeeper of a treasure house, with the knowledge and experience of a thousand-year-old fox, he thought there was no need to play idle games in front of her.
"At the third level of Qi training, you are a first-level Talisman Master..."
The woman patted the token with one hand and suddenly felt ridiculous: "First grade? You dare to call yourself a Talisman Master?"
"..."
Qi Yan was shocked when he heard that the other person was making fun of him...
But with the beauty by his side, he didn't want to sacrifice himself from the ecstasy.
Anyway, I'm used to being shameless. If I say more or less, it won't have any impact on myself...
Thinking of this, Qi Yan just exercised his patience and continued to listen.
When the woman saw that Qi Yan had no emotion at all about her teasing, she temporarily stopped teasing him and said in a bored tone, "Okay, no more chatting."
"Since you were recommended by Shopkeeper Zhong, I should take care of you."
"Just listening to your answer just now and understanding your basic situation, it seems that there is nothing special about you..." The woman said this and shook her head regretfully.
I don't know if it's ridicule or helplessness.
But Qi Yan didn't take this to heart. Moreover, for him, being able to help the other party was a sign of love, and not helping was a duty, and there was no right or wrong.
"I understand what Shopkeeper Ye just said."
Qi Yan bowed and said, "If there is anything disturbing about this visit, I hope Shopkeeper Ye will forgive me."
After that, Qi Yan planned to leave.
However, just as he turned around, the woman behind him suddenly shouted coldly: "Stop, do I allow you to go?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the woman continued to pick up the letter, glanced at it, and said again: "It also said that your writing is good?"
"..."
Qi Banquet stayed in Bengbu.
At this moment, it was like ten thousand horses galloping past, like a huge wave, with endless saliva.
Old Man Zhong clearly made a gentleman's agreement with himself not to let outsiders know that he was writing "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring".
But now, why does he say everything to others?
This is no different from taking off your clothes and then taking off your pants.
But then I thought again, old man Zhong used to think about the content of his words day and night. He is a la
Friend G, you have a fart gentleman’s character...
"The content of the script..."
When they were having a feast and thinking about it, they hurriedly explained: "It's just for killing boring things in my free time. It's not for public use."
"Yeah?"
When the woman heard this, she let out a "hum" and said, "But he thinks highly of the content of your storybook~"
"What can you say that a sentence can be made into three steps, a poem can be made into seven steps, or the writing is full of interesting ideas and the content comes naturally..."
"I don't know if it's true or not?" The woman's mouth hid a smile.
"this..."
Now it was Qi Yan's turn to be embarrassed. He originally wanted to explain with words, but after thinking about it, it seemed that what the other party said was the truth.
I do know a thing or two about words...
"That's right."
Seeing Qi Yan's expression, the woman immediately photographed the letter on the slip and said firmly.
Then he took out a yellowed piece of cooperation agreement and handed it to Qi Yan.
"This is an exclusive cooperation agreement that we want to sign with you. It stipulates that you must submit at least 30,000 words of storybook content to our building every month. The price of the storybook is calculated as two medium-grade spiritual stones per 1,000 words."
"As for the sharing, after each issue of content is sold and operated, the spiritual stones earned will be divided into 50% and 50%. If there is any violation of other content in this agreement or the content is submitted less than 30,000 words per month, you will be informed that If you breach the contract in advance, our building has the right to withhold or recover the spiritual stone rewards issued that month."
The woman thought for a while, but didn't seem to think of anything, so she said impatiently: "As for the rest, you can see for yourself..."
After that, he handed the cooperation agreement to Qi Yan.
Qi Yan took it and looked through it one by one.
In general, the content was no different from what the woman said, but there were some details that Qi Yan had never expected.
For example, if the breach of contract is caused by one's own death, accident, or other force majeure factors, the breaching party...
Still have to pay it back!
"..."
'It's not like taking off your pants and acting like a hooligan! '
Qi Yan complained in his heart, sighing that the world of cultivation is really realistic, even more realistic than the real world.
"The content...that's basically it. If you have no objections, we can sign the agreement now." The woman said nonchalantly.
"No, I have objections!" Qi Yan interrupted directly.
When the woman heard this, even the pen she was spinning in her hand stopped. She had confidently thought that the other party, a monk at the third level of Qi training, would definitely not refuse the conditions she offered.
"Any objection?"
But soon, business logic forced her to calm down quickly and said rationally: "According to my observation, this seems to be the best benefit for you at the moment!"
Although the woman was a little unexpected, she did not speak out of touch with the facts.
As a foreigner who has just arrived, Qi Yan does need money in many places.
But she ignored Qi Yan's tenacity and integrity as a storybook creator.
So at this time, Qi Yan said righteously: "What the senior said is indeed true, but I am not so poor that I am begging for food!"
After Qi Yan finished speaking, he looked at the other party without fear.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the private room was extremely silent, both sides were weighing and competing...
Gradually, the woman's eyes no longer looked cold, but showed appreciation. She began to feel that the person in front of her became interesting.
"How much do you want?"
"Four middle-grade spiritual stones, plus 73%!" Qi Yan said firmly.
"No, it's too high." The woman shook her head and refused.
"That's it~"
Qi Yan said regretfully: "Then there is no need for senior and I to continue discussing."
After saying that, Qi Yan bowed and bowed before turning around and leaving.
However, before Qi Yan could step out of the door of the private room, the woman leaning on the desk suddenly called out: "Wait a minute."
Qi Yan turned around and saw the woman's fingertips tapping on the document, as if she was making final calculations.
"Can."
The woman finally made up her mind: "So, can we sign a contract?"
"I'm so happy~"
...
Outside the square,
Qi Yan stood at the door of Mo Yunxuan.
I was thinking about the big deal I was talking about today.
He finally understood: it turned out that the dead old man Zhong still loved him.
After a rough calculation by myself, if other income is not included, and the spiritual stones that I earn from my part-time job alone, even if I leave aside the share, I can have at least one hundred and twenty middle-grade spiritual stones. And under such a premise , and you only need to move your little hands, and have a lot of ambiguity with Leng Qiuyue, and you can have literary thoughts flowing out at your fingertips.
Qi Yan felt happy when he thought of this.
At this time, Leng Qiuyue informed Qi Yan through the "Transmission Note" and asked what time he would return home so that she could prepare dinner in advance...
'Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be here~'
Qi Yan was satisfied with the warmth of being remembered, and felt extremely at ease in his heart. He was so excited that he took action and ran home without stopping.
He couldn't wait to tell Leng Qiuyue about the signing...
