Chapter 93: Five Thousand Yuan Manuscript Fee
At 5:30 in the evening, Li Guohong's family of three and Li Guoru's family of five sat around the newly set up round table and began to eat dinner.

In the Li family, Li Luo's grandfather is the eldest son. He has two younger brothers and a younger sister, one of whom is the third grandfather who sold the house to them.

And below that, Li Luo's grandfather had a total of five children.

They are the oldest, Li Guoru, the three aunts in the middle, and the youngest, Li Guohong.

Among them, the age difference between Li Guoru and Li Guohong is about 20 years.

When Li Guoru was 20 years old, he got married and had a child.

So much so that Li Guoru's son Li Dao was born the same age as Li Guohong.

Li Guohong went to high school because he had good grades when he was young.

Li Dao was naughty since childhood. He dropped out of junior high school after one year, entered society early, and got married a few years earlier than Li Guohong.

So Li Dao's son, Li Xiang, who is also Li Luo's nephew, although three or four years older than Li Luo, is one level lower than him in seniority.

Even now, they don't emphasize these things when they meet, and Li Xiang usually doesn't call Li Luo uncle.

But it's always a bit awkward.

Li Luo also felt awkward before, but after being reborn, the 35-year-old soul faced a little kid who had just entered college, and suddenly he felt that the call of uncle was not unacceptable.

But at the moment, Li Luo has no time to take care of these.

After all, since they got home just now, several people have been talking about Li Luo's novel writing.

After the three women came to the table, they started chattering even more.

"Li Luo can also write novels?"

"What are you writing about?"

“You posted it all online?”

When asked this question, Lin Xiuhong helped to explain.

Li Luo felt so uncomfortable while eating that he wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

Fortunately, among the elders, most of them have not even finished junior high school and their academic knowledge is very limited, so Li Luo is not worried that they will really go to see it.

But there are still some people who really watch it.

Especially his uncle.

Although he didn't go to school much when he was a child, he learned to read and write from a kind boss when he grew up.

Later, he traveled around Qianjiang Province, did a lot of business, and gradually broadened his horizons. Even when he was older, he was still willing to continue learning and read a lot of books.

As his son Li Dao grew up, Li Guoru originally wanted to slowly hand over the family business to his son.

Who would have thought that Li Dao had no interest in inheriting the family business, but instead always wanted to travel around.

After a long time, Li Guoru became discouraged and simply cashed in all the company assets, bought a few houses and stores, and then retired to live his life.

After retirement, Li Guoru had nothing to do and was old. He thought that he didn't want to be forgotten after his death, so he wrote some memoirs himself and then asked someone to polish them.

Later, he spent some money to find a publishing house to publish the book at his own expense. With this, he joined the Yuhang City Writers Association.

After repeated activities like this, Li Guoru's life gradually settled down. Every day he would go to the membership center of the Municipal Writers Association to hang out and drink tea and chat with people.

But he didn't expect that there was a younger generation in their family who was somewhat interested in literature.

But after watching Li Luo's masterpiece, Li Guoru remained silent for a long time, and finally said carefully at the lively dinner table: "Li Luo."

Li Luo put down his bowl and chopsticks, looked up at his uncle with a puzzled look.

Li Guoru paused for a moment, and when the table was quiet, he continued, "Where's your book? I read a little bit."

"As for the quality, if I may be frank, it would be unwatchable if it were put in the Writers Association."

"Of course, you are still young. You need to proceed step by step when it comes to creation. Don't underestimate yourself."

Li Guoru stopped talking here. Seeing that Li Luo was listening attentively, he looked at Li Guohong and Lin Xiuhong and said to them:
"Li Luo is still young, so he may not understand. You guys don't usually pay attention to this kind of thing, so I have to explain it to you clearly."

"Online literature is not the same as our traditional literature."

“Although they are both called novels, the content of the novels is very different. Internet novels are even more unpresentable.”

"If Li Luo wastes too much time on this, it would really be a waste of energy."

"After all, it was not easy to get into the No. 1 Middle School. If I work harder, can I get into Qianjiang University?"

"If I can get into Qianjiang, what else can I do in the future?"

"When the time comes, with a diploma from Qianjiang University in hand and a good job found, it would be fine for Li Luo to write online articles in his spare time if he is really interested."

"You don't know."

"In the past, online writers could not even join the Qianjiang Province Writers Association."

"It was only this year that an online writers' association was established exclusively for online literature, but it is just a small organization affiliated with our provincial writers' association."

"Go ask other provinces, there is no such thing as an Internet Writers Association."

"You take what you wrote online and no one will even look at it, let alone join the club."

At this point, Li Guoru took a deep breath. Seeing that everyone was silent, he changed the subject and looked at Li Luo, saying softly and comfortingly, "Uncle is not targeting you. He is doing this for your own good."

"You have been admitted to the No. 1 Affiliated High School. Your future hopes are all here." "Look at Li Xiang. He missed Qianjiang University because he was a little careless before the college entrance examination. What a pity."

