Chapter 1709 High Royalties Shocked Everyone

"Let me see."

Song Ying felt strange, so she walked to the door and took the letter from the postman to read it.

"Hey, Sister Ling, it's really our address, but there is indeed no one named Zhou Chen in our courtyard. Could it be that it was sent to the wrong address?"

"Really sent to the wrong address?"

Huang Ling was also curious. It is relatively rare to write a letter with the wrong address.

At this time, Zhou Chen and Zhuang Tunan pushed their bicycles into the alley, followed by Lin Dongzhe and Zhuang Xiaoting who were eating popsicles.

Zhou Chen's eyes lit up when he saw the postman standing at the door.

"Mom, is it a postman?"

Huang Ling nodded, and Song Ying laughed and said, "It's a postman, but I don't know what happened to this person, and he wrote the wrong address."

Zhou Chen asked the postman, "Uncle, is the recipient named Zhou Chen?"

The postman was surprised: "How do you know?"

After confirming that it was his letter, Zhou Chen immediately said, "This letter is sent to me."

"Wait, Tusi, the recipient is Zhou Chen, how can it be sent to you?"

Song Ying was very surprised, and so was Huang Ling.

Zhou Chen explained to them, "Mom, Aunt Song, Zhou Chen is my pen name. I wrote some fairy tales before and submitted them to the "Children's Literature" magazine. This should be their reply to me."

"Submitting to a magazine?"

Zhou Chen's words shocked everyone, including the postman. After all, Zhou Chen was only eleven years old, and he actually wrote his own stories and submitted them to the magazine. It was really unbelievable.

Zhou Chen didn't care about their shock and said to the postman: "Uncle, it's my letter, give it to me."

The postman was just delivering letters. The address and name were right, so he handed the letter to Zhou Chen.

"Little boy, you're so young and you've already written your own story and submitted it. That's amazing."

After saying that, he left. This was just a small episode for him. He still had to work hard next.

Instantly, everyone looked at the letter in Zhou Chen's hand.

Zhuang Xiaoting sticks to Zhou Chen all day long. She knows Zhou Chen's situation best. She asked in surprise: "Brother, has your submission been accepted by "Children's Literature"? Is this a reply?"

Huang Ling pulled a few people into the house and asked: "Xiaoting, what did you say? Do you know about your second brother's submission?"

"Yes, it was my second brother and I who went to mail the letter that day. It was after he took the exam at No. 1 Middle School. My brother had been writing stories and comics before. He sent them to two magazines, one is "Children's Literature" and the other is "Comic Magazine". Second brother, which one is this reply?"

"Children's Literature's reply."

More than a month has passed, and finally there is a reply. The efficiency of this era is indeed frighteningly low. It may also be because the policy has been relaxed. Now there are more people submitting manuscripts, and the manuscript review time is longer, but the reply is a good thing.

Song Ying was very surprised: "Tuxi is so amazing that he actually submitted articles to magazines. Sister Ling, I really can't believe it."

Good grades and submitting articles to magazines are two completely different concepts. In this era, those who can be published in magazines are not ordinary, and they are considered intellectuals in everyone's eyes.

How old is Zhou Chen? He is only eleven years old this year. There are probably not many people in the country who write stories and submit them to magazines at such a young age.

Huang Ling's mind was also a bit confused. She couldn't help asking: "So you wrote and painted at home before, just to write stories and novels for submission?"

Zhou Chen often wrote and painted at home. Of course, she knew it very well, but she never said anything. She just thought it was Zhou Chen's hobby, as long as it didn't affect his studies.

But who would have thought that Zhou Chen would give her such a big surprise.

Seeing Zhou Chen nod, Song Ying cheered in surprise: "Doesn't that mean that I can see your story in the magazine in the future?"

"Not necessarily, this is just a reply. Whether it is a rejection or something else, we will know after reading it."

"Then open it quickly and take a look."

Two adults and three children all stared at the letter in Zhou Chen's hand.

As for Zhou Chen, in fact, when he got the letter, he had already guessed the result. It was much thinner than when he sent it out, and it was obviously not a rejection.

In front of everyone, he quickly tore open the letter and took out the things inside. The first thing he saw was some cash.

"Money? Is this money?"

Lin Dongzhe screamed when he saw the big solidarity, and Song Ying quickly covered his mouth in fear.

"What the hell are you screaming, Lin Dongzhe, shut your mouth."

