When he got home, Wang Zixu hugged his wife from behind and stuffed a small box into her arms.
“What is this?” His wife turned around and stared at him with bright eyes, but her hands kept groping for the small hard box.
After getting a rough idea, she exclaimed: "Spending money indiscriminately again!"
Wang Zixu lay down on the sofa: "I didn't spend money indiscriminately. Didn't your phone break? I'll buy you a new one."
The wife opened the box and took out the phone from inside. Although she said she was unhappy, she was actually happy in her heart. She is easily satisfied and pleased, but her inner burden is heavy. It seemed to her as if outright joy were immoral.
Sometimes her character is very disappointing, but she is indeed a good woman.
“Do you like it?” Wang Zixu asked.
“I like it.” The wife nodded.
Wang Zixu looked at his wife’s smooth neck, his fingers clumsily operating the phone, her hair hanging down to her temples, her ears turning pink with excitement... Zizixu suddenly stooped.
The wife asked: "What's wrong?"
The prince waved his hand: "Nothing, just transfer the data. If you don't know how, I will help you."
The wife said: "I can."
Wang Zixu knelt down again.
Stomach pain.
His wife happily thought that he bought this gift with "author fees", but Wang Zixu knew that these were all based on deception. The source of his "fee" is neither decent nor honorable.
Although Zuo Ziliang's "libido" theory convinced him - at least on the surface - he still knew in his heart that no matter how literary he raised the level of what they did, its essence was still no different from that of the old bachelor.
He used his skills in writing to control their emotions, and used writing to disguise "teasing" into something decent. If the wife knew how the money came from, she might be so angry that she would want to divorce him.
What’s even more frightening is that Wang Zixu clearly knows that this is disgraceful, but he is still addicted to this feeling.
Because of this, he felt guilty, so guilty that his stomach twitched violently.
The wife finally discovered something was wrong with Wang Zixu, stretched out her hand to lift him up, and rubbed his belly:
"What's wrong? Did you get a stomachache from eating outside?"
Wang Zixu shook his head: "It will be fine in a while."
His wife used her white and soft hands to rub his belly, and suddenly she came up and lightly pressed her lips on his cheek.
A passage flashed through Wang Zixu's mind like lightning - "Your pink lips have the taste of mint. I can taste it, but I don't know how I feel in your heart." - This is a sentence in the script he wrote.
"Don't work too hard. You can earn money slowly. If your body breaks down, all your hard work will be in vain." His wife leaned next to him and said, "I see that you stay up late every day writing, and your hair has turned several gray."< /p>
Wang Zixu shook his head: "It's okay."
His wife asked: "How much have you earned in royalties now?"
Wang Zixu said: "Three thousand and five."
His wife called up the calculator on her phone: "Your three thousand and five, plus my salary this month, plus deposits... We have already saved 102,000 yuan. The deposit has exceeded 6 figures!"
Wang Zixu smiled bitterly, and his wife turned around and asked him: "Why are you unhappy?"
“I’m very happy.”
“You’d better be happy,” said my wife, “You have to be happy these three months.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m planning to get pregnant.”
After the wife finished speaking, her face turned red.
But Wang Zixu felt a chill on his back.
“Didn’t you say that you should save 200,000 yuan before preparing for pregnancy?”
The wife shook her head: “We are saving too slowly. You are getting older, and the quality of your sperm will gradually decline. No matter how much you save, you will be better off. After the first test tube, everything was gone. Moreover, I want to give birth before the age of 28. They said that the earlier I give birth, the faster my body will recover.”
Wang Zixu thinks his wife’s worries are unfounded. He is more confident in his sperm than in his writing ability.
He said: "We don't have enough money to buy a car. We still have pregnancy tests, supplements, vaccines, confinement centers... there are a lot of money waiting to be spent."
His wife pressed his hand and said: "It is very convenient to hail a car online now, so there is no need to buy a car for the time being. Pregnancy tests are covered by medical insurance, and I only buy supplements. I don't eat swallows." The nest and sea cucumbers are only about one or two thousand a month. You still have the royalties, three thousand a month, which should be just right until the time of the birth."
Wang Zixu understood that the reason why his wife, a cautious person, suddenly mustered up the courage to prepare for pregnancy, was all because of his "three thousand a month" royalties.
But this royalties data is actually watery. And it's huge. He wanted to prove himself to his wife so much in exchange for more uninterrupted writing time that he slightly exaggerated his royalties.
In fact, his income is not stable enough to reach 3,000 a month, nor can it last until she gives birth. He always felt that the job Zuo Ziliang gave him was a day job, and he should forget about it after making a small amount of money.
But the bullshit has been blown out, and it has caused serious consequences. It caused a slight deviation in the wife's cognition, and it was this slight deviation that allowed her to make the decision to prepare for pregnancy. The bullet fired by Wang Zixu a month ago hit him right between the eyebrows.
The wife said: "Don't smoke or drink for these three months, and stay in a good mood every day, so that your sperm quality will be good. Especially don't smoke, do you hear me?"
He could only nod. You can't just say now that you don't have that much royalties, right?
… …
The princess asked who called you, and he said, the chief screenwriter of our company. The princess said wow, isn’t that a cultural person? Mr. Zuo, when will you bring him here so that we can experience the cultural influence? Zuo Ziliang smiled and said, "Isn't it enough for you to have my influence?" Then go out and answer the phone.
On the phone, the prince hesitated for a long time before Zuo Ziliang understood that he wanted to ask if he could increase production capacity from writing one script in two days to two in a day.
Zuo Ziliang was overjoyed after hearing this and said, as long as you can write it, I will not stop you from writing 10 articles a day. In this way, if you can really write two articles a day, I will accept your manuscript at a price of 300 yuan per article.
Wang Zixu was shocked after hearing this, because he felt that Bald’s pricing strategy was too inconsistent with common sense. With trembling lips, I asked him, "Aren't you afraid that the quality of my writing will deteriorate?"
Zuo Ziliang laughed after hearing this and said, So I really don’t understand you people who are engaged in literature. You seem to be living in the last century. I'm afraid your quality will drop? What I want is overall performance! As long as your increased quantity can cover the decreased quality, won't the overall performance improve?
Wang Zixu didn’t know much about business, so Zuo Ziliang simply told him that you can write as much as you want, as long as the quality is not particularly bad, we will accept it.
Wang Zixu lowered his head and settled the accounts in his mind. Two articles a day, which is 60 articles a month. Each article costs 300 yuan. After one month, the manuscript fee will be as high as 18,000 yuan!