Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

After leaving Li Kuiyong's house, Zhong Yuemin drove Zhou Xiaobai to Xinhua Bookstore again to pick up the remaining manuscripts and settle the royalties. On the way, Zhou Xiaobai said:

"Yuemin, how did you get to know Li Kuiyong? You're so close to his family, and all the kids treat you like their big brother."

Zhong Yuemin said:

"My dad was transferred from Nanjing to Beijing in a hurry. The school in the academy couldn't accept me, so I went to a regular primary school outside for over a year. Kuiyong and I were in the same class and sat at the same desk. We got along really well and played together. Later, I transferred to Yuying, and we kept in touch. I was naive back then, and I often went to Kuiyong's house for meals. You can see how poor Kuiyong's family was. It wasn't easy, but his parents never complained, and our friendship has lasted until now."

Zhou Xiaobai nodded.

"I think you're pretty amazing. You can adapt to any environment. I'm not looking down on Li Kuiyong's family. What I mean is, your father is at least a vice-ministerial leader, and you're also a child from a compound. You can still have such a good friendship with a kid from an ordinary family like Li Kuiyong. It's really amazing."

"It's nothing. I remember telling you before that in my heart, there is no distinction between insiders and outsiders. When it comes to making friends, the original intention is the most important. If you are sincere to me, I will return your sincerity. It's that simple."

Zhou Xiaobai hugged Zhong Yuemin tightly, with his face pressed against his back, and murmured:

"Yuemin, I truly love you and have devoted myself to you. You must not let me down."

I came to the bookstore and met Wang Li in the office.

"Uncle Wang, you're so relaxed again?" He had been here a few times before, and after a while, he was familiar with the place, so he teased:

"Uncle Wang, you have a great job. You just sit in the office and read the newspaper and drink tea every day, and the salary is not low. I wouldn't change it even if you were a minister."

Wang Li laughed and scolded, "You kid are making fun of your uncle Wang again." He stood up and walked around the desk, and saw the girl standing aside.

"Who is this?"

"My boyfriend!"

Zhou Xiaobai followed Zhong Yuemin's lead and greeted, "Hello, Uncle Wang."

"Hey, hello, hello!"

This brat is so lucky to have found such a beautiful partner. "Come on, sit down. I'll pour you some water."

"Uncle Wang, please stop worrying. We are not thirsty." They had just drunk a lot of sugar water at Li Kuiyong's house, and their stomachs were a little bloated.

"I came here today mainly to give you the remaining manuscript of 'Drawing Sword'. This book is now considered finished."

"Oh, you're really fast," Wang Li said, sitting aside. "Come on, you sit down too. Yuemin, show me the manuscript quickly."

The two sat down, Zhong Yuemin handed the manuscript to Wang Li, who took it and flipped through it casually, not reading it carefully, just skimming through it first, and then said:

"Yuemin, you truly have a great talent for writing. A novel of over 200,000 words is quite a feat. Most writers of this magnitude would take at least half a year or a year, or even longer. You were able to complete it in such a short time, and the quality was maintained. The sales were so strong, it's truly rare. My bookstore depends on this one book of yours to support itself."

What he said was not an exaggeration at all. Due to environmental factors, many books in bookstores can hardly be sold, and they are in a state of not making enough money to cover their expenses. Since the publication and sale of "Drawing Sword", the bookstore has made a profit, and a lot of it, in real money.

Zhong Yuemin said, "Uncle Wang, I was just lucky. A blind cat caught a mouse."

"If those writers who have been diligently writing novels for over a decade but haven't found success heard what you said, they'd be furious. It's like a blind cat catching a dead mouse. How come they haven't caught a single one after over a decade of catching one? You don't need to be modest. A high level of skill is a high level of skill. Yuemin, now that you've finished this book, are you planning on writing a sequel?"

Zhong Yuemin said:

"Uncle Wang, please forgive me. Even though I write fast, I write all night long. Writing is really torture. When I run out of inspiration and hit a bottleneck, I have to rack my brain and think hard. I feel dizzy and my head hurts. I don't know how many brain cells I lose in one night. I also lose my hair. It's easy to go bald. My image is ruined. If my partner runs away with someone else, no matter how much money I make, it will be useless."

Zhou Xiaobai, who was sitting on the side, pinched Zhong Yuemin's waist imperceptibly to stop him from talking nonsense. Zhong Yuemin grinned and forced a smile.

This little detail did not escape Wang Li's eyes, and he smiled without saying anything.

"I'll take a break for a while. When inspiration strikes and I have a good topic to write about, I'll definitely ask Uncle Wang to review it first."

In fact, he wrote "Drawing Sword" purely by "plagiarism" without even thinking about it. It is always better to be humble. If he was too amazing, others would think he was a monster. But now we are fighting against the Four Olds.

"Then I'm looking forward to your new book."

"Uncle Wang, isn't it time to pay me the royalties?" Zhong Yuemin rubbed his hands, somewhat anxiously.

"You boy!"

Wang Li laughed and scolded, "Are you still short of money? The royalties you received earlier are more than enough for your expenses. You came at the perfect time today. The royalties just came in this morning, and you came here in the afternoon. What's wrong with you smelling something?"

He stood up and went to the safe next to the desk, opened it and took out the money, then came over and placed the bulging envelope in front of Zhong Yuemin.

"The total is 5872.31 yuan. Count it yourself first."

Zhong Yuemin picked up the envelope and took a look inside the opening. "No need to click."

Zhou Xiaobai was surprised, "So much money?"

It is true that her family is well-off, but they are not extremely wealthy. In her entire life, she has never seen so much money at once.

Wang Lidao:

"Xiao Zhou, your boyfriend is really capable. He can become a millionaire just by writing. No, based on the current sales, three or four millionaires is the minimum. Ordinary people can't earn that much in their entire lives. To be honest, I envy him... Watch the money tightly and don't let this guy spend it recklessly. This man will never stop once he has a little money in his pocket."

Zhong Yuemin touched his nose. Is this jealous revenge? He didn't try to sow discord. After leaving the bookstore, Zhou Xiaobai said:

"Yuemin, it's not safe to keep so much money on you. Put it in the bank as soon as possible."

"It's better to keep it at home. It's too troublesome to deposit it in the bank."

Although it was legitimate income, his family's identity was rather special, and if someone with ulterior motives used it to cause trouble, it would inevitably cause some trouble. Putting it in a space is much safer than in a bank.

"What gift do you want? A watch? A radio? Clothes? Shoes...? Just ask, sister, and I'll take you shopping. We're not short of money."

Zhou Xiaobai was amused by Zhong Yuemin's funny behavior.

"Just because you have money, you show off. What did Uncle Wang just say? Let me watch you. You men are uneasy when you have money in your pockets. I don't want any gifts, but you should save it well. In the future... there will be many places to spend money."

Zhong Yuemin joked, "Don't worry, the betrothal gift will definitely be enough to marry you when the time comes."

"Who wants to marry you? You'll be so happy!" Zhou Xiaobai blushed, "I...I haven't agreed yet, huh."

"You really don't want a gift?"

"do not want!"

"How about treating you to a meal?"

"Not tonight," Zhou Xiaobai said.

"My second brother is back. My mother told me to go home early before I left today. I'll remember this meal for another day."

"it is good!"