Yue Qingyan can still drink some wine. But that little alcohol content is far worse than Miwu, Du Xiao, A Yue or Xu Yingying. After drinking in the bar called "Yuan" that everyone often goes to, Yue Qingyan was a little confused. (This bar was really good before, and it was great. Unfortunately, it is closed now.)

"What should I do?" Du Xiao scratched his head a little: "Let you not be too cruel."

"I only had two rounds of wine." Miwu said timidly: "What should I do now?"

"My house is coming soon, where can I send it to me?" Xu Yingying said.

"Where are you? Is it suitable? A boy?" A Yue asked.

"Are you worried about how he is doing to me? Or are you worried..."

A Yue nodded without hesitation: "I'm worried about how you are to him!"

"Hey!" Xu Yingying laughed and scolded: "It's just an inappropriate boss like you."

"As an essay organizer, if people know about this, it is a contestant who gives a reward, and it is a contestant who doesn't give a reward, it is... cough cough, it's irresponsible afterwards. Have you thought about it?" Du Xiao asked with a smile.

Among the few people, Xu Yingying was able to settle the unconscious Yue Qingyan. Miwu only had one bedroom at home, Du Xiao had a home and a room, and lived very far away. He was almost at the two ends of the city with Yue Qingyan, and A Yue lived with his girlfriend, and the place was small. Only a rich second-generation like Xu Yingying had a big three-bedroom house in the city center. Her parents said she bought it for her and they could live in it in the past, but... Xu Yingying's parents usually live in large villas in the suburbs, and they were busy with work. When they met with their daughter, they had dinner together, so they would not really live here. She really had enough space to take Yue Qingyan in one night.

Du Xiao and A Yue helped to send Yue Qingyan to Xu Yingying and went back together. Although Xu Yingying took Yue Qingyan in, she would not take care of her meticulously. A boy who died after drinking not much alcohol was not a serious illness or injury, nor was it considered a hangover, just throw it there. Time can solve all problems.

When Yue Qingyan woke up, it was almost 10 o'clock the next morning. Xu Yingying had already gotten up, holding a salmon bowl and eating a healthy meal while watching TV. Seeing Yue Qingyan walk out of the room, Xu Yingying said happily: "Oh? Wake up?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, yesterday... I was very out of control." Of course, Yue Qingyan knew his alcohol tolerance, so he drank for several rounds without warning. However, now this body seems to have no resistance to alcohol, and alcohol tolerance needs to be cultivated slowly.

"It's okay. They are so urging to drink." Xu Yingying said: "You can only eat grass with me for breakfast. There's nothing else. Well, I can add an egg to you."

"Sister Yingying, are you not going to work today?"

"I am an operator. Just finish the work. Usually I go to the company in the afternoon." Xu Yingying said indifferently.

"That's it. I should go back after breakfast. Actually..."

Xu Yingying smiled and said, "Don't you like the meatless breakfast? Let's go after eating."

While Yue Qingyan was having a meal, Xu Yingying suddenly said, "I envy you very much. If you have the ability to write good things, you will soon be recognized by Mi Wu and Du Xiao. It will be difficult for me to enter that circle."

"But, it seems that they get along well." Yue Qingyan was puzzled. He had never really been involved in the real author circle before.

"The writers are very picky, and the classification is very clear." Xu Yingying said helplessly: "Friends who can eat, drink tea, talk about things, friends who can communicate problems in life and work, and friends who can talk about creation together. When they meet some crazy people, friends, home, etc., you can ignore everything, but only creation is serious and cannot be disturbed. Compared to their children, works are the real spiritual descendants. People like me are completely unable to get involved in the creation and ideas."

"Sister Yingying, did you want to be an author before?" Yue Qingyan asked. Xu Yingying's thoughts obviously contained a lot of thoughts that were biased towards the author.

"Yes, but my talent is not enough. The difference is too far. I have been writing for two years, but I really can't stand it anymore." Xu Yingying said: "I can't even imagine the results of three excellent novels like you in the first month."

Yue Qingyan scratched his head and said, "Where is the problem? Can it be changed?"

"I don't know. Miwu has also guided me. A Yue is my boss. If you need it, I can find him at any time. But it doesn't seem useful. Miwu herself is also very casual. It is great to edit words, but if she asks the plot, she will scratch her head and say: I don't know this, I just think I want to write it like that and do it."

"That's right." The spirituality in Miwu's works is indeed not something that can be learned or imitated.

"It's okay. I recognize my abilities and can help everyone promote their works in the company and operate them well, the same is true." Xu Yingying said: "The author is too hard. I can't live that kind of life."

