ꨄChapter 171
In the evening, all the dormitory except Jiang Lili, encouraged by the money, began to create with confidence.
Why don't you just make up a story, if you don't ask for quality, who can't make it up, Xiao Ming picked up a wallet on the way to school, after conflicts between buying snacks and returning it to the owner, he finally decided to hand over the wallet to the police station, from the police station When I came out, I met an old lady who was about to cross the road. After helping her, I felt that the red scarf on my chest was even more colorful!
All of a sudden, the dormitory, which was always noisy, became very quiet. Everyone grabbed their pens and buried their heads in writing, as if returning to the moment when they were sprinting for the college entrance examination in the third year of high school.
It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and it didn't take long before someone couldn't take it anymore, and threw away the pen: "Oh my god, I'm exhausted." "
How much have you written, show me?"
"Wow, why are you so fast ?" , almost filled a page, I thought about it for a long time before I wrote half a page." "
Look at Jiang Lili, I heard her turn the page several times just now."
"That's Writing letters to Brother Qing, can it be the same!"
"Oh, why is it so difficult to write a novel? I have used all the stalks I have used in writing since I was a child, but how can I write so little!" "Do
n't It’s noisy, look at Xiaoyun, how devoted he is to writing!” “
Then let me count how many words I wrote.” Pointing to the manuscript, counting down each word, she shouted in despair, “It’s only five. More than a hundred, I broke my hand from writing, only more than five hundred!"
"Let me do the math, if I can write five hundred words a day, ten days is five thousand, thirty thousand is six five thousand, that is, sixty days , It can be finished in two months!"
"The 200,000 words are 40,500, so wouldn't it take 400 days to write? More than a year, God, why not kill me! "
"Do you think that everyone is like you, who can only write five hundred words a day, ten thousand words a day, three days short, twenty days long, or one month at most, and you can finish writing, Xiaoyun, what do you say? How long is the deadline for this event?"
Xia Xiaoyun: "The deadline for submission of short stories is one month, and the deadline for long stories is three months."
"Three months, so there are 90 days. On average, one day is only more than 2,000 It’s a trivial matter!”
“For three whole months, I have to write more than two thousand words every day, and I can only get five hundred yuan in the end, so I don’t want to do it.” “
Who said there must be only five hundred yuan, in case the writing is good , I won the prize, the first prize is 50,000 yuan! What kind of job do you try to earn 50,000 yuan in three months?"
"Dreams are still necessary, maybe they will come true!
" Go ask Jiang Zhao, if his brain is soaked in water, how could he do such a frenzied thing? Does he think he is shouldering the arduous responsibility of revitalizing the Chinese literary world? Does spending so much money do him any good?
Going to Jiang Zhao was far less exciting than going to Sheng Huaiye. On Saturday morning, Jiang Lili had a good night's sleep before getting up slowly and getting ready to go.
