I will never give in to Miss Death

"No, I just said it's better not to play a female character and change your avatar to a more normal one."

The young man quickly changed his words and said, "It was mainly because of the author named 'Uncle Loves Lolita' at the beginning. He seemed to have just joined the group recently. He had a cute girl avatar, but he ended up using such a pen name. I said a few words to him in the group at the time, and then someone in the group scolded me, and finally the editor kicked me out..."

"It's okay. Anyway, I just graduated from college. There are a lot of jobs that can make money in the future, and they don't rely on writing books, haha."

As he spoke, the young man showed me his WeChat QR code and said, "Little sister, can you add me on WeChat? Then I'll show off to that guy called Uncle Loves Lolita and tell him what a cute girl is."

"I……"

I tried to speak in the most childish voice I could think of: "I'm sorry, I'm still young and don't have WeChat."

"So that's how it is. Those who uploaded those photos online are not trustworthy. What loli editor? You are obviously the editor's sister or daughter!"

The young man looked a little disgusted: "It turns out that they are all hype dogs."

"..."

Jiang Wei seemed to have sensed something and gave me a look that said, "Is this someone from your author group?"

I responded with an expression that said "I don't know him well".

"Well, cough."

Jiang Wei understood and pretended to chat with Pi Pi, holding her in his arms, and said loudly, "Pi Pi, you said before that some of your royalties were lost, how much do you get per month now?"

Following Jiang Wei's hint, Pipi understood: "Oh, the royalties have really dropped a lot. Now it's only over 500,000 yuan a month. We are so poor."

I saw the young man who claimed to be the author was named "Uncle Bei San" had a frozen expression on his face.

"Five hundred thousand for one book? What about comics and anime? One million now?"

Jiang Wei picked up a book from the most conspicuous place on the counter. I recognized it as a book written by "Divine Pet Pippi".

"For this book, how much is the fee? You tell me the number."

"Hey, this book is really not much. The royalties for April are 450,000. Let me show you."

Pippi took out his cell phone from his pocket and swiped it a few times, as if he was opening the author's background.

The young man leaned over in disbelief and stared at Pippi's phone screen with wide eyes.

The next second his eyes were filled with shock, confusion and panic.

"No way, you've already published a physical book, but it's still so little every month?"

Jiang Wei raised his head pretentiously and took out a leather book from the pile of books next to him: "Look at this Yaedang booth, most of them are your books, it shouldn't be that bad."

"Haha, physical books aren't making much money right now. My book on the new website is also going strong. I estimate I can get around a million yuan in royalties in June, which is barely enough for pocket money."

Pipi also got into the mood, and deliberately said to Jiang Wei in a very "calm and calm" manner under the nose of "Uncle Bei San": "You are still talking about me, you also made a lot of money from your online store last month, right?"

Jiang Wei smiled and said, "It's just average, with a turnover of just over 2 million, not as good as yours."

"How can it be the same? When I just graduated from college, I worked for a boss...writing code, and my monthly salary was only over 20,000 yuan. It seems like you didn't even finish high school, right? You bought a house after working hard for three years, right?"

"..."

After hearing these words, I saw that the young man behind Pipi Jiang Wei's face turned a little green.

"Hey, the housing prices weren't that high back then, and the down payment was only 80."

Jiang Wei was obviously unwilling to drop the topic, and continued in a sarcastic tone: "If it weren't for my good brothers helping to pay 50, I wouldn't be able to buy that house."

"Having many good brothers is also a kind of wealth."

Jiang Wei turned to Ji Tu Tong Long and said, "Actually, Brother Su is the strongest among us. With his wealth, let alone one or two houses, he should have no problem buying Yaedang, right?"

"Exaggerated."

Su Yunjin, who had been playing with his phone, smiled calmly: "I am the one with the least power in the family, and the personal funds I can use are only a few thousand."

It was unknown whether it was a deliberate design or a coincidence, but as soon as Su Yunjin finished speaking, his cell phone rang with a "ding dong" sound.

"870,000 yuan has been credited to my Alipay account."

"..."

The news of the Alipay payment arriving made "Uncle Bei"'s face turn blue and purple. Standing behind Pipi Jiang Wei, he felt that it was not right to continue talking about his "glorious deeds", nor was it right to interrupt and change the subject.

"Ah, sorry."

Then, Jiang Wei pretended to be "talking so much that he just noticed this person behind him" and turned around: "Brother, what did you say just now? I remember you said you just graduated...how much money did you make?"

"Nothing, ha, haha..."

