I will never give in to Miss Death

I looked up after coming back to my senses from all the past events, and then I found that the counter of this store was actually higher than my chest. I subconsciously waved to the owner and said, "No, I'm just looking around."

"Is this person next to you your mother or sister?"

The clerk turned to Yin Xiamo and said, "Madam, if you have more time at home, you can consider writing novels to earn some pocket money."

"Mrs……"

At this moment, not only me, but even Yin Xiamo felt a little embarrassed. The corners of her mouth twitched: "Do I look... that old?"

some.

I was thinking quietly in my heart.

She is over 22 years old. If we follow human standards, she would get married at 25 and start having children at 1... Oh, no, it doesn't matter at what age you have children. Just remove the decimal point of over 6000 years and count it as the first few years of having children. According to human standards, she should be the mother of more than children now.

However, Yin Xiamo does not have any "mother" feeling. Her appearance and figure are more like a "female college student" or a "female high school student."

"Haha, sorry, sorry, I was just saying that. Previously, there was a worried mother on our website who took care of her children and wrote books at the same time, earning several thousand yuan a month."

The clerk handed us a brochure and asked, "Would you like to take a look?"

I picked up the booklet casually.

[Manjiang.com collects novels such as Soldier King, Son-in-law, and Urban God of War...]

It doesn’t seem to be my area of ​​expertise?

Now as people's lives become increasingly fast-paced, many novels have also begun to adopt a "templated" mass production model.

For example, some formulaic writings, like the "Soldier King" and "Son-in-law" novels claimed to be featured on this small website, have the same core ideas. The only difference lies in the names of the protagonist and supporting characters, and who writes them.

A similar routine was used by game manufacturers in those "Legendary" web games a few years ago. After all, the threshold for this type of novel is low. Anyone can read it and anyone can write it. If readers like to read it, the author will write it. Readers feel refreshed and relaxed, and the author gets royalties. It's a win-win situation.

I know that this type of novel is easy to write and can make money, but the main problem is... if you ask me to write these plots, I may not be able to do it.

"Noel!"

Just as he was looking at the brochure, Pipi and the Cockroach Bully came trotting over from a distance: "Finally we found you. The author conference is about to start. You..."

Walking to my side, Pipi noticed Yin Xiamo's appearance and said, "Xiaomo, hello."

"Hello."

Yin Xiamo waved at them energetically: "Has Little Pipi been behaving well lately?"

"Hey?"

As if somewhat surprised that Yin Xiamo knew him, Pipi nodded: "Very well behaved, just a little naughty."

What do you mean by very well behaved but a little naughty? Is this Mao Dun's literature?

"I heard that you are going to hold a secret meeting at a nearby hotel later."

Yin Xiamo took my hand and said, "Can I join in, too?"

"what?"

Pipi was a little confused: "This... This author conference was not arranged by me. If you want to go, you can talk to Nuoer's editor. I remember her editor's name is Catmint. She lives in the warehouse upstairs."

"Oh, catnip."

Yin Xiamo nodded thoughtfully, loosened her hand, and said to me, "Then Nuoer, I'm going to talk to your editor about something. Wait for a moment."

After saying that, the guy ran towards the stairs not far away and disappeared around the corner of the stairs in a short while.

No way? Really?

Yin Xiamo’s behavior left me at a loss as to how to react for a moment.

Also, why do I always feel like... like I've forgotten something important when I hear the word "catnip"?

Did I go looking for catnip before? What did we talk about?

"Hey, are you interested in novels too?"

Perhaps because he saw that I had "attracted" such a large group of people, the only clerk in this "Manku Novel Network" came out and said, "Have you ever written a novel? You might consider coming to us."

"Going to your place?"

Pipi turned around and hesitated for a moment: "How is the treatment?"

“Look, it’s all written here.”

The uncle clerk handed the same brochure as the one in my hand to Pipi and the cockroach bully and said, "I think I have a connection with you today, so I will give you the privilege of signing a contract without any threshold. When the time comes, you just need to submit your work on our website, add me on QQ in the background, and I will sign the contract with you directly."