The author's suffering is reflected in all aspects. Even if he becomes famous and has a certain status, he may not be able to live a good life. Miwu ranks very well among female authors. Whether it is publishing or copyright sales, she is not short of money, but she is busy writing and other people, and has no time to meet other people. She is far away from falling in love and getting married. She bought a house to move out just to avoid being urged by her family all day long. As the author, Du Xiao has a good income, but the pressure to support her family is also heavy. Moreover, the author

The income is not stable on a monthly basis, and there are various fluctuations, so he can only calculate, be frugal, wait. He is really not short of money when eating, drinking, watching movies and performing, but when he encounters a large item he wants to buy, he needs to calculate and plan. Moreover, professional authors do not have units, social security and provident fund, and it is a big problem to buy a house and other loans, and it is very stressful. There are only a handful of authors who can earn millions or tens of millions a year, and most people are not that easy to live.

These are just one aspect, the simplest aspect. The author's work requires being alone, being lonely enough to write good things and finish the manuscript. However, he loses the channels for promotion and marketing from basic social interaction. After having a family, he is obviously the closest person, but he will cause the greatest trouble to his life. Authors with family and rooms prefer to use their notebooks to write in a cafe. If they have the conditions, they will even set up another studio. These are all for keeping a distance from the cumbersome daily life. This invisibly causes pressure and even harm to his family. Not to mention when encountering card scripts, key plot writing, manuscript revisions, and rushing periods, the author with a bad temper is almost a little bit, hoping to retreat in a place completely isolated from the outside world's communication.

The personal problems of these authors alone are a headache, and coupled with the coordination of publishing platform relationships, readers' maintenance, sales, etc. If you want to become a successful author, you are not just writing a book well now.

"By the way, A Yue should hand over your article "Your Name" today. We will leave the contract in a few days. Then you come to our company and meet our boss by the way. Let's talk about your essay competition together. See if you can sign it first." Xu Yingying said: "Anyway, your two articles will definitely be selected for the final list of winners this time. The ranking doesn't matter. The important thing is that the copyright authorization contract can be negotiated first."

"Uh, will you feel like you're determined? Isn't this good?" Yue Qingyan had never heard of such an operation before.

"There is nothing wrong. The competition is to find the author to choose works. Since there is the author's work, the competition is not important. I even thought about asking you to give up your name and sign the copyright authorization directly, but think about it, the competition will still have some publicity for you, so forget it."

Yue Qingyan understood this logic, thought about it and said, "You can sign the copyright first. Then you have prepared the contract template and show it to me, right?"

"Okay", Xu Yingying agreed easily.

After saying goodbye to Xu Yingying's house, Yue Qingyan thought about it and suddenly it seemed that the money was not so short. If the copyright authorization fee was included, it would at least allow him to live a relatively relaxed life. Although the cooperation with Ming Dynasty suddenly cleared the works he had in his hands, at least the company was quite sincere. In addition, he began to meet people in the circle, and he was no longer the lonely man in this world who had no place to go except to stay at home, no one could chat or even send messages to harass him.

Before Yue Qingyan returned home, he bought snacks and drinks at the convenience store in the subway station. Although he reminded himself that he could not continue like this when he was dead, he really had no other way now.

Unexpectedly, in the evening, Xu Yingying called from the company.

As soon as the phone was connected, Xu Yingying asked, "Can you come out now? Come and get off the company."

"Ah? What's the matter?" Yue Qingyan looked at the time and had only been sitting at home for a few hours.

"Probably, it's considered a rescue." Xu Yingying sighed: "I won't say much on the phone, can I come? You have a WeChat address."

"I'll set off now, about... it'll be there for more than an hour." Yue Qingyan glanced at the address. Fortunately, it basically belonged to the subway line.

Yue Qingyan felt that it was almost 7 o'clock when he was in the company before. Because of the rush hour and after get off work, he spent an hour and a half on the road.

"I'm sorry. I'm a little delayed when I encountered Gao Feng." Yue Qingyan saw A Yue waiting for him at the door of the company and quickly said.

"It's okay, there's nothing we can do to call you out." A Yue said.

"What's wrong?"

"There is a problem with an author's short story collection. If you don't have time to modify it, you can only change the original to compile it. I'll find you to fill in the pit."

"Who?"

"Jingzhe."

Jingzhe? Impossible? Jingzhe is a middle-aged author with a very famous name. Can there be any problems with the short collection? Yue Qingyan's face is full of incredible.

"The short story collection contains 12 articles, 250,000 words. He chose 10 articles, which were previously compiled in short stories or magazines, and only two new ones. He just finished the copyright search, and there were 7 repeated authorizations in the 12 articles and must be removed. One of the two new short stories has serious quality problems." A Yue said: "If it weren't for the fact that the printing factory had already arranged the task and had a considerable amount of royalties in advance, we would have refunded the book directly. There are other problems. Jingzhe's book must be published, but he should be responsible for compiling it. The old author was not willing to give the manuscript. Doesn't it mean that he has the highest ability and status? So he can only find new people's works, but... it can't suppress the situation. At least one or two new people's works are a bit heavyweight."

"So I think of me?"

A Yue said: "Yes, if the length is appropriate, I will give us one. Jianghu emergency."
Chapter completed!