Chapter 37: Everyone is mortal

Ten thousand yuan.

For Li Luo at the moment, this is a huge sum of money.

Saying this seems a bit embarrassing for those who have been reborn.

But now that my family has bought a house, they have a mortgage of about one million yuan, and the monthly payment is five or six thousand yuan.

The monthly profit of the breakfast shop is enough to cover this part of the expenses. After all, the store is their own and there is no additional rent cost.

However, it would be best if we could ease the pressure of mortgage loan for the family a little bit.

Unfortunately, Li Luo asked again carefully and found out that the essay contest would last for three months.

After three months, there will be a selection period of about one month. By this estimation, it will have to wait until the end of the first year of high school.

With the idea that something is better than nothing, Li Luo expressed his gratitude to the editor Qianzhou and took a look at the subscription results in the background.

One hour after the release, the number of subscribers for the first paid chapter was 307.

According to the normal growth curve, by this time tomorrow, the number of subscribers will probably be between 1600 and 2000.

For a new author and a new book, this result can be said to be quite impressive.

It is no wonder that Qianzhou placed his hopes for his first fine book on Li Luo.

Looking at the data in the background, Li Luo gradually calmed down. He took out a calculator, tapped and calculated how much the normal monthly royalties were.

Finally, the number came to about six thousand.

It’s just enough to pay off the mortgage.

However, if the subsequent results can continue to grow, the number will definitely be more than this in a month.

[Qianzhou]: Your current grades are very good, believe me.

[Qianzhou]: If you persist in writing 100 million words, and it can be recommended to various external channels, you will have many sources of income.

[Qianzhou]: Many authors may only receive a few thousand yuan in royalties from this site, but if the income from channels on external sites is combined, it can be around ten thousand yuan, which is very considerable when added up.

Li Luo suddenly reacted when he saw what the editor said.

When he wrote online articles in his previous life, the entire network was already at the stage of anti-theft, and the author's main source of income was subscriptions from paying readers of this site.

But now in 2014, the entire network is still in the stage of piracy.

Qidian Chinese Network not only generates income from this site, but also distributes it through various channels.

Although this site has many free readers due to the existence of piracy, if there are enough channels, the quantitative change will lead to qualitative change and the income will still be considerable.

But I still have to wait until I have one million words before I can put it on the channel... Li Luo glanced at the number of words in his draft box and thought, I'd better take it slow.

When it comes to making money, there's no need to rush.

[Qianzhou]: Of course, you still have to go to high school. I suggest you study hard, at least to ensure that your studies go smoothly and don't let your family worry.

[Rekindle]: Good editor, thank you for the reminder.

After chatting with the editor, Li Luo was just about to start typing when another QQ message popped up.

Li Luo clicked it and found it was Xu Youyu.

[Go to bed early and you will grow taller]: How much is your subscription per hour?

[Rekindle]: More than 300, how about you?

[Go to bed early to grow taller]: 120...

[Rekindle]: That’s pretty impressive.

[Go to bed early and you will grow taller]: I'm not as good as you. I have read your book, and both the rhythm and the excitement are very well written. I feel that what I write is too literary, and readers often criticize me for that.

Okay, okay. Li Luo looked at the content sent by Xu Youyu and sneered in his heart.

A few days ago at the dinner table I said that my book was just average, but after it went online it became very good, right?

[Rekindle]: Your book has its own characteristics, I like it very much. You don't need to care about the opinions of a few readers. Stick to your own content and you won't go astray. Although he complained in his heart, Li Luo still gave her exactly what Xu Youyu had said to him.

Writing serialized online articles is just such a thing.

We face complaints and interference from all kinds of readers all the time.

If you can't adjust your mindset, you're destined to not go far.

【Go to bed early and you will grow taller】: Thank you for your encouragement! I will go write some words first.

【Rekindle】: Okay.

Looking at Xu Youyu, whose conversation style on QQ was very cute, Li Luo couldn't help but smile, thinking that there was a big difference in the personality of the senior sister online and offline.

Are you trying to be cute with him here?

Li Luo complained a few words, then calmed down and started typing.

at night.

Ying Chanxi went home, put down her schoolbag, changed into some nice clothes, called Xu Youyu, and the two girls went downstairs happily hand in hand to buy vegetables.

After spending a few days together, Ying Chanxi and Xu Youyu's relationship has progressed rapidly.

Although he had to go to school until 8:30 p.m. every day in the past few days and then finish his evening self-study, Ying Chanxi would always ask Li Luo to make him a midnight snack every time he came back.

Xu Youyu shamelessly came over to have a meal, and the two girls chatted while eating and soon became familiar with each other.

Today is Friday and there is no evening self-study. Ying Chanxi rushed home early after class and went shopping for groceries with Xu Youyu, preparing a sumptuous meal for Li Luo in the evening.

Just after Ying Chanxi and Xu Youyu went out to buy groceries, Li Luo came to the kitchen to do some preparations, but then he received a call from his mother.

"Hey, Mom, what's going on?"

"What are you doing?" Lin Xiuhong asked on the other end of the phone.

"I'm thinking about you, Mom." Li Luo said sweetly.

"Go away." Lin Xiuhong rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth curled up inadvertently, "School starts the day after tomorrow, right? What time in the morning?"

"Just report in before nine o'clock."

"Then your father and I will not open the store the day after tomorrow. We will arrive at your place at 8 a.m. and take you to school."

"The Affiliated No. 1 Middle School is just across the street. I can go there by myself." Li Luo laughed and said, "You don't have to worry about it."

"Are we worried about that?" Lin Xiuhong said unhappily, "You finally got admitted to the No. 1 Affiliated Middle School, and you won't let me go over with your dad to show off?"

"Okay, okay, okay." Li Luo responded repeatedly, "Then come on, the two of you. Is there anything else?"

"That's all... Oh, by the way, there's one more thing." Lin Xiuhong thought for a moment and then said, "Do you still remember your uncle?"

"Remember, what happened?"

"Isn't your uncle a member of the Writers Association? I thought your novel must be good since someone has signed a contract with you, so I recommended it to him."

"What?!" Li Luo screamed. He was so frightened by what his mother said that he jumped up on the spot and almost hit the ceiling.

"What's the matter?" Lin Xiuhong was puzzled when she heard his big reaction. "Your uncle is quite knowledgeable. Let him give you some comments and you can learn more from him."

"No, mom, what I wrote..." Li Luo said with difficulty, "may not be suitable for people of uncle's age to read."

"What's inappropriate about this?" Lin Xiuhong looked puzzled, then said, "Anyway, I've already told your uncle, let him take a look at it when he's free. That's it, see you the day after tomorrow morning."

After hanging up the phone, Li Luo's eyes were dim, as if he had lost his life, and his head was buzzing.

When Ying Chanxi and Xu Youyu came back from shopping and walked into the kitchen, they saw his distraught look and immediately asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Li Luo pulled the corner of his mouth and sighed faintly, "It's just that I died just now."

　[Failure Diary]: I feel that the information content of a chapter of 2000 words is still too little. I calculated that if I can persist for another 4000 days at 4 words, I can resume updating to 7000 words. In exactly one month, it will reach 20 words, which meets the requirements of the new book list.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)