You can't only love the Qing Dynasty when you're eating the fruits of others' labor.

Author's Note on Chapter 71's Launch (I Have a Story, Do You Have Coins?)
Suzhou City.

During the plum rain season, the rain drizzles down.

I suddenly slammed on the brakes and stopped right next to the barbecue stand.

It's been about a decade since I last sat down for barbecue by the roadside. Back then, I was the youngest director in the group; now I'm still a director, but the oldest.

At 3 a.m., I received an email from headquarters saying that, in appreciation of my contributions to the group, they would give me a square cardboard box, which I could fill up as much as I wanted.

……

"Boss, do you need part-time work?"

I was taken aback, put down the skewer of crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside pork tenderloin in my hand, and stared at the girl with the single ponytail squatting beside me. Has our world really fallen into such a state of moral decay?
"part time??"

"Yes, let me introduce it to you." The woman with the single ponytail excitedly unfolded a piece of paper. "No threshold, no deposit, update 4000 words every day, and the royalties will be in your home after a month."

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I took a deep breath.

"I make hundreds of thousands every minute, and you're introducing me to a part-time job?"

……

The atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Perhaps because my voice was a bit loud, the diners around me cast surprised glances at me. The one in yoga pants looked incredulous, while the one in tank top was slightly tempted.

The blond-haired man, wearing a tank top, felt uneasy. He pressed the key, and a modified No. 9 electric scooter parked across the street was blaring its lights and whirring loudly.

That's very much like life.

Single ponytail continues:
"Boss, this part-time job is great, especially suitable for cultured people like you."

I:"……"

"Boss, you write a 2000-word chapter, and for every person who subscribes, you'll earn 4 cents."

Looking at the five fingers raised by the girl with her single ponytail, I sighed and handed her a plate of grilled skewers.

It was baked too hard; I can't eat it.

"thank you boss."

The girl ate with great relish, one skewer at a time, and even took a swig of ice-cold beer.

"Is your billing currency cents?"

"No."

"EUR?"

"Not at all."

"what is that?"

"Renminbi (RMB)".

I was furious. I pointed at the one-cent coin lying unattended in the sewage by the roadside.

"Go away~"

……

The girl with the single ponytail explained with a wronged expression, "Little by little, you make a fortune. Boss, think about it, if everyone in the country gave you 4 cents, wouldn't you be rich?"

I patted my watch and then pressed the car key.

Across the street, a black Cadillac flashed its headlights, as if to say, "Hey, honey, look my eyes."

Yoga Pants took out her phone, opened Douban and searched—How much is this car?

Click, take a picture.
I:
Do I look like someone who's short of four cents?

"Not like."

I glanced at the girl's face; her makeup was cakey and cakey. Putting aside the cosmetics, her makeup skills were extremely poor, clearly indicating flaws in the hydration and moisturizing steps.

I sighed and pointed to the things on the table.

"The bill has been paid. Enjoy your meal. I'm leaving now."

"Thank you, boss. I'll think about it carefully."

……

I waved without turning my head, the cold raindrops hitting my meticulously styled hair. A real man never carries a small umbrella.

I'm a professional at showing off.

After all, once you've been pretending for so long, it becomes a habit.

Fortunately, it's just a short walk. I'll get into my Cadillac and wait for you, rain or shine.

Through the privacy tint on the car window, I glanced at the barbecue stall again. The girl with the single ponytail was eating intently. She's a good girl, but it's a pity I'm too old.

She pulled out a mirror from her yoga pants and quickly touched up her makeup, then stood by the roadside looking around.

Her S-shaped stance told me she didn't bring an umbrella today! But she did bring her ID card!

Coincidentally, I didn't bring an umbrella either.

I started the engine and slowly drove toward the curb.

The barbecue chef stared wide-eyed, as if anticipating a good show from the adulterous couple.

She leaned slightly forward in her yoga pants and tried to smile.

To my surprise, I gave a cold laugh, slammed on the gas, and sped past her. Heh heh, woman, I'll teach you a lesson in the ways of the world.

……

The smart car infotainment system automatically played the Great Compassion Mantra based on my driving habits.

