Early in the morning, Guan Yin finished a fight and took a shower. It was only 7 o'clock, so he was going to revise the novel first.

It has been two days, and the newspaper should have a reply, right? It was said that it would give a preliminary review within three days. It has been the fourth day and there should be a result.

Shaking my head, no matter that much, I don’t rush to use money now.

The Haiqing Society has almost counted the income. After leaving out the online deductions, personal income tax, and copyright tax, the income has exceeded 10 million. Bei Guanhai is very straightforward, 20% of it has been paid to Guan Yin card. According to estimates, Guan Yin has also paid an additional 300,000 yuan. This 300,000 yuan is basically the expenses incurred in online forwarding and using copyrights.

There is also a sum of money, not much, 200,000 to 300,000. "Etiquette Talk" and "I'm Wrong" will not be generated after uploading it to several vocal platforms.

This vocal music platform in time and space is actually a music listening platform of the original temporal and space, but it must be more formal and rigorous. After listening three times, you must download it before you can listen, and the download will incur a fee.

The album that Zhao Ziqing has prepared in great detail these days is this way of release. The record era has passed, and now it is the Internet era. After an album is released on major platforms, the amount of download and paid income is the album's release.

Pirated version?

What does not exist will only be rampant in underdeveloped countries, such as those in the Third World. For this reason, the Midi sent many troops. According to statistics from the Imperial Copyright Office at the end of last year, the value of the Empire's loss of piracy alone exceeded 100 billion last year.

Due to the hostility of the Japanese and Koreans towards the empire, they did not dare to develop piracy to destroy the revival of imperial culture. It was something you didn't discuss. There was a UN Charter collectively decided by the five major gangsters, which strictly stipulated a blow to such things that harm others and do not benefit themselves. In the first half of last year, the third brother wanted to challenge the interests of the five major gangsters and made a hole in the piracy culture. The Mi Emperor did not say a word and asked the empire to discuss it, and almost hit his home.

In this time and space, there are still five gangsters. However, the Coke is the shame of the Five Constant Constant Gallic Chicken has been very popular in the past two years. Newly rising countries such as India and Ba are staring at that position all day long, ready to pull the Gallic Chicken off the horse and get on their own.

Add seats?

Do you think this matter is discussed?

A few years ago, Japan was jumping around to win over a group of emerging countries and trying to form another agency outside the United Nations to confront the five major gangsters. It is not polite, but it can be said that it is not polite. The army of the Imperial Ryukyu War Zone went north, and the Midi Navy and Air Force rushed over, almost scaring the grandson and did not dare to mention this matter again.

As for the fact that Midi wanted to cheat the Empire on pirated copies, the rich people in China could turn the tables on. If a market of 3 billion people was retaliated, who would suffer?

With this money on hand, Guan Yin felt like he was dreaming. He had never been so rich in two time and space. In the past, he had just pieced together the 700,000 yuan he bought a house to cooperate with others. Now, with more than 2 million yuan in his huge sums, Guan Yin felt much more at ease.

When I turned on the computer, I was a little hungry, so Guan Yin decided to make breakfast first.

He doesn't know how to eat Western food, nor does he likes buns, tofu brain, or millet porridge, which he can make by himself.

"Eat buns for lunch!" Guan Yin made a decision and immediately started kneading the noodles. He cooked millet porridge on the gas stove. The authentic millet in northern Shaanxi was floating on the porridge. It was so nutritious.

After the noodles were prepared, I cut some fresh vegetables and prepared to pickle some pickles. I could finish it in one meal. Then, pour oil into the pan, add some pure milk, and put the cut steamed bun slices in it. The milk fried steamed bun slices are fragrant and sweet. The little cutie likes to eat them.

After a few slices of fried steamed buns were released from the pot, Guan Yin made spicy steamed buns for himself. He didn't like sweets and never had any spicy food when eating. Even if eating spicy food would affect his throat, he couldn't take care of so much. People can't even eat what they like to eat. So why are they still alive?

I made breakfast and it was only a little past eight o'clock. Guan Yin went to ask the little cutie to get up.

