Chapter 194 Award-winning Symposium

Early morning of the 3rd.

Zhao Rongjun was lying on Li Luo's bed, sleeping soundly, but he vaguely felt the bed moving.

He forced his eyes open and looked to the side, and saw that Li Luo had already gotten up and was getting dressed.

I looked at the clock on the wall again. It was half past five.

"No... Why are you up so early in the morning?" Zhao Rongjun rubbed his eyes, thinking he had seen it wrongly, "Can't you sleep a little longer?"

"I'm going for a morning run." Li Luo put on his clothes and grinned at Zhao Rongjun, "We must develop good exercise habits from a young age, so that we can maintain our physical fitness as we get older."

"Then there's no need to get up so early on the New Year's Day holiday, right?" Zhao Rongjun covered his head. Provoked by Li Luo, he wanted to get up and follow him, but his body and brain wouldn't allow him to do so, and he was pushed back into bed.

"Do you want to come?"

"Forget it..." Zhao Rongjun covered his head with the quilt, hoping to out of sight and out of mind.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Li Luo asked. "Yan Zhusheng and I will buy it later."

"Yan Zhusheng?" Zhao Rongjun immediately grasped the key point, "She's going too?"

"Didn't you hear it?" Li Luo was stunned for a moment, "She was the one who came into the room and woke me up just now."

Zhao Rongjun: “…Ah?”

Just when he was about to complain, the bathroom door was pushed open and Yan Zhusheng's head popped out, scaring Zhao Rongjun so much that he trembled.

"What the hell?"

"Li Luo, are you okay?" Yan Zhusheng asked Li Luo with his head tilted, holding a toothbrush in his mouth.

"Okay, okay, wait for me to brush my teeth too." Li Luo pushed Yan Zhusheng into the bathroom and waved to Zhao Rongjun on the bed, "You continue to sleep, don't worry about us."

Zhao Rongjun looked at Li Luo with resentment as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door, not knowing what to say for a moment.

How can I sleep like this?
But Li Luo couldn't care less.

After going into the bathroom and washing up briefly, he took Yan Zhusheng out of the bedroom and changed into the pair of sneakers that Yan Zhusheng had given him before at the door.

The two of them went downstairs together, jogged around the community for half an hour, and then leisurely walked to the breakfast shop at the entrance of the community.

After a simple breakfast and buying some food for the four people upstairs, the two of them returned home together.

"Go wake the three of them up for breakfast." Li Luo said, "I'll go call Zhao Rongjun."

It's already half past six in the morning.

If you didn't stay up late last night, you should be awake by now.

The two of them woke up the other four, and after breakfast, Ying Chanxi saw Qiao Xinyan off.

Zhao Rongjun also said goodbye and left, returning to his grandfather's house.

On the contrary, Yan Zhusheng had no intention of leaving. After all, Yuan Wanqing had been very busy recently and never went home. Even if Yan Zhusheng went home, there would be no one else at home, so he might as well stay with Li Luo.

Then the cook received another call, saying that she didn't have to cook today.

After the cook hung up the phone, she felt that she should have lost her job in theory, but in reality, she would occasionally be called to cook a meal, and was completely in a Schrodinger's state of unemployment.

However, Yan Zhusheng originally wanted to take Li Luo to the piano room to continue studying.

But when Ying Chanxi learned that the two had gone out for a morning run early in the morning, he immediately pulled them to sit at the desk in the living room, and the four of them reviewed their homework together.

It just so happened that Ying Chanxi had won a complete set of Level 53 exercise books before, and taking them out now was just the right time to help everyone relieve their fatigue.

When it was almost noon, the three girls went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables together. Li Luo strolled back to the bedroom, logged into the computer and took a look at the writer's background.

Today is the day when last month's royalties are released. Li Luo clicked on the royalties income column in the backend and saw the total amount of royalties for December.

-45972.83
The total amount of royalties was more than 40,000 yuan.

This is just the income from royalties based on the average subscription of more than 12 in December.

In January, Li Luo not only quickly exceeded 1 subscriptions, but also updated words on the first day of the month.

In addition, the huge amount of traffic has not yet been digested, and the average subscription is still rising.

Judging from this trend, the main site's royalties in January are likely to exceed 1.

And this is just the main site's royalty income... You know, at the beginning of this month, Li Luo's "I'm Really Not a Celebrity" was already simultaneously available on major distribution websites.

If the channel sells well, the income may be much more than the royalties from the main site.

I have to say that although online literature is not up to standard most of the time, if you really look at its ability to make money, it is sometimes not too bad.

