After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

After the opening ceremony, Peking University campus entered the rhythm of learning.

In the first year of the Chinese Department at Peking University, there is no distinction between majors, and everyone learns the same basic knowledge.

It was not until the sophomore year that the subdivision began.

Lu Qingfeng has become even busier recently.

After finishing a class on the first day, he went to find his counselor Wang Lecheng to ask about opening a personal studio.

“Isn’t it too early for you to start a business now?”

Wang Lecheng was very surprised by his arrival.

The opening ceremony had just passed, and he paid a lot of attention to this student who was currently a hot topic on campus.

When chatting with other teachers, he also learned that this student in the class had left a good impression on the school leaders.

As a student who graduated from this school, he was a little envious.

As one of the top universities, Peking University conducts frequent cooperation and exchanges with domestic and foreign institutions every year.

Including but not limited to internship positions at the United Nations, postdoctoral recruitment at Harvard University, summer programs at Oxford University, academic exchanges at Cambridge, etc.

There are very few places for these projects. Apart from anything else, with this impression, Lu Qingfeng has more opportunities than others.

“What kind of business do you want to start?”

Wang Lecheng put down the teacup in his hand.

Guiding college students in their entrepreneurship is also one of the counselors’ responsibilities.

"I mainly want to open a one-person studio to facilitate the publication of some literary and artistic works and subsequent operations in the future."

This reminded Wang Lecheng that this kid had another identity, a writer.

"Our school certainly encourages you to start a business while on campus and gain experience. We also have various preferential policies, but the requirements are quite high. As you said, you belong to the cultural and creative project, so you can apply."

"I'll send you this information, take a look at it first."

"The most important thing in the early stages is to find a supervisor, then determine the theme and write a project proposal."

He sent the information in the computer to Lu Qingfeng.

Lu Qingfeng took a look and thought it was quite troublesome, but it was indeed very cost-effective.

The tax exemption for the first three years is very attractive.

"Brother Cheng."

Lu Qingfeng looked straight at him.

"Yes, yes, I can be your advisor. Please go back and write the project report first."

Wang Lecheng immediately understood what he wanted to say and didn't mind selling it well.

Only then did Lu Qingfeng leave with satisfaction.

Back in the dormitory, Guo Hao and Wu Yongfei went to the library, leaving Zhang Jingyi alone lying on the bed playing games.

Lu Qingfeng glanced at him.

It seems that since the end of military training, he has been a bit like a wild horse that has broken free from its reins, and has become a little too relaxed.

Maybe it was because I was controlled too strictly before.

Maybe it will be fine in two days.

Lu Qingfeng ignored him.

Wang Lecheng gave him too much information, so he took out his computer to check it.

After reading for a while, his WeChat rang. It was Lao Qian from "Children's Literature" who sent him a message.

"Mr. Lu, military training is over, and school has officially started, right?"

Lu Qingfeng laughed.

He guessed what Lao Qian meant.

"Editor Qian, your ability to urge submissions is much better than Sister Xiuxiu's."

"Hahaha, Comrade Xiao Yang is on your side, but I'm different. I like your writing, so I hope you write more."

"I don't have any inspiration for a long story right now, so I'll give you two short stories before the end of the month."

Lu Qingfeng gave an affirmative answer.

"Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" has just been published, so there is no need to rush to publish a new novel.

I still have quite a few short stories, which I can use to earn some royalties. When I write more in the future, I can compile them into a book and publish a collection of short fairy tales.

Lao Qian replied with an OK expression and increased his manuscript fee to 280 yuan per thousand words.

Then I didn't bother him anymore.

What Lao Qian did was a normal editor's approach. As long as the manuscript was ready, everything would be fine.

But if he fails to fulfill his promise by the end of the month, this middle-aged man who looks like a dandelion will probably come and kill him.