As he spoke, the uncle lowered his voice mysteriously, as if to set the mood: "Don't tell other authors when you go back. Other authors' novels will be reviewed on our website."

"Manjiang...novel website?"

After taking a quick glance at the contents of the booklet, Pipi took out his phone and seemed to check something on the Internet. After a while, he said, "Is this a small website that has just opened? The main topics are soldier kings... son-in-laws? And war god stories?"

“It’s newly opened.”

The uncle nodded: "But the major shareholder behind us is Shengyu Company. You can check it out. They have strong financial resources and are guaranteed not to cheat."

"Oh--"

Pipi asked in a long tone: "What are you doing on the website? An ordinary editor? Or the editor-in-chief?"

"I?"

As if he hadn't expected Pipi to ask this, the uncle was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Our editor-in-chief is busy socializing outside, I am the responsible editor."

"I saw that some of you were talking about editors just now. You should have written novels before. How is the salary after signing the contract? It should not be as good as ours."

The uncle said, smiling and taking the flyer on the side: "The threshold for full attendance here is really low, and the author benefits are basically the best on the entire network."

"You can get full attendance if you update 3000 words a day? Is that true?"

Pipi returned the flyer to the clerk: "What if I update more than 1 words every day? Can I get triple attendance?"

"What?"

This time it was the uncle's turn to be shocked: "You can write more than 10,000 words a day?"

"The limit is 30,000 words. If my daughter behaves well, it can be 40,000 words."

Pippi pulled a chair over and sat down: "I'm switching jobs to come to your place, are there any other benefits?"

"Pipi, you are so gentle, I told him."

Shark Chili next to him couldn't stand it anymore, so he walked over to Pipi and said to the clerk, "Don't fool us with perfect attendance or anything like that. We are all experienced people. Just tell us straight, if we go over to your place to write a book, is there any guarantee?"

"Guarantee?"

"Yes, you can search online for my pen name Shark Chili and this one, Venom Fang. Our best-performing book has an average subscription of nearly 20,000, and the average subscription of ordinary books is 7,000 to 8,000. The highest monthly income is 300,000, and the daily update volume is at least 10,000. I can show you screenshots of the income of all the books. If I go to your place, I will definitely be able to bring most of my loyal readers with me."

Compared to the more "gentle" Pipi, Shark Chili's tone was not polite at all. He said to the uncle directly and seriously: "Not counting the book with the highest income, I will give you 200 yuan per month, an average of yuan a day. I update words. On the previous novel website, I earned yuan for words. Considering that your website has a small traffic, yuan per thousand words, is it acceptable?"

"Ah this..."

It seemed that he didn't expect that such a "master" would come to him while he was chatting casually. The clerk was a little dumbfounded: "200 yuan per thousand words? I...you...this..."

"You can't even get 200 for a thousand words? Then forget about trying to pick up the skin."

Shark Chili pointed at the pet Pipi beside him and said, "This author used to be a great writer on our website. Even the editors at Yuandian Novel Network would offer a salary of 1,000 yuan per thousand words. You let someone else come here to write a book... and only give him a few hundred yuan for attendance. Are you trying to get something for nothing?"

I was standing by and watching Shark Chili's "output" and couldn't help but cover my eyes.

Is this the "pressure" of a great author? It is indeed terrifying.

"By the way, how much salary does this website offer you as an editor?"

Perhaps because he saw that the editor of this small website was frightened by his output, Shark Chili changed the subject: "I see your company address is also in Shenbin City, does it make 4,000 yuan a month?"

The uncle hesitated for a moment: "Three thousand five hundred yuan."

"You work so hard for 3,500? Why don't you come to Yaedo... oh, it should be called Yaedo Melon Bun now."

