"Then what does Brother Song want to talk about?"

"I got the first question this time, what do you think?"

"Uh...what is the first question?"

"The first article in this issue of "Bashu Literature" is called the headline. It is equivalent to the headline on the front page of the newspaper. This is not easy."

"Why the royalties I mentioned are different from what my godfather said, now I understand..."

"Your godfather is Director Wu, right?"

"Yeah, but I'm afraid he prefers to be called Director Wu. My godfather said that the manuscript fee for "Bashu Literature" is usually five yuan per thousand words, but this time I received ten yuan per thousand words."

"That should be it. How about it? Tell me about your current mood and thoughts? How can you continue to move forward on this path?"

"Brother Song, you are so flattering to me. I feel happy when I receive the royalties. My idea is to treat my family to a pig cake. As for how to continue on this path, Brother Song, I can't go on."

"Why?" Song Yucheng was shocked.

"Brother Song, writing requires materials, accumulation, and experience. And my materials, accumulation, and experience have been used up in those two articles."

"This has something to do with the foundation in my stomach. Once the foundation is used up, I won't be able to write anymore."

"Then you can continue to accumulate foundation?"

"But I am about to enter the first semester of high school, and then I will take the college entrance examination. Under such circumstances, I have to persist in accumulating, and there is not enough time."
Chapter completed!