Chapter 63: Small Goal, Fleece 500,000!

No matter how much Lu Siwen begged, Zhai Da indicated that the ending would not be changed.

If Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai had lived happily ever after, could they have been passed down for thousands of years?

If Xu Xian and Bai Niangzi hadn't had disasters and difficulties, and had a thriving snake family, could they have been widely spread?

Only by tricking a little girl into crying like this—the more miserably she cried, the more sense of achievement he felt.

Zhai Da changed the subject: "How is that blog going?"

Lu Siwen turned her head away in a huff, deciding to ignore Zhai Da.

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It took a full two seconds before she stopped being angry at Zhai Da.

"Hmph! Read count... over 40,000, and it’s still rising. According to what you said before, it can earn 4,000 yuan... The staff at Xinglang sent several internal messages..."

Actually, if it weren't for 'The Long Journey of Lu', this would be the most important thing between the two of them these past few days. That short blog post’s data kept climbing, hanging on the front page of the square.

Regardless of how it became popular, were there few things that became popular for no reason?

Who could have guessed it was the effect of that poker photo?

Pushing forward from this, the staff responsible for docking at Xinglang were also very motivated and agreed to the request of "putting the reward mechanism in the contract," but added a clause that it must be a "confidential contract."

For things like throwing money at content, it was best not to let outsiders know, both for the platform and the creator.

Pushing back from this, other bloggers should also have similar agreements with Xinglang, but other bloggers all wrote thousands of words with great emotion and cited classics, which was exhausting to write. Some well-known bloggers even updated once every three months, completely with the attitude of writing a thesis.

And Zhai... just move his fingers.

The contract should be mailed out by the other party today. Since it was already stamped, Zhai Da only needed to sign it and mail back a copy, so it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it took effect immediately.

The contract header was a subsidiary of Xinglang, not the parent company, but it was the same for Zhai Da; as long as it had legal effect, it was fine.

Zhai Da had already prepared a plan to "fleece the sheep." If calculated based on 50,000 reads per blog post, that was 5,000 yuan in income.

Twenty or so words, one photo... the photo could even be repeated. How many of these things could he come up with?

Zhai Da indicated that it wouldn't be excessive for him to post a hundred of them, right?

If estimated optimistically, this item alone could bring in about 500,000 yuan, and the startup capital for his college days would be secure.

Of course, he couldn't post them all at once. There were only so many daily active users on the blog. Posting them all at once wouldn't just look bad, the read count would also be diluted.

In fact, with the continuous updates of the "Bed Explorer" blog, the read count should continue to rise...

He tried his best to take what he needed from Xinglang. He wanted money, Xinglang wanted traffic; it was that simple.

Sometimes life is so wonderful. He wrote the micro-fiction entirely to hook up with Lu Siwen, and won the award to deal with the aftermath.

Now it had actually become a good way to make money...

This easy way of making money was almost like a handout.

Why not take a handout!

Zhai Da and Lu Siwen agreed to meet during lunch break to take a few "poker photos" in various places at school, and then he would concentrate on writing dozens of "short phrase copies," while Lu Siwen would post them at a frequency of once every two days.

In addition, regarding 'The Long Journey of Lu', Lu Siwen asked Zhai Da if he had any thoughts on publishing. Zhai Da temporarily rejected it; it was troublesome to deal with this before the Gaokao, and he hadn't written the second half yet.

Lu Siwen took it to heart. She always felt it was a pity that only the two of them had read 'The Long Journey of Lu'. As a literature lover, she naturally hoped such works could be spread as much as possible.

She had known Zhai Da for quite a while and found that although Zhai Da wasn't interested in "fame," he wasn't repelled by "making money." If he could make money easily, some things he was originally uninterested in could also pique his interest.

So if she wanted to take 'The Long Journey of Lu' further, she still had to start from the perspective of money...

Of course, she didn't think that just because the blog was popular, publishing would definitely have results. These were two completely different groups and fields. You couldn't just post the book online, right?

Then it would be seen by everyone, and who would be willing to pay for it...