The little cutie was angry when she woke up, kicked her feet, protested, rubbed her eyes, turned 360 degrees on the bed, rolling from the edge of the bed to the bottom of the windowsill.

Guan Yin gently patted the cute butt twice and said with a smile: "If you can't get up again, the fried steamed buns will be gone!"

Once?

The little cutie turned around, looked at her father, pouted her mouth, and whispered a few more times, but she just didn't want to leave the bed.

Guan Yin stretched out his hand: "Is it okay to eat something and then continue to sleep?"

"Not good," the little cutie issued an order, "I'll fall asleep again."

That won’t work. It’s too greasy. Eating it while lying down is easy to accumulate food. It’s cute and small, and its gastrointestinal digestive function is not that strong.

Guan Yin had a way and coaxed him: "Dad only has two hands. If you feed your baby a steamed bun, you can't feed the vegetables. The three kinds of vegetables are so delicious."

The little cutie was stunned for a long time and stretched out her little hand: "Then, I'll go to the meal with a hug."

So how can I not hug you? I will pick it up and kiss you, then I will go to the bathroom to wash my face, brush my teeth with children's toothpaste, and then I will hold it to the dining table and sit down, Guan Yin goes to serve breakfast.

"Is it delicious?" Guan Yin asked with a piece of steamed bun and fed it to the little cutie.

The little cutie nodded: "Good times."

This is not the first time to eat it. When Jing Yuefei brought Doudou, she was so strong that she didn't give it to Doudou at all. Only when her father could she eat fragrant meals. The little guy liked it very much. Of course, the activity for her father was also large, otherwise, in these days, the little cutie would have to become a fat girl.

The chopsticks were holding the pickles and slightly dipped them in the bowl. Guan Yin didn't mix the seasonings in the pickles. The little guy couldn't eat too much flavor. He only saw Guan Yin holding the vegetables and rolled them around and waited until the seasonings were almost spread out on the chopsticks before carefully feeding them to the little cutie.

I have to buy a few recipes to study. I have to buy those recipes every day. No matter how much I like to eat, I will get tired of eating. Guan Yinke is reluctant to let the little guy eat well.

When the little guy was full, Guan Yin poured the seasoning into pickles and ate it clean with spicy steamed buns. He let the little guy play on the big bear sofa in the living room. Guan Yin quickly cleaned up his hands and feet, and was about to carry the little guy out for a walk and continue to revise the novel, but he called in.

When he saw that he didn't know him, Guan Yinben didn't plan to answer. He suddenly realized that maybe it was a call from the newspaper. He was excited. In essence, this guy was still a fake literary youth and was quite concerned about publishing things.

When I answered the phone, there was a very majestic voice opposite me: "Is it Doudou's father? I am a staff member of Huiwenbao. That book "Gan Shijiumei" is your work, right?"

What is this attitude?

Guan Yin frowned secretly and said, "I wrote it..."

"Change the name!" The other party was very rude, "There are fourteen books in the same period, and the name of this book is the most rustic. After changing the name, we came to our company to discuss the signing matters."

Change the name?

Rustic?

Guan Yin didn't react for a long time. This tone was very familiar. It seemed to be the tone of the original Time and Space Online Editor urging the article. Could it be that this person who also switched to the newspaper office from the online literature circle?

"I think..." Guan Yin wanted to fight for it, after all, the first thing he was optimistic about was this "Huiwenbao".

The other party didn't give him a chance: "Your feelings are not counted, I'll give you half an hour, your name is changed, and the outline is sent. We have to ask for this book in Huiwenbao, and the price is easy to discuss."

This means that if you listen to our words, the price is easy to discuss. If you are disobedient, then you leave.

There are many people who reject "Huiwenbao", but no newcomer can refuse.

But he just met Guan Yin.

A big shop bullies customers?

No more service!

Guan Yin believes that even with his current popularity, it is no problem to find a good newspaper or publishing house. Isn’t it just a little less profit? It doesn’t matter, I have more books!

"If I want to say, I sent the wrong message, do you believe it?" Guan Yin smiled.

The other party was stunned: "What does it mean?"
Chapter completed!