Shark Chili stepped forward and patted the uncle on the shoulder: "The intern editor of Honeydew Bao also makes more than 4,000 yuan a month, plus five insurances and one housing fund plus lunch and dinner allowances. I have some relationship with their editor-in-chief. Brother, if you want to let it go, contact me."

"..."

When I returned to the Yaedang shop with Pippi and the others, I saw that there were already a lot of people standing there, both men and women. There were relatively few girls, and most of the boys were gentle-looking. Many of them wore glasses, giving people a "bookish" feeling. It seemed that they were all the great authors of Miguabao who came here to attend the author conference.

"Pikachu! Oh! My Pikachu!"

The boy who came with me before was still here. When he saw Pippi coming back, he walked up to him and said, "Pippi, forgive me. I really don't remember what you looked like before..."

"I almost forgot about this matter, why did you bring it up again?"

Pipi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What's wrong? Do you still need to sign?"

"No, no, I just came here to express my feelings. Seeing my idol of many years, I... I am excited."

The boy said in a flattering tone: "I want to talk to you more, so that I can brag about it to my friends for years after I go back."

"Actually, you don't have to. Nuo'er is much more famous than me. You just took the same bus with Nuo'er. I don't know how many people dream of it."

Pipi gestured to the boy in my direction and said, "Why don't you get on good terms with Nuo'er? That will allow you to brag about it for the rest of your life."

"Is she famous?"

The boy was puzzled: "I just talked to her in the car, and she seemed to be a new author?"

"what--"

Then, accompanied by a burst of exclamations, several young ladies in the crowd ran towards me: "Yin Nuoer? You are the little sister Nuoer who works in the coffee shop... who is very popular recently, right?"

"Eh?"

I was a little overwhelmed when I was suddenly surrounded by so many people: "Uh, I..."

"What?"

The boy who was talking to Pipi lost his composure and looked at me with fear in his eyes: "Are you really that famous?"

"It's just like what's said online, Nuoer is so cute in real life!"

A young lady came up to me, her eyes sparkling like Tang Keke's: "Are you also an author? Are you here to attend this author conference as well?"

“She can’t attend the author conference, right?”

The boy who was looking at me gave me a puzzled look: "Isn't he a new author?"

"Well, I...I'm here to attend the author's meeting."

To this, I can only tell the truth: "The editor asked me to come."

"Are you really here to attend the author conference?!"

The boy not far away was completely dumbfounded: "No way? I brought a great author into the group of new authors?"

"Why are there so many people? The author conference is about to begin. Authors who want to participate should gather upstairs first. When the time comes, we can get to know each other briefly and chat, and then go to the hotel to reserve the venue."

At this time, I saw my editor Catmint and Elodie coming out from the back stairs together. When she saw me, she walked straight through the crowd and said, "Sorry, Noer, I need to borrow it for a while."

"Ah, sorry."

The girl in front of me stepped back and hesitated for a few seconds: "Um, you are the famous editor Catnip of Honeydew Bag, right?"

"Ah."

Catnip motioned for me to follow her: "Are you my author?"

"No, I just want to ask, that..."

The girl was a little embarrassed: "Are you a boy or a girl?"

As if he had been asked this question many times, Catnip approached the girl and patted her shoulder: "If you plan to marry me, then I can be a boy."

"..."

Catmint and I came to the corridor at the staircase behind the store. The editor in front of me gestured to Yin Xiamo and me to find a public bench to sit down.

"I'll have a meeting later and then I might not have time to go to the hotel. Let me make it short. I came to you this time to talk about your affairs in general."

After sitting down on the chair, Catmint looked at me and said, "It's like this, uncle loves loli... ahem, Yin Nuoer, can I just call you Nuoer?"

I nodded: "Okay."

"Your new book is a traditional male-centered novel, and the plot is slow. I have read your new book and your previous books carefully over the past few days, and I have some suggestions."

Catnip asked seriously, "When are you going to finish that old book of several million words?"

"Just these two months."

I said without thinking, "Not many people have read it, and the general story has been told. It should be finished in May or June."