Chapter 665： Ronin

After some searching, Pei Ziyun did not find any news about these people in the news on the Internet, waited, and then entered the keyword "East writer" in the search engine. ◢ 随 ＊ 梦 ◢ 小 * said Щщшā

Immediately after the entry was displayed, he opened a copy, and after reading for a while, he stopped and murmured: "The unique features of You Xuan Xuan Yan, the mood of drinking wine alone in the late autumn and rainy night is trembling."

"Sure enough, the Shincheon Shogunate is different from the era I know. Naturally, the world changed by this has no people and works that I know."

"But it is not without first-class or super-first authors and works. Think about it, each era has its own talents. How can there be no one who has no works?"

"It is still difficult to dominate the monopoly based on the works in memory. The only thing that can be sustained is digital superposition, but this has the problem of style differences."

Many people are not clear. Those who are familiar with literature are very clear. One's style of writing is actually habitual and characteristic. The more outstanding the author, the more so.

Readers who are familiar with it can see at a glance whose work it is.

"At best, it confuses limited, relatively close styles."

"You can't juxtapose style differences."

"But I don't want to be a copywriter for life. I just want to earn some manuscripts and complement the article with the country. When I disclose it, I will add legendary color. It is not necessary for several major authors to superimpose the work to compete for the first place in the literary world Bit. "

"But even then, I'm only 12 years old now. If I don't want to be shocked, I can't copy articles that must have a clear and profound experience."

"Creativity and writing are all right. Only those young writers who have won awards can be selected. They still have signs of youth. The best is the work of martial arts."

"With that, it is said that Ibuki Koki made his debut when he was fifteen years old, and won the newcomer award for" Samurai under the cherry blossoms ". Although not very strong, it is the most suitable, and he has a deep imitation of the traces in the water field, which is already a little bit The peculiar beauty of samurai's emptiness and sadness portrayed in the fields is fascinating, but his writing and experience are relatively weak. "

"Mizuya is famous for describing the short, medium, and long stories of the Samurai series, but there is no Mizuno in this world. If you push backward, it will make people feel that Yibuki Guangshu is a childish to mature sublimation.

"This is the beginning of the Samurai series, and the word count is not much, it is 3500 words."

"As for the submission object, the fool in Dongying went to submit an online article."

The unit price of Dongying Network's manuscript fee is 0.1 or 0.2 yuan per word, 100 yuan for a thousand words, and 450 yuan for a short story, and a part-time job at a convenience store costs 900 yuan per hour.

This makes it impossible for anyone to submit quality manuscripts to the web.

For the traditional manuscripts, the cost of the manuscript is calculated based on the number of pages. For the average author, a manuscript of 400 characters is almost 5,000 yen. If one article is selected, it will be at least 40,000 yen.

Of course, such high remuneration, editorial review is also very strict, the first, second and third trials are the norm, but for the manuscript, even the lowest-level manuscripts are taken from the elite blood battle in history. If you are afraid of everything else, you are not afraid of auditing.

Thinking of this, Pei Ziyun no longer hesitated and crackled. It was just a transcript. As long as the dictation is lost, the speed of unity of heart and hand can be at least 250 words per minute, only listening to crackling sound, continuous. The handwriting appears on the computer screen.

It is said that the maximum input speed is 500 per minute, which is not necessary.

I went to a busy Yamada Izumi for a while, and then my voice showed anxiety: "Shinichi, are you all right? What are you doing?"

With that said, Yamada Izumi came over, her eyes brightened, and Tsai carefully observed.

After completing the writing, Pei Ziyun clicked to save it. He didn't check for typos. He was full of confidence in himself-if he typed the wrong words, did he practice feeding the dog?

The e-mail was sent to Shiraishi Gakuen Publishing House, but before Yamada Izumi could see anything, Pei Ziyun stood up, grabbed the wooden knife, and shouted, "Mom, I'm going out to find a convenience store."

Before waiting for Yamada Izumi to react, she ran out, and the convenience store was not far away, and when I entered, I heard a voice: "Welcome."

Pei Ziyun ran straight to the photocopying area. In Pei Ziyun's view, Dongying Convenience Store is actually a condensed version of Shanghai's multi-functional mall. It has shopping, dining, daily services, payment of utilities, even insurance, taxes, express delivery, and delivery. Anyone can come.

Printing is very convenient.

But in the photocopying area, Pei Ziyun froze, and he saw a somewhat familiar person-Fukada Otowa.

With a smile, Fukada Otoba kept bowing to the guests: "Hello, guests, welcome. What service do you want?"

With a smile on her face and a bitter heart, she did well, but when her father lost his job temporarily, she went out to work odd jobs.

Part-time job is not hard work, but the worrying atmosphere in her home makes her worry, thinking about it, when she sees a big one coming out, she just says: "I want to print."

