Chapter 2: Planning

Listening to his father's light snoring, Wei Jin began to focus his energy on thinking about the future.

It is currently unclear whether this world is the same as his previous life, but as a veteran novel enthusiast, he is no stranger to transmigration.

It is nothing more than timeline travel, parallel world travel, otherworld travel, and so on; which type of transmigration he belongs to currently will have to wait until he gathers more information over the next few days to make a judgment, so the most urgent task is:

"System?"

"Golden Finger?"

"Grandpa Delin?"

"Medicine Elder?"

"Deep Blue?"

"Reader-lord?"

Following a series of shouts in his heart, Wei Jin scratched his hair; this shouldn't be right, where are the transmigrator benefits?

With neither a Golden Finger nor being a rich second generation, this opening is not considered very good.

It seems he can only learn from his predecessors and leverage the advantage of being a literary plagiarist. With various noises emerging in his mind and his brain feeling dizzy and heavy, Wei Jin stopped overthinking and drifted into a dream accompanied by his dad's snoring.

However, it was clear that the transmigration had brought his insomnia from his previous life along with him, and he didn't sleep well all night.

For several consecutive days, Ceng Li brought him breakfast made with love and stayed by Wei Jin's side to look after him. Wei Jin had long since hit it off with this mature, charming woman Ceng Li, and learned that Ceng Li was currently single, living alone in Beijing, and had no announcements or travel schedules for the last two or three months, which made it possible for Wei Jin's ideas to be put into action.

Through several days of observation and questioning, Wei Jin had confirmed that this was the original world; he had simply returned to 20 years ago.

Looking at it now, even without a Golden Finger, by relying on his foresight, literary plagiarism, industry trends, and other advantages, he could still become an overlord in this world. By then, supporting a few beautiful wives and concubines—wouldn't that be a sure-fire winner in life? Unknowingly, he revealed the habitual smile of a villain.

Seeing Wei Jin's strange smirk, Ceng Li also said crossly: "What kind of crooked ideas are you having again?"

"I've been wronged; I was just thinking, since I trouble Li Jie to take care of me every day, how should I repay you?" Wei Jin looked helpless.

"It was I who caused you to get hurt, so taking care of you is only right. I still feel guilty in my heart even now. It's a good thing you're fine, otherwise I would have..." Ceng Li started blaming herself again.

"Don't, if it weren't for this accident, how could I have met Li Jie? Five hundred glances in a past life only exchange for one encounter in this life. Li Jie, do you believe in fate?"

After finishing, Wei Jin looked at Ceng Li with a sincere expression, his eyes carrying a touch of heat.

Although Ceng Li was 27, her romantic experience was not rich, but she still understood the meaning behind Wei Jin's words. Looking at the handsome big boy in front of her, Ceng Li did not say any words of refusal and had no choice but to remain silent.

Seeing Ceng Li silent, Wei Jin secretly thought that one cannot eat hot tofu in a hurry, and hurriedly changed the subject: "Li Jie, do you know anyone at a newspaper office?"

Ceng Li was somewhat distracted and was startled when she suddenly heard the question, then she replied:

"Ah, I have a childhood friend who works as an editor at the Beijing Evening News; she should be able to help. Are you planning to publish an article?"

"I'm preparing to serialize a novel to earn some money," Wei Jin replied.

"You're only a freshman in college now, why do you need to earn money? To film a movie?" Ceng Li asked, puzzled.

"To earn some 'wife money,' otherwise it won't be easy to marry a wife in the future."

Wei Jin said pointedly, "I just don't know, if I want to marry Li Jie, how much of a bride price do I need to prepare?"

"Hey, you little brat, what are you thinking about all day?"

Even though Ceng Li had gotten used to Wei Jin's glib tongue over the past few days, she couldn't help but spit out a 'phew' upon hearing this.

Wei Jin looked at Ceng Li without saying a word, just watching her quietly, his eyes full of smiles, until Ceng Li fled in a panic.

On the third day, Ceng Li brought news that the Beijing Evening News could serialize the novel. If Wei Jin wanted to submit the manuscript, after the review passed, it would currently be paid at 50 yuan per thousand words, and after ten installments, it could be adjusted appropriately according to the market response to the novel.