He seemed to feel that something was wrong with Jiang Weipipi’s expression when he was looking at him. After being rejected by me, the young man put away his phone awkwardly: “Well, I… I have something else to do, so I’ll leave first… Haha, I’m leaving.”

The young man spoke in a tone that was so awkward that I spent a long time digging my feet into my new white shoes, and then he turned around and fled from the counter.

"What exactly happened?"

Jiang Wei watched the back of "Uncle Bei San" disappear in the crowd before he turned around and asked, "Was he kicked out by the editor for stirring up trouble in the group?"

"He retired on his own initiative."

I shrugged to show that I was innocent too: "Miguabao edited Tuzi's contract group. At that time, he saw my author name and thought I was an uncle. He made some controversial remarks and quarreled with people in the group. Tuzi banned him for ten minutes, and then this person said something harsh and left the group."

"It's similar to the guy in the Elodie group last year who scolded everyone for being too aggressive because he couldn't get a recommendation."

Pipi thought thoughtfully: "Several kids like this quit my group almost every year."

"He can be yin or yang to anyone, but I can't stand him having a seizure in front of us brothers."

Jiang Wei sneered: "We can only ridicule him here. If he still behaves like this after entering society, someone will teach him what emotional intelligence is."

"Nuo'er, next time if someone insists on taking photos and asks you for your WeChat, just call 110 in front of him and don't let it affect your mood."

"Ok."

I nodded: "I have been an author for so many years, it's not like I haven't encountered similar things before."

"Let's not discuss this kind of person anymore. We are almost leaving. If you are looking for a job, Nuo'er, you can try the coffee shop here. With Brother Ji's help to look after the place, they won't make things difficult for you."

Pippi pushed two flyers and an introduction of "Nan Nagi District Shangjing Cat Cafe" in front of me.

"Thank you."

I took the flyer, folded it carefully, and put it in my pocket.

"Because you get complacent about a small thing, you throw all the important things aside—"

As he was speaking, the speakers around the center stage of the comic exhibition suddenly exploded and the volume instantly increased. A burst of exciting music spread throughout the venue.

"A real man should be strong for someone."

"Grit your teeth and hold on to the end. It doesn't matter if you fall down, you can just stand up again..."

Amid the exciting music, Jiang Wei at the counter turned around almost reflexively and yelled, "F*ck! Ultraman Nexus?!"

"No, that's not right. This booth... this Cos... Master? Is this Mugen?"

Then, Jiang Wei waved at me excitedly, "I'm sorry, Nuoer, there's a Mugen booth here today. I won't talk about the past. I'll leave first. Goodbye!"

Roaring, Jiang Wei ran straight to the stage in the center of the comic exhibition like a husky at mealtime.

"Master! President! I'm here! Is there a card man? Damn, there really is a card man, a card man! Let's go all in!"

In addition to playing various games with us, Jiang Wei is also a Mugen fan.

This game can be roughly understood as The King of Fighters, but Mugen covers a wider range. It is an engine that has characters from The King of Fighters, as well as many original or variant characters and unique story backgrounds.

Everyone has their own childhood. For a poor kid like Jiang Wei who dropped out of school to work, the happiest time of his childhood might be when he saved money for breakfast or found a pile of scrap metal somewhere and sold it to a rag collector for a few dollars, and then took it to the arcade room to play all day.

The most classic games in the arcade rooms at that time were King of Fighters, Street Fighter, Dino Fighter, Metal Slug, and Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

When we were playing games together, such as when it was time to skydive in the APEX battle royale, Jiang Wei would give up the skydiving command and seize the time to watch Mugen-related videos. With headphones on, I often heard him say things like "I watched TV!" "Beauty roasting lamb!" "Nothing, what kind of attitude, what a fucking game!" "Purple motherfucker!" and so on.

"Look at him, he gets excited when this is mentioned."

Seeing that Jiang Wei rushed to the booth before finishing his words, Pipi had to give me an apologetic smile: "Maybe the two of us will have to stay here with him for another half an hour."

"It's okay. It's a rare trip to Kamihama."

I was also amused by the rare loss of composure of "Marisa's Iron Butt", and subconsciously covered my mouth with my hands and waved my hands at Pippi, Gito and Long.

"You guys go too, have fun!"

No. 058Have you ever seen a blue deeper than the sea?

After saying goodbye to Pippi Marisa and the others, my work in the afternoon became much simpler. I basically just sat and typed on my phone. When my eyes got tired, I looked at the boys and girls on the stage in the middle of the exhibition hall. When guests came, I introduced the activities and history of the website to them.

Anyway, the bosses of Yaedo and Miguabao didn’t “hire” me here to sell books, but to promote the website by “hyping” the loli editor and using my appearance to increase the popularity of the website.