"In black and white, ten to ten." Although she was a elementary school student, she was still polite and slightly bowed, but blinked: "Are you Yamada?"

"Shentian Sang, I want to print these, can you help me print them?" Pei Ziyun asked, turning his eyes, and took out the USB flash drive.

"Of course you can." Fukada Otowa was very patient, and it was not troublesome. She skillfully plugged it in, printed it, and noticed the map of Toyo.

"I'm going to travel the whole country. This is my travel plan." Pei Ziyun said.

Suddenly, Fukada Otowa was surprised. This was really unexpected. He said, "Ah, Yamada is so young, he is planning a national tour. It is really amazing."

"It also helped me check the route of the second-hand bookstore, and I plan to go tomorrow."

"Okay, wait a minute," she said, asking casually, "what book did you buy?"

"High school textbook."

Pei Ziyun said: "Although I am preparing to travel all over the country, I don't want to delay homework, so I plan to complete the required courses and some elective courses in advance."

"I'm going to buy these used books for a third of the price."

The middle school includes eight subjects including Mandarin, Society, Mathematics, Science, Music, Fine Arts, Health Sports, Technology and Family. The elective courses are foreign languages.

"That's it!" Fukada Otowa moved with a little embarrassment and said, "So, I'm going to change classes soon. If you're willing to wait for a while, I can give you my textbook for one-fifth the price." . "

"And, if you have it, I can give you tuition." Said, Fukada Otowa is very ashamed. If her father was unemployed and the economy was a bit nervous recently, she wouldn't be like this.

"If it can be done within half an hour." Pei Ziyun said, paid, and consciously took a wooden knife to the magazine area to turn a few pages of magazines. In the convenience store, it is possible to stand and browse the magazines. Wait until you feel embarrassed. For a long time, the station reading culture has become a unique scenic line unique to Japanese convenience stores.

At this moment, a man was passing by.

When he wiped himself with this man, Pei Ziyun suddenly stunned, and the other person probably felt the same, squinting around for a while, and finally saw Pei Ziyun holding a wooden knife.

I don't know what the reason is, this man in his thirties or so, bowed a few words with Pei Ziyun, and introduced himself!

The self-proclaimed "Shidu" man, with short hair and a deep exhaustion between his eyebrows, said, "Oh, you have graduated from an elementary school. Have you decided on the elementary school?"

"Is Milan Private High School? It's a really good school. Are you planning to join any club?"

"Kendo, it's great, it can exercise people's will."

"Well, I still want to travel all over the country and visit the shrines in various places. It's an amazing ambition." Shi Duzhen continued, not caring about the feelings of people around him, and talked about his own affairs.

"I am going to visit a nearby shrine or temple tomorrow. It seems that we have the same interest." Shi Du took out a blue leaflet and gave Pei Ziyun a piece.

The leaflet looked like a shrine. Pei Ziyun didn't have time to take a closer look. Without knowing it, time passed.

"Sorry, I've waited a long time." Fukada Otowa came over and looked at the man with skeptical eyes.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, I don't know why ~ www.novelhall.com ~ I talk to you back to heaven, I feel a lot easier." Shi Du smiled reluctantly and said with a bowed head: "I'm disturbed, I'll Farewell. "

"It's a strange man, Yamada. Don't talk to strangers, especially people who may be homeless." Fukada Otowa is very vigilant. If Pei Ziyun is Luo Li, she will call the police. .

"Even a homeless man, he is a homeless man." Pei Ziyun said with his eyes wide open. In Dongying, homeless people are big collectives. They have delicious lazy people, people who are under pressure, unemployed people, and homeless people.

The so-called prodigal man originally refers to the samurai who separated from the Ji nationality in the Shogunate era-only a former samurai can be called a prodigal man, and the peasant unemployment is not.

Up to now, it refers to people who have received higher education and even used to earn tens of millions of dollars. They have been deported or exiled for various reasons. The difference between them and ordinary homeless people is talent.

"Well, don't be fooled." Fukada Otowa continued to be vigilant. "And the strange words-I'll feel more relaxed talking to you."

"What kind of man can be relaxed by chatting with elementary school graduates?"

Pei Ziyun said, "It is also possible ..."

However, he did not say this, because Fukada Otowa's face was more suspicious, and he suspected that he had been deceived.

At the moment, she silently stopped, followed her out, and exited the brightly-lit convenience store, and headed for the apartment where Fukada Otowa lived.

Under the street lights, Fukada Otowa was still instilling the idea of ​​preventing strangers, and Pei Ziyun nodded again and again to her satisfaction.

The liberated Pei Ziyun looked back at the night.

"This man has a deep, dark breath on him. Strangely, I just arrived and felt carefully for a few days without any supernatural breath."

"Why now, met twice in a row?"