Although Li Luo's income can only be described as meager compared to many reborn people, it is already very high for him at the moment.

It's so high that if my parents knew about it, they would probably be scared.

Li Luo did not intend to hide the money from his parents. After the final exams, he would tell them about it. Otherwise, the money would increase and they would have trouble digesting it.

Besides, if I really saved enough money and wanted to buy a few stores near the subway entrance, I would still have to rely on my parents to help.

Since he was a minor, he couldn't even sign a house purchase contract.

Thinking of this, Li Luo also breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his life in this life was smooth and comfortable enough.

He doesn't have any lofty ambitions. It's enough for him to live his life comfortably and peacefully.

Now it seems that it is very easy to achieve this goal.

Just as he was sighing about this, the QQ icon in the lower right corner of his computer suddenly started flashing.

It’s a message from the editor.

[Qianzhou]: I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?
With his current performance, what bad news could there be?

Li Luo thought so and typed a reply.

[Rekindled]: What’s the bad news?
[Qianzhou]: The bad news is that yesterday, the 2nd, Wenyue Group’s annual meeting was successfully held. This year’s list of great and platinum artists was announced at the meeting, and your name was not on the list.

[Rekindle]: ...Then this news is indeed bad.

Li Luo was a little amused and thought that if his performance were put in 2014, he would have a good chance of becoming a great player.

But after all, the time was too short and the list of great players had already been finalized long before, so it was naturally impossible to revise it specifically for him.

In fact, around 2014, as long as you could write a book with subscriptions, you could get in line to compete for the title of a great writer. If your performance in channels was also good, or if you sold some copyrights, then it was basically a done deal.

But if the same results were achieved ten years later, it would be totally unimpressive... not even qualified to queue up.

[Qianzhou]: Next year!

[Qianzhou]: As long as you maintain your current level and your channel performance is not bad, I guarantee you will have a chance next year!

[Rekindle]: Then I’ll lend you my good wishes first.

In fact, the main reason why Qianzhou is so sure now is because of the guarantee of the editor-in-chief Hongdou.

At the annual meeting last night, Hongdou revealed some secrets to him while drinking and chatting, saying that the editor-in-chief was very optimistic about Chongran's book.

Especially now that traffic is booming, the website will also allocate some resources to support it.

[Reignite]: So what’s the good news?
[Qianzhou]: Hey, do you remember when you were first listed, I signed you up for the essay contest?
[Rekindle]: Oh, it seems to be the case.

Li Luo still had an impression of this, and after a brief search in the memory palace, he remembered it.

The first prize is 10,000 yuan.

However, this ten thousand yuan is not so generous to him now. He can only say that it would be a waste if he doesn't take it.

[Qianzhou]: Taking advantage of the New Year's Day momentum, your book successfully won the first prize in this essay contest, and the prize money has been adjusted. The first prize is 50,000 yuan.

【Rekindle】: Oh? So generous?

[Qianzhou]: Well...but there are conditions.

[Qianzhou]: In theory, this essay contest is linked to the newly established Internet Writers Association in Qianjiang Province, so if you want to receive the award, you have to attend the symposium in early February.

Qianzhou: Do you remember that forum? You can go and attend it, and go up on stage to receive the award. The prize money will be given to you at that time.

Seeing the words "go on stage to receive the award", Li Luo's heart trembled and he asked immediately.

[Rekindle]: When you go on stage to receive the award, you won’t take photos or something, right?
[Qianzhou]: You should, right? But it's just a photo left in the online writers' association, maybe hung on some photo wall for promotional purposes, so you don't have to worry about being seen by acquaintances.

[Reignite]: Will you promote it online?
[Qianzhou]: How could that be? Your online writers association hasn’t even built a website yet, where can you promote yourself?
After hearing Qianzhou's words, Li Luo felt a little relieved.

There's nothing to worry about if it's just posted on an offline photo wall.

He doesn't have many acquaintances in the Internet Writers Association in the urban area of ​​Yuhang City, so just hang up.

Just take it if you have the money.

Probably no one who knows it will see it.

[Rekindle]: That’s fine, I should be free to go over there by then.

[Qianzhou]: Okay! I'll go there too. Remember to treat me to a meal.

[Rekindled]: Don’t you feel guilty about fleecing minors?

[Qianzhou]: Your monthly royalties are already six or seven times my salary, and will only be more in the future. Can you bear to let a social animal spend money?

[Rekindle]: Okay, I’ll contact you then.

(End of this chapter)