To put it simply, today I play the role of a "mascot", and selling books is just a by-product.

After understanding this, I started to slack off with peace of mind.

To be honest, the treatment here is really good.

If the boss is more "capitalist", he might ask the store employees to go out and shout, or wear all kinds of strange clothes to attract attention and squeeze out all the labor value.

I met many bosses like this when I graduated from college and just entered the workforce.

Being a "waiter" is a basic skill for every college graduate who has no background, no qualifications, poor family conditions, and no job placement by school. Almost the vast majority of people's first job is either to screw screws in a factory, or to be a store clerk or waiter or an apprentice at a roadside barbecue stall. I am no exception.

I have worked as a waiter in many stores, from clothing stores to food stores to toy stores, and I can say that I have met all kinds of bosses.

There are demanding bosses who will yell at you if you can't even keep your job clean. There are also deceptive bosses who set rigid targets every month such as "you must sell a certain amount of things or your bonus will be deducted". There are also street lamp bosses who require you to turn on your phone at 12 o'clock at night, reply to your boss's messages within seconds, and call you to work overtime on holidays without paying you overtime.

I remember that a long time ago I worked as a waiter in a convenience store for a month. On the first day, the boss asked me to memorize the retail prices of all the items in the store because he didn't have a credit card machine. If I made a mistake in remembering the price or the accounts didn't match, I would be responsible for the store's losses.

So...compared to all those weird bosses, I really think it's very, very easy to help Mi Gua Bao run the store at the comic convention. There are no requirements, and they really give a lot.

Just sit down. Every book and every peripheral has a price tag. Just hand over what the customers want and let them check the price and scan the code to pay. Moreover, many customers who come to the comic exhibition give me the feeling that they are a bit "socially anxious". When asked what they want to buy, they blush and say they just want to take a look. Then they scan the code to pay for the products within a minute. I guess most of the time they don't even serve as a "mascot". They just stand there and serve as a background.

Just like the signs at the door of the pillow shop next door...

Although I also know that such work is not available every day - both Miguabao and Yaedo focus on online, and comic exhibitions like this cannot be held every day. Even if they want to do it, marketing like "Lolita Editor" is enough once, and I guess no one will be interested in it the second time.

In addition, tomorrow is the last day of the comic convention, and the number of people will definitely be much smaller than today. I guess there will be no easy jobs like "sitting from morning to night and earning 1000 yuan a day."

So it is better to keep your feet on the ground and write well.

"Noel, how do you feel?"

Around 5:30 pm, with the classic song "Beautiful Lies" playing on the center stage of the comic exhibition, Lu Xinjian, the owner of Yaedo, who had been away all day, and the editor-in-chief of Miguabao came towards me. Lu Xinjian looked very happy. Without saying a word, he handed me a bottle of "Enjoyable Edition" Coke and said, "Those weird uncles didn't give you any trouble, did they?"

"No."

I took the Coke and said honestly, "I sold... um, about 51 books?"

"So strong? Xiao Ai only sold 30 copies yesterday."

The editor-in-chief of Honeydew Bag looked at Elodie who was eating snacks and playing with her phone: "Xiao Ai, you have to learn from others."

Elodie responded incoherently: "Mmmmm..."

"I originally doubted whether she was really 18 years old."

Editor Rabbit came over and said, "After a day of observation, I have confirmed that the little guy has experienced a lot and has a very mature mentality, not like a child."

I'm not a child, okay!

I quietly put the free-flowing Coke into my rabbit backpack.

Hmm…when it’s recommended in the novel, I’ll take this out of the fridge and drink it to celebrate.

Also, if you are going on a long trip next time, you must remember not to wear these suspender jeans...

While packing my things, I noticed the suspenders of my jeans on my chest and thought silently to myself.

I saw this kind of pants in the supermarket before. They were cheap and I bought them without thinking much. I didn’t feel anything special when I put them on in the morning. It was not until I wore them out and worked a day here that I realized that this kind of clothes is not suitable for wearing far away from home, especially in areas with crowded bathrooms. It is very inconvenient to take them off.

Girls have to queue up to use the restroom at places like comic conventions, and the queue often lasts nearly ten minutes.

Due to physiological differences, the average time girls spend in the bathroom is several times longer than that of boys, which leads to long queues outside the women's bathroom when there are many people.

And I also discovered a problem, that is, at comic conventions nowadays... there are really a lot of transvestite girls.

——Don’t ask me how I know.

"So, should I be considered her editor-in-chief, or should I be considered Xiao Ai?"

While collecting things, Editor Rabbit asked the editor-in-chief directly.