Although she was scolding Lin Dongzhe, she was actually very shocked, because the stack of banknotes was at least dozens of dollars.

Zhou Chen casually handed the money to Huang Ling, who was so scared that she quickly caught it with both hands. When Zhou Chen saw the two pieces of paper below, he also handed them to Huang Ling.

Huang Ling, who was counting the money foolishly, was stunned when she saw the two pieces of paper Zhou Chen handed over, and her eyes widened.

Song Ying stretched her head over to take a look, and the next moment she covered her mouth.

"This is a bill of exchange? One for 300, two for 600?"

Huang Ling murmured foolishly: "94 yuan, plus two bills of exchange, a total of 694 yuan?"

Song Ying was also dumbfounded. It's not that she had never had so much money before, but the main thing was that this money was actually the money in Zhou Chen's reply letter. Doesn't that mean that this money was sent to Zhou Chen by the magazine?

"Tusi, this money?"

At this time, Zhou Chen had finished reading the reply from Children's Literature, which stated that the four fairy tales he had sent had all been selected and would be published in the next issue of Children's Literature. This 694 was his manuscript fee.

"Mom, don't worry, this is the fairy tale I submitted to the magazine. This is my manuscript fee. They also asked me to write more, hoping that I can submit to them in the future. This money is also because I am a new writer. If I have high-quality stories in the future, the manuscript fee may be increased."

Since last year, Zhou Chen started writing. This time, he submitted four fairy tales to Children's Literature. The longest one is more than a thousand words, and the other three are only a few hundred words. These four fairy tales are the more popular fairy tales he remembered from his experience in various film and television worlds.

These days, there are many restrictions on writing novels, and medium-length novels are also very time-consuming. Without a computer, it is too strenuous to write by hand, so fairy tales are still the most cost-effective. Not only are the stories short in number of words, but the manuscript fee is also much higher than that of novels.

Before submitting children's literature, he had already learned that the fairy tales of children's literature in this era are almost 1,000 words and more than 100 words. The specific number fluctuates depending on the fame of the writer and the degree of excitement of the story, but the review is very strict.

Although the four fairy tales he selected were not bad, he was still very happy that all of them were selected, and the other party gave him nearly 700 yuan in royalties, which shows that the children's literature magazine recognized his fairy tales.

It can be said that this time it was a good start.

This also proved that his choice was right. At this starting stage, with his identity and age, choosing fairy tales and comic stories is more cost-effective than writing novels.

He really didn't care about this little money, but his nonchalant expression was seen by Huang Ling and Song Ying, and they didn't know what to say.

Huang Ling was so excited that she was incoherent: "Tuxi, you, are you serious? This, this money, is it really the royalties you made from your submission? Don't lie to me, I can't stand this kind of stimulation."

Six hundred and ninety-four yuan, this is more than her annual salary, but it is only the royalties for Zhou Chen's submission. Even if she saw it with her own eyes now, she still couldn't believe it and felt like she was dreaming.

Song Ying was also dumbfounded. She worked hard for a year and only earned a few hundred yuan. Zhou Chen earned so much by writing a few stories?

The most unbelievable thing is that Zhou Chen is less than twelve years old. Could it be true that Gan Luo was the prime minister at the age of twelve in ancient times, and now Tuxi can earn money to support his family at the age of twelve?

A correct version can be found in the 1619 book forum!

And what Zhou Chen just said, this is the royalties for new writers, and it may be higher in the future. Is this a joke?

Zhuang Tunan was also dumbfounded. He was still the eldest brother. Although he gradually realized that his younger brother was smarter than him, he never thought that the gap would be so big, so his eyes changed when he looked at Zhou Chen.

As for Lin Dongzhe, he was already calculating.

"Xiaoting, six hundred and ninety-four, you can buy a TV, right? How many cream ice creams do you need to buy?"

Zhuang Xiaoting said unhappily: "Lin Dongzhe, you only know how to eat. This is an honor for my second brother. It's great to see his story in the magazine in the future."

She had read some of the stories written by Zhou Chen and liked them very much. She was Zhou Chen's most loyal reader and admirer, so no matter what kind of performance and achievements Zhou Chen had, she was not surprised, but only felt honored.

"Mom, it's true. Look, this is the reply from the editorial department of the magazine."

Zhou Chen gave the reply to Huang Ling, and then Song Ying and Zhuang Tunan stretched their necks to read it together.

Indeed, as Zhou Chen said, there were many compliments in the letter, which Zhou Chen did not say.