She wanted to work toward physical publishing.

Unknowingly, this girl was already thinking about problems from Zhai Da’s perspective. She hoped that he and his words could get better and better.

It was just that suddenly, thinking that she would go abroad after the Gaokao, there was a trace of melancholy in her energetic little head.

These things had to be done quickly, otherwise it would be too late...

Lu Siwen said to herself silently.

During lunch break, Zhai Da and Lu Siwen ran to every corner of the school, taking photos of [Joker Poker] with various things that seemed meaningful but whose meaning was unclear.

For example, weeds on the ground, cracks in tree trunks, plastic tracks, men’s and women’s toilet signs, etc.

The main point was to take photos of whatever came to mind.

Then Zhai Da gave Lu Siwen dozens of "Weak-Minded Bar" copies he had written in his spare time in class.

Lu Siwen looked at another new notebook:

"Some people can't see the future; in fact, they have seen the future."

"They say you are what you eat, so eating bitterness won't make you a superior person; eating people will."

"Mountains are waves with extremely slow geological undulations; wrinkles are ripples produced when time blows across the body."

"Walking in a rainstorm, an umbrella is a boat rowing against the sky."

"When a person realizes he only has one life, his second life begins."

"Caffeine comes from coffee fruit, and caffeine is the fruit, coffee fruit is the cause."

There was a feeling of not knowing why it was awesome, knowing it was even more awesome, and after knowing it, not knowing why it was awesome.

She looked at Zhai Da in shock... Besides literary talent, Zhai actually had philosophical thoughts!!

This girl, who was easily excited by literary talent, seemed to have stars in her eyes.

In the corner of the school playground, the two, who had missed the cafeteria meal time because of taking photos, sat under the horizontal bar.

Not very close, about half a meter apart.

Lu Siwen held Zhai Da’s notebook, while Zhai Da held Lu Siwen’s lunch box.

Today, Lu Siwen brought smoked chicken breast salad. The amount wasn't very large, and it was barely enough for the two of them to pad their stomachs.

He was responsible for eating the smoked chicken breast, and Lu Siwen was responsible for eating the salad.

In fact, from Lu Siwen’s lunch box, one could see that their family was relatively "pro-Western"—sandwiches, salad... At such a young age, she was eating "white people food" in the county town.

No wonder a young lady was sneaking shredded beef in chili oil.

With such a family and good conditions, it was perfectly normal to choose to go abroad.

He didn't know how long their cooperative relationship could last.

Zhai Da clapped his hands: "Post one every other day, just text plus photos. It shouldn't take up too much of your time."

Lu Siwen nodded: "I will! And the contract, I’ll have them mail it directly to your house. Give me an address."

Zhai Da still had a conscience; he left a piece of chicken breast in the lunch box and handed it to Lu Siwen.

Lu Siwen took the lunch box that only had vegetable leaves left and ate absentmindedly with her little fork.

By the way, Zhai Da didn't use a fork just now; it was too ambiguous.

He chose to use his hands directly.

Lu Siwen suddenly said: "Zhai, do you think one day, I can write words as good as yours?"

Zhai Da thought for a while and said:

"Writing is something that depends most on talent, then accumulation, and finally technique. Wanting to write good things is actually quite difficult. Our country has such a high literacy rate, and we haven't seen an explosive appearance of writers."

He thought of the two "notebook-type equipment" he had recently acquired. Whether it was Lu Wei or his grandfather, they both had corresponding talents recognized by the system.

And relatively speaking, Lu Siwen’s Tiffany blue notebook was just a notebook.

Even if the other party wrote very carefully and seriously.

Did this mean that Lu Siwen actually didn't have outstanding talent in writing?

"If you read more, write more, and study more, you’ll eventually have a chance. What books do you usually read?"

"I read a little bit of everything."

"Recently?"

"Yu Hua..."

"Don't read Yu Hua, read Shi Tiesheng. Compared to scar literature, Shi Tiesheng’s words have more vitality and are better. By the way, absolutely, absolutely don't read Mo Sang’s books."

"Why?"

"Too dirty."