Back to 1997, I became the originator of online literature

Chapter 235 The Impact of Making Money Too Quickly on the State of Mind
Hearing this, Zhao Wenzhuo was very surprised and thanked him repeatedly.

At the same time, I was also very surprised.

Because Huang Baiming just said that he was the candidate strongly recommended by Cao Sheng.

Cao Sheng is the short name of Mr. Cao, which naturally refers to Cao Sheng.

At this moment, he felt that all the hard work he put into filming so many Kung Fu teaching videos for Cao Sheng was worth it! It was totally worth it!

He decided to continue filming kung fu videos for Cao Sheng when he returned home today, not only today, but also tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... as long as he had time in the future.

Anyway, I know a lot of kung fu, and I have to practice boxing every day, so it’s just a matter of convenience to film it.

If I can get one or two more scripts of this level, it will be a huge profit!
……

The same afternoon.

Huizhou.

The sun is shining and the breeze is gentle.

Cao Sheng sat by the Xin'an River, leisurely fishing and basking in the sun.

At this time, he should be writing in the study.

But this morning he received a call from Huang Baiming, saying that the script of "The Hunger Games" was favored by Jackie Chan, and that Jackie Chan suggested giving him 100 million yuan in script fees.

Another 100 million in revenue is needed.

This news made him lose his composure. He sat in front of the computer for more than two hours in the afternoon, but he couldn't find the mood to write.

I always think about the fact that the script of Ong Bak sold 80 and the script of The Hunger Games sold 100 million in the past two days, making a profit of 180 million in two days.

This speed of making money is even more exciting than stock trading.

It has a great impact on his mentality.

It was a bit like the deeds of a great writer he had heard of before. He remembered that before his rebirth, he once saw a great writer in the author group saying that he had made 20 yuan from stock trading and had no intention of writing novels.

After a while, the great man said in the group again that he had lost 80 yuan in stock trading recently and would not trade anymore.

Then, within a few days, the work that had been abandoned for several months by this great artist actually began to be updated steadily.

Back then, he laughed at the mentality of that great writer. After making some quick money from stock trading, he had no interest in writing novels.

Don’t you know that stock trading can’t be a career?
And today, he finally realized the impact of money coming in too quickly on one's mood.

180 million is an astronomical figure for most ordinary people in this era.

The purchasing power is comparable to tens of millions 20 years later.

The key is that this is what he earned in the past two days.

In comparison, making money from writing novels is too slow.

He felt as if there was a voice in his head constantly persuading him to write scripts! Write his stupid novels! Writing scripts would not only make money quickly, but he might also have the opportunity to have sex with female stars. Wouldn't that be much more enjoyable than writing novels?
But reason told him: You can't write many hit movie scripts. After you finish writing the hit movie scripts you remember, will your original scripts still be so popular? Don't treat something you are not good at as a lifelong career! It is safest to keep your basic plate!
And he is very clear that novels are his base.

What's more, his memories before his rebirth told him that once the online literature industry exploded, the income of online literature masters would be far higher than those screenwriters of film and television dramas.

As long as he can maintain his current popularity, his income will double in a few years. It is entirely possible for him to earn tens of millions from a book.

In comparison, how many scripts does a professional screenwriter have to write to earn tens of millions?

Therefore, the current income of screenwriters is higher than that of online writers, but it is only temporary.

We should always take a broad view of things!
Don't be blinded by temporary income.

However, no matter how rational he was, he just couldn't find the mood to write this afternoon, which was a reality. So he simply gave himself a day off and went out to buy some earthworms to go fishing.

It was just that the water was quite cold in this season, and the fish in the water were not very active. He sat by the river for more than an hour, but he only caught two small fish as long as his index finger. He made 180 million in two days, but he was actually sitting here fishing for small fish this afternoon.

He found it funny himself.

But he didn't want to go back to the house. He still sat by the river, guarding his fishing rod.

Even if I don't catch any fish, it's still very comfortable to bask in the sun today.

It was almost 4 o'clock, the sun was setting, and the sunlight shining on his body was no longer warm. When Cao Sheng was about to pack up his fishing rod and go back to the house, his cell phone rang.

I took out my cell phone and saw it was Zhao Wenzhuo calling.

"Hello? Brother Zhuo?"

After the call was connected, Cao Sheng just opened his mouth to say hello, and then he heard Zhao Wenzhuo thanking him repeatedly, "Mr. Cao! Thank you! Thank you very much for recommending me in front of Mr. Huang. I just got the role, don't worry! I will definitely act well in this play! I promise not to let you down! Thank you! Thank you very much! When I'm done with this, I'll come to Huizhou to treat you to a drink!"

It feels good to be thanked.

Cao Sheng smiled, and after Zhao Wenzhuo finished speaking, he said with a smile: "Don't be so polite! We are friends, and friends should help each other, right?"

Zhao Wenzhuo: "Yes! Yes! We are friends! You are right. I won't thank you anymore. If you have anything to say, please don't be polite to me. By the way, do you think the video I shot for you recently is okay? Did I not introduce it clearly? How about I shoot it again for you?"

Cao Sheng laughed.

"No! They're all great photos. Thank you for your hard work!"

"No, no! I just took a picture of my daily practice. It's just a piece of cake! Just a piece of cake!"

……

When you make a lot of money, you want to spend some of it, otherwise it’s hard to feel the sense of accomplishment of making money.

Before his rebirth, Cao Sheng was single when he first experienced the feeling of earning over ten thousand yuan a month. It was also because he was single at that time that he was able to devote all his time and energy to writing novels, and then he achieved the result of earning over ten thousand yuan a month for consecutive years.

But as he is single, earning over ten thousand yuan a month makes him feel empty and confused. He doesn't know what the point of earning so much money is.
Every month when his royalties arrived in his account, he looked at the extra ten thousand yuan in his account but did not feel any sense of gain. He felt that it was just the numbers in his account that changed slightly.

So, during that half year, he developed the habit of going shopping and having supper in the middle of the night when his monthly royalties arrived.

At that time he lived in his hometown county.

Most of the shops on the street were closed in the middle of the night.

Only a very few shops were still open.

He remembered those times when he went into clothing stores in the middle of the night. No matter which store he went to, basically everyone in the store served him alone.

Because he was the only customer.

The shop assistants looked at him strangely.

When they saw him buying clothes and shoes that cost five or six hundred yuan each without blinking an eye, they looked at him in even more strange ways.

There were also soup dumpling restaurants, lobster restaurants, barbecue restaurants, etc. that were still open in the middle of the night. He was enjoying a table of delicious food by himself, and the guests at the next table looked at him strangely.

During that period, he would go out and spend money on purpose late at night on the day he submitted his manuscripts every month.

Not for anything else, just want to feel the feeling of making money.

And this evening, he had the same thought again.

He told his nanny, Sister Zhang, not to cook dinner for him, saying that he was going out to eat tonight.

He didn't plan to ask Huang Qingya to come along, he just wanted to go out alone and spend some money like he did in the past.

(End of this chapter)