After reading it, Huang Ling still felt it was unreal and dreamy, but she had to believe it, because it was written in black and white.

"My son, earns more than me?"

Countless thoughts flashed through Huang Ling's mind, and the last thought was not that her youngest son had become talented, but that her youngest son earned more money than her, mainly because the money was in her hands, which touched her the most.

Song Ying sighed: "Sister Ling, I said you were destined to enjoy happiness, now you know I was right, look at how capable Tuxi is, he is a literary star descended to earth."

Zhou Chen, who already had a lot of aura, at this moment, in Song Ying's eyes, suddenly stood up very high, looking at Zhou Chen's eyes were shining, and she wished that Zhou Chen could become her son, then she would definitely show off her son to the world.

Unfortunately, she glanced at Lin Dongzhe who was still counting cream ice cream, raised her leg and kicked him on the butt.

"Ah, mom, why did you kick me?"

Lin Dongzhe covered his butt and looked at his mother with a wronged face.

Song Ying was so angry that she kicked him again: "I kicked you, what's wrong, why did I give birth to a monkey like you, if you had half of Tusi, no, one tenth, even one tenth, your father and I would not have to worry about you in this life, when can you give me some face?"

Lin Dongzhe felt very wronged, why was he beaten for good or bad things?

After such a long time of shock, Huang Ling slowly came back to her senses, looking at the money and bills in her hands, she suddenly realized something.

"Song Ying, can you please not spread this matter?"

Song Ying immediately understood what Huang Ling meant and promised: "Sister Ling, don't worry, I will definitely not tell anyone, but can you tell our Wu Feng?"

Huang Ling nodded and said, "Of course I trust Mr. Lin, but please don't tell Chaoying."

"Are you going to hide it from Mr. Zhuang?" Song Ying's face changed.

Huang Ling smiled bitterly and said, "You also know the situation of our family. If Chaoying knew about Tuxi, their family might..."

Although she didn't say it, Song Ying was so smart that she couldn't understand what he meant.

When their family was in such a difficult time before, the old Zhuang family was still sucking blood from their family. Now if they know that Zhou Chen can make money, and can make so much money, they will definitely not let him go and will definitely come to ask for money. Zhuang Chaoying is a confused person, so there will definitely be a lot of trouble at that time.

"Understood, Sister Ling, don't worry, I, Wu Feng, will definitely not tell anyone. If Dongzhe, the stinky boy, dares to go out and talk nonsense, I will beat his ass."

Song Ying stayed for a while, and then took Lin Dongzhe home.

Huang Ling also told her three children: "Tunan, Xiaoting, don't tell Dad about what Tuxitou did, especially that he earned so much money, don't mention it in front of Dad, understand?"

Zhuang Xiaoting nodded without hesitation, but Zhuang Tunan was a little hesitant.

"Mom, is it really okay not to tell Dad?"

Huang Ling sighed and said: "Tunan, you have to understand that this is the money your brother earned. If your father knows, then your father and grandmother will know. At that time, they will have ideas and come to disturb us every day. Do you want to live like that?"

Zhuang Tunan was influenced by Zhuang Chaoying and was somewhat submissive, but he was better than Zhuang Chao in that he knew how to protect his own interests. He would focus on his own interests and then think about subsidizing others. This is still different from Zhuang Chaoying's foolish filial piety.

"Mom, I understand, I will listen to you and not tell Dad about this."

After that, Zhou Chen told Huang Ling that they would go to the post office together tomorrow to exchange the bill for cash, but all this should be done without telling Zhuang Chaoying.

After Zhuang Chaoying returned home, the family of four acted as if nothing had happened, and did not mention it at all, so Zhuang Chaoying did not know that Zhou Chen had made money by submitting articles.

After Lin Wufeng came back, he slept with Song Ying at night, and Song Ying told him that Zhou Chen had submitted articles for magazines, and that he had made nearly seven hundred yuan for the first time.

Even though Lin Wufeng was very optimistic about Zhou Chen, he was still very shocked when he heard this. He was optimistic about Zhou Chen's future, and Zhou Chen was only eleven years old now, but he was already so amazing, which really scared him.

"Song Ying, are you kidding me?"

"Do you think I would joke with you about these things? Six hundred and ninety-four, I saw it clearly, and this was just the first submission. Tuxi, this kid, has an absolutely limitless future."

"Not only is his future limitless, but he is already limitless now."