"Search for Yuewu Novel Network?"

"Okay, esteemed Cadillac owner, Yuewu Novel Network is a subsidiary of the Antarctic Group..."

Balabala~
I:
Please call Pony.

"Hello, you have 51 friends named Pony. Which one are you?"

"The most handsome one." "Transferring you to Pony Ma from Antarctic Group."

……

"Hello Mr. Ma, my Chinese name is XX, my English name is Jack, and my pen name is Xiaoxiaosheng."

"I do not know you."

Mr. Ma's voice was calm and ethereal.

"Mr. Ma, it's like this. About nine years ago at a cocktail party, I was standing next to Mr. X and was fortunate enough to receive your business card..."

Balabala~
"So?"

"I would like to publish a particularly exciting full-length novel on Yuewu Novel Network, and I hope to get your support."

On the other end of the phone.

Mr. Ma asked his secretary.

Do I own this company?

"Yes, it was a very small investment, so your private finance committee did not disclose it."

“Jack, you are an honest person, and I will grant your request. But, this is a one-time exception.”

……

The call was quickly disconnected.

I won't hear Pony instructing his secretary on the other end.

"Block this person."

"Anyway, the telegram to Yuewu Group is: Do as instructed!"

I continued driving.

The smart car system continued playing the Great Compassion Mantra, but a voice message was interrupted.

Dear author Xiaoxiaosheng, you have received a special gift package approved by the CEO, including first, second, third, and fourth rounds of recommendations, Sanjiang, Xiaolaba, bestseller competition, major cover recommendation, daily reading guide, and Twelve Heavenly Kings~
I slammed my fist on the steering wheel, rolled down the window, and shouted, "Long live Pony!" before driving off towards that kind of place.

Inspiration is fermenting.

Passion is brewing.

The car was trembling.

……

That's the story.

And so, I became a part-time writer.

Regarding whether he should call himself a "writer," a "writer," or a "stinky wordsmith," here's what I think.

Even if the whole world calls you a jerk, you should still smile and tell them, "Hello, I'm handsome."

and so.

I want to say it out loud:
"Hello, I am a writer."

This is a form of self-confidence. [Articles are welcome from readers.]

……

I estimate that authors in this industry have a great understanding of their readers' behavior and personality.

But readers know very little about the author.

The author's creative motivation mainly comes from three points.

First, royalties.

The world is material, and money can be a great motivator.

Second, the readers' praise.

The world is material, but we cannot completely exclude the spiritual.

Third, the desire to create.

I want this foolish world to hear my roar, I want to write something, I want to give a loud speech.

Text is the medium.

Through words, the author can breathe into the ear of a complete stranger across thousands of miles, making the reader's hair stand on end and their face flush and heart race.

Through the words, readers can feel the author's faint pulse, and even sketch out the author's appearance, personality, guess the author's quirks and current mental state.

In short, we all share the same dream.

……

Closer to home.

It will be available for purchase at 12:18 PM tomorrow, with six chapters released at once.

After that, I will update regularly at 6:18 every morning, with a minimum of three chapters per day, but I will try to get four. I will aim for three and strive for four.

If you, dear readers, find this book somewhat interesting, please support me.

For those readers who are destined to leave, you can watch some ads in the "Welfare Center" of the Qidian APP and then get a chapter card to subscribe to my first day's chapter. Even just one chapter would be a great support for me, and I am extremely grateful.

Too curly!

Writing a book now is a constant competition from the very first day—daily, weekly, and monthly.

If you can't go up, you have to go down.

The title is important, the synopsis is important, the three golden chapters are important, the pre-release period is important, and the post-release period is also important. It's just like our lives; every year is important, and even if we die peacefully, we should still strive to burn the first incense.

Hey~
Finally, Xiaoxiaosheng wishes you good health, a happy mood, and happiness every day.

……

P.S., I'd like to recommend a similar book from a competitor, "The Great Qing Dynasty's Chief Secretary," a masterpiece, already completed. This author's writing style is about 8% as elegant as mine, but as a newcomer, he lacks some skill and his writing is slightly raw, making him more suitable for experienced readers.

(End of this chapter)