"You have worked hard for the past three years and have focused on your studies. Once you are admitted to Qianjiang University, your future will be bright and smooth, don't you think?"

To be honest, if someone else came to his house and said something like that, Li Luo would probably stand up and battle with him.

But since these words were spoken by the uncle, Li Luo remained silent, but just nodded silently, hoping that this topic would pass quickly.

When Lin Xiuhong was seriously ill in her previous life, her uncle was also quite old and ill, and he often had to go to the hospital.

When Lin Xiuhong was most critically ill, Li Guoru was also lying in the hospital ward. He still did not forget to instruct Li Dao and helped her contact a more famous doctor in Yuhang City.

Although what the uncle said was unpleasant, it was indeed for the sake of his nephew.

If it was someone else's high school kid who threatened to write online articles, Li Luo's advice would probably be similar to that of his uncle.

After all, he is the only one who knows his current situation clearly, so it is normal for his uncle to make misjudgments.

What's more, he is a member of the Writers Association and has prejudices against online literature, which is difficult to correct through simple communication.

So Li Luo simply pretended to be mute.

Li Guohong and Lin Xiuhong also listened carefully and nodded repeatedly, and then the topic was dropped.

After eating and drinking, Li Guoru and his family took a short rest and then got up to say goodbye and leave.

After Li Luo helped tidy up the living room, Lin Xiuhong pulled him to sit on the sofa.

Li Guohong was also sitting nearby. The family rarely got together and held a family meeting.

"According to what your uncle said, why don't you stop writing this book for the time being?"

Lin Xiuhong asked softly, "Didn't you tell me before that even if you signed a contract with the platform, you can choose not to write if you want? They won't pursue it, right?"

Li Guohong next to him also agreed: "Actually, I think you write very well, but what your uncle said also makes sense. At worst, you can wait until you are admitted to university and then write this book. Just treat it as a daily pastime."

Listening to his parents' words, Li Luo sighed and then said, "Have you ever thought of a possibility?"

"what?"

“I made money writing this book.”

"How much money can you make?" Lin Xiuhong looked at him suspiciously, "You are still in high school. It doesn't matter whether you make money or not. Studying is still the most important thing."

Li Guohong also nodded in agreement.

After all, in their opinion, how much money can they make by writing books?
How can a child who is just playing around earn a hundred yuan a month?
Making money is a small matter, but affecting your studies is a big deal.

"Well, it's like this." Li Luo took out his mobile phone, logged into the Qidian APP, and explained to them carefully, "Look, this chapter of mine is about 2,000 words, and I have written more than 200 chapters now."

"Then, starting from these 100 chapters, see the lock icon. From here on, if you want to read on, you have to pay to read it."

"A chapter with 2000 words is about cents under normal circumstances. As long as many people read it, you can make money."

"You can't make much money." Li Guohong muttered, "What can you do with one cent?"

Snapped!
Just as Li Guohong finished speaking, Li Luo suddenly took something out of his trouser pocket and slapped it on the coffee table.

Li Guohong and Lin Xiuhong were both startled, and they looked in the direction towards the coffee table, then their faces froze for a moment.

"What is this?" Lin Xiuhong reached out her hand, picked up the stack of bills, and couldn't help but wonder, "Where did you get so much money?"

In Lin Xiuhong's memory, apart from giving Li Luo 1,500 yuan in pocket money during the summer vacation, she never gave him any money afterwards.

So the five thousand yuan was definitely not given by them.

After all, Li Guohong had to rely on his private money to buy a few cigarettes, so he had no spare money to give to Li Luo.

"Could it be the payment for the article?" Li Guohong took the stack of bills and said with a tone of doubt and disbelief, "Is it true? This must be several thousand, right?"

"Here is five thousand yuan." Li Luo said.

"Five thousand..." Lin Xiuhong was silent for a moment, but finally said, "Li Luo, I know you are amazing. You earn five thousand by writing books at your age, but other kids don't even know what they are doing."

"But you've been writing this book since the end of June during the summer vacation. How many months has it been now?"

"Three or four months?"

In Lin Xiuhong's opinion, five thousand yuan is indeed a lot of money.

But earning 5,000 yuan in three or four months only means 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a year.

Yes, it is indeed a lot, and it is a huge sum of money for a high school student like Li Luo.

But if he could use the profit of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan this year, or nearly 100,000 yuan in three years, to get Li Luo admitted to Qianjiang University.

For Lin Xiuhong, that was totally worth it.

But Li Luo's next words completely stunned Lin Xiuhong and Li Guohong.

"This 8 yuan is only part of last month's royalties." Li Luo coughed twice and reminded, "The royalties for August were more than 9 yuan, and for September they were yuan. The royalties for subsequent months will only increase."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Guohong's hand holding the banknotes trembled.

"What did you say?!" Lin Xiuhong on the side was even more shocked and couldn't believe it. She thought she had heard it wrongly.

(End of this chapter)