With this channel, Wei Jin began his plan to unearth his first pot of gold.

What book is good to write at this point in time? The answer is martial arts.

In 2003, when the martial arts craze was officially in full swing, following the release of the films Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon and Hero, the martial arts craze had become a consensus for the whole nation. There were hundreds of martial arts dramas approved for production in 2003, so during this period, if Wei Jin wanted to become famous in one battle, following the trend was a good choice.

Thus, Wei Jin began his journey of copying books. As a veteran reader with fifteen years of reading experience in his previous life, there were several novels in his mind that he had read three or four times; these were the only ones he could completely replicate.

And for the first novel he prepared to make a hit with, Wei Jin chose Sword Snow Stride.

Although this book's ranking on the bestseller list for physical books in his previous life was not very high, it was unfortunately one of the few books he could remember clearly that best met the needs of the current era.

As for the other few fantasy novels, they had not yet formed a market trend, and he did not want to be a market pioneer; he just wanted to make money—a truly simple wish.

Ceng Li also didn't speak, just watching from the side as this handsome and somewhat roguish big boy rapidly splashed words onto the paper.

They say that a focused man is the best-looking, and with this already 90-point level of handsomeness, at this moment, Wei Jin was infinitely tall in Ceng Li's heart.

As the pen and ink unfolded, a martial arts world where the pugilistic world and the imperial court, power struggles and martial force were intertwined, was told in detail.

Writing over eight thousand words in one go, Wei Jin shook his wrist; using paper to write was really too strenuous, his super typing speed couldn't be used at all.

There was no help for it; physical serialization in this era was just like this. After relaxing for a bit, he handed the written manuscript to Ceng Li, troubling her to give it to the newspaper editor. Wei Jin let out a long sigh of relief and lay on the hospital bed, closing his eyes to rest.

Ceng Li took the fresh manuscript and began reading it on her own. Once she started, she was deeply attracted, but the eight thousand words were only an opening, leaving her hanging and feeling very uncomfortable. She opened her mouth but still didn't say anything.

In the afternoon, Ceng Li took the time to hand the manuscript to her childhood friend—Lin Xue.

Lin Xue replied that the review could be completed as early as today, and if things went smoothly, it could be in the paper the day after tomorrow. She told him to keep writing so he wouldn't run out of manuscript later, and Ceng Li could only agree on his behalf.

Back at the hospital, after Ceng Li left, Wei Jin was also thinking about his next plan.

If the novel serialization went smoothly, at 4,000 words per day, that's 200 yuan a day. If there were increases later, it could reach about 1,000 yuan at most. That is to say, without being published as a book, this novel could bring Wei Jin about 70,000 to 360,000 within a year.

Thinking about it this way, Wei Jin immediately felt that he must take the publishing route. If he published a few million copies within a year, the copyright income could be one or two million, which was basically enough for him to use a small capital to win a larger one.

That's right, Wei Jin had already planned to bet on the European Championship a year later. He was not a hardcore football fan; he just watched the excitement, and he couldn't remember the outcomes of many matches.

But only for 2004, he had heard this legend countless times: the Greek team won 6 matches and was crowned champion. This was a match he would bet big on; if he won, he'd be living the high life, and if he lost, he'd just continue typing.

Before dinner, Wei Xingbang received a phone call, and his face looked rather ugly when he returned.

Wei Jin couldn't help but ask curiously: "Dad, did something happen?"

"I got a call; your uncle was taking a bath alone at home and fell in the bathroom. Fortunately, he made a self-rescue call and has already been sent to the hospital, but there's no one to take care of him now. I have to go back and check on him. I'll find a caregiver to look after you for a few days, and I'll come back to take care of you after I'm done."

"It's fine, you go back and take care of Uncle first. I've been much better these past few days and can take care of myself; don't worry."

There was nothing to take care of in the hospital all day anyway, so Wei Jin answered without any pressure.

His uncle was his father's own older brother; an elder brother is like a father, and because his uncle had suffered in the special era and had no children, he treated Wei Jin as his own. Wei Xingbang should indeed go back to take care of him.

Wei Xingbang still wanted to arrange a caregiver and was just about to say something.

"How about I take care of him?"

Li Jie's voice rang out at the perfect moment, like music to the ears.

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