Little Joy: Super Genius Lin Lei'er

For the next moment, the whole room fell silent.

Fang Yuan looked at the contract very carefully.

He basically read every line and every word several times to prevent any mistakes.

But the expression on his face became more and more shocked as time passed.

Tong Wenjie, who was watching him from the side, noticed that Fang Yuan's expression was a little off, so she gently patted his shoulder and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the contract?"

Fang Yuan came to his senses and shook his head at her.

There is nothing wrong with this contract, it's just that the terms are too good.

Whether it is the sharing of royalties or the subsequent copyright issues of the novel, everything is very beneficial to Lin Lei'er.

He also read the annotation above. This contract was from Hongshi Literature Network, the highest level contract.

S-level writer contract.

Compared to the normal S-level contract, there is an additional requirement for the number of students enrolled.

However, even if this requirement is not met, it will still be implemented in accordance with the A-level contract.

The reason why he was so shocked was that under normal circumstances, the works of authors who could sign S-level contracts basically earned more than 10 million yuan a year.

A novel can earn at least 20 to 30 million.

Fang Yuan specifically learned all this knowledge today.

This...this is several times more than the royalties he initially predicted.

After the shock, Fang Yuan handed the contract to Lin Lei'er, "Leier, there's nothing wrong with the contract, you can sign it!"

Seeing this, Lin Lei'er didn't say much.

He picked up the ballpoint pen on the table and wrote his name on the contract.

He still trusts Fang Yuan very much.

Nuolan, who was standing opposite, breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Lin Lei'er sign his name.

She was actually very nervous just now, afraid that something might go wrong at the last critical moment.

"Ms. Nuolan, it's a pleasure to work with you!"

Lin Lei'er stood up and handed over the signed contract in his hand.

Nuolan stood up, took the contract, stretched out her hand, and a beautiful smile appeared on her face.

"Happy cooperation!"

The two of them shook hands briefly and then let go.

No one could have imagined that there would be a masterpiece that would shock the entire online literature world in the future: Decapitation of the Gods.

The contract was signed today in such a hasty manner.

In the future, Nuolan also achieved very good development on Hongshi Literature Network by signing this masterpiece.

The entrance of the coffee shop.

Tong Wenjie grabbed Nuolan's hand and said politely, "Miss Nuolan, why don't we have a meal together before going back? Let us show our hospitality. Besides, it's so late now. It would be dangerous for you to rush back to Shanghai in the early morning!"

Nuolan glanced at Lin Lei'er standing beside her, then looked at Tong Wenjie and smiled.

"No, Auntie. Lei'er's book is very well written. I have to go back quickly to take care of some of the remaining things for him. This will also help Lei'er's book."

What she wanted was to go back quickly and finish the rest of the programming for Lin Lei'er's book.

This would also make it easier for her to promote traffic to Lin Lei'er's book.

Nuolan believes it.

As long as the website's traffic increases, the number of readers of the book "Slaying God" will definitely exceed three million immediately.

It might even reach four or five million.

"this...!"

Tong Wenjie didn't know what to say for a moment.

"It's okay, Auntie. If I have the chance to come here next time, I will definitely not be polite to you!" Nuolan said politely.

Imperial City?

She believed she would come again.

Thinking of this, Nuolan secretly glanced at Lin Lei'er.

"Well... well, next time you come to the capital, don't be polite!" Tong Wenjie could only nod.

She liked Nuolan the moment she saw her. Not only was she beautiful, but she also had a very good temperament.

The key point is that she is Lei'er's future editor-in-chief, so they must get along well.

"Auntie, don't worry, I won't be polite!" Nuolan showed a gentle smile on her face.

As she spoke, she walked towards Lin Lei'er.

"Lei'er, you have to write well, and don't let me call you to urge you!" Nuolan said with a smile.

After spending just a short while together, the way she addressed Lin Lei'er changed very quickly.

Directly changed from Mr. Lin to Lei'er.

"Don't worry, it won't happen!" Lin Lei'er nodded with a smile.

He types?

I guess so, but he doesn't need to think about it, he just simply copies it from his mind.

With his hand speed, he can type nearly 10,000 words in an hour.

Three chapters, 6,000 words, are updated every day.

In other words, he only needs to spend thirty-six minutes typing every day.

"Then...see you next time!"

"See you next time!"

.....

Looking at the vehicles gradually moving away, Lin Lei'er shrugged his shoulders. This world is really wonderful.

"Leier, what are you thinking about?" Tong Wenjie walked over and looked at Lin Leier and asked.

Now only Tong Wenjie and Lin Lei'er are left here.

Fang Yuan drove Nuolan to the Imperial Capital Airport.

"Nothing, I'm just a little hungry!" Lin Lei'er smiled.

He was really a little hungry. He didn't eat much at noon, and they kept chatting after school this afternoon.

I've only had one cup of coffee so far.

"Then let's go back quickly. When we get home, your aunt will cook for you right away!" Tong Wenjie felt a little distressed when she heard Lin Lei'er say that.

Having said that, he quickly took his hand and walked towards his car.

In Tong Wenjie's eyes, no one should be hungry, but her precious nephew should not be starved.

Lin Lei'er felt warm in his heart when he saw the anxious Tong Wenjie.

After receiving the manuscript fee, he will definitely give Tong Wenjie a gift.

Ever since his mother passed away, Tong Wenjie was the person who cared about him the most in the world.

Just when Tong Wenjie and Lin Lei'er were rushing home.

In Fang Yifan's room.

After sleeping for a whole day, Fang Yifan finally opened his eyes in a daze.

What came into view was a pitch black expanse.

"Where is this? Am I not in the classroom?"

Fang Yifan rubbed his eyes and couldn't help yawning.

The soft feeling beneath him told him that he seemed to be lying on a bed.

Fang Yifan forced himself to be alert and stared at the outline of the room in the dark, stunned for a moment.

"Why am I in my own room?"

Fang Yifan scratched his head in confusion. He had no recollection of anything that happened after he fell asleep.

"Am I not in school? Am I dreaming?"

Just when Fang Yifan was confused.

What he didn't know was that when Tong Wenjie came back, he would be treated like a big shot.

Tong Wenjie, who finally knew the truth, also made Fang Yifan remember a sentence deeply.

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