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Zhao Yuanle's face was very tangled.

"Yes, yes, but... are you really serious about your price?"

Chen Moying smiled and asked, "Do you think I'm coaxing you?"

Zhao Yuanle still couldn't believe it, and stared at Chen Moying in confusion.

"I think it is necessary for me to tell you about the value of one hundred silver dollars.

Is it because you have never been short of money since you were a child, and you don’t have to worry about food, clothing, and daily life, so you don’t know the current prices?

You have to know that ten silver dollars can buy a good paddy field, and an ordinary pig only needs a few silver dollars.

Let me tell you a story, one month, one hundred? "

Chen Moying: "Although I am not short of money, I still know the basic prices, so you don't have to worry that I will charge you random prices without knowing the situation.

Moreover, my grandparents' family was really rich. "

Listening to Chen Moying's words, Zhao Yuanle frowned and remained silent for a while. Finally, she looked at Chen Moying with a solemn expression, narrowed her eyes, and asked a question.

"Are you... are you planning on me?"

Chen Moying, who was drinking tea, stopped the raised cup by her mouth, and did not put it into her mouth for a long time.

He looked at Zhao Yuanle, and his expression became complicated.

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but patted his head.

"Otherwise, why would you charge me such a high price? Even if your grandparents had money, why didn't you keep it for yourself instead of giving it to me?

I haven't told the story yet, so you are sure to make an offer and pay directly? "

The smile on Chen Moying's face slowly faded. He took a sip of the tea in his mouth, put down the cup, and sighed softly.

"Actually, I always thought that my friendship with you was very simple."

Zhao Yuanle: "I think so too, but you..."

Chen Moying: "Originally, I thought that Ms. Zhao has a lot to do, and this is money from my maternal ancestor's family, so I can take this opportunity to help Ms. Zhao.

That being the case... In order to prevent Ms. Zhao from thinking that I have plans for you, I will change the price.

Referring to the price of an article in Beidu newspapers and periodicals, and considering that Ms. Zhao is only providing a story and not writing it herself, then five silver dollars per issue. "

The person who was listening to Chen Moying's words seriously lost his composure for a moment.

Zhao Yuanle thought that his current expression was probably a little flustered.

"No, eh, this, I didn't mean that, one hundred is indeed too much, you can have less, but what about this price...Is it, is it too much?"

Chen Moying laughed lightly.

"Really? But I think this price is quite a lot. I still have some understanding of the price situation."

Now Zhao Yuanle can't wait to give his barabara mouth a bite.

She looked at Chen Moying with a little excitement.

"Actually, I think the friendship between the two of us is very simple.

How can someone like Mr. Chen have other thoughts? I really can think wildly.

I think, a hundred silver dollars is nothing, as long as you are willing to give it, and it is not stolen, I have no reason not to accept it.

I……"

Chen Moying interrupted Zhao Yuanle's words.

"Okay, it's just this price. If you don't think it's suitable, then forget it. I don't have the heart to embarrass you. This is what you want and what I want."

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

Her expression couldn't hold back anymore, she looked like she was about to cry out of regret.

When she spoke again when she was sad, her voice trembled a little.

"Really, five?"

Chen Moying nodded with a smile.

"Well, five."

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

Suddenly, her heart surged

There was a deep sadness, his eyes were lost, and his face was full of regret.

If she had known, she wouldn't have talked too much!

If she had known earlier, she wouldn't be so confident!

She thought that Chen Moying would just say a bunch of things to make her feel at ease with the money, but who knew...he chopped 95 with one knife!

Chen Moying lowered her head slightly, took another sip from her teacup, lowered the lower half of her face, and flashed a sneaky smile.

Zhao Yuanle, who had been silent for a while, was still twitching.

Chen Moying drank tea calmly, and softly comforted Zhao Yuanle: "I'm not in a hurry to tell the story after I'm not sad."

Zhao Yuanle gritted his teeth.

"I'm not sad!"

Chen Moying: "Oh?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Yes!"

Chen Moying picked up the pen and smiled.

"Then let's tell the story."

Zhao Yuanle took a deep breath. She wanted to talk about such a refreshing novel as The Legend of the Condor Heroes, but now, she wanted to talk about such a tragedy as the book and sword.

"Since we want to promote new ideas, we can set up a virtual enemy and opponent in the story, and then integrate this enemy with the characteristics of Westerners, and then connect some of the current technologies of Westerners to arouse people's vigilance."

Chen Moying's expression paused.

"Didn't you say before that you should write stories about ordinary people's various adventures and then create a successful life?"

Zhao Yuanle's face was sad: "In front of the enemy, why are you talking about personal success?"

Chen Moying was silent for a while.

After the silence, he put down his pen and couldn't help laughing out loud: "Why don't I double it for you, how about ten silver dollars? Now that the newspaper is just starting, it's better not to have a story with too much metaphorical connotation. Let's start with a story you told earlier. Bar."

Zhao Yuanle's sadness was a little less.

After thinking about it, she began to tell Chen Moying the story of The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

Chen Moying listened carefully, but he also had doubts.

"This internal martial arts strength should be fake, right?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Of course it's fake, no matter how long you practice, you can't stop a bullet."

Chen Moying nodded.

In the first issue, Zhao Yuanle first talked about the era setting and martial arts setting of this story, and then talked about the appearance of the male protagonist.

Chen Moying has her own views on the setting of the times.

"Although this story is not the name of the dynasty in the official history, it can also be found in the official history.

In fact, now, there are much fewer restrictions on literary works. For example, it is basically impossible for Taizu's writing to be imprisoned at that time.

I think that this story can try to be arranged in the time of official history, so that there should be more interested people. "

Zhao Yuanle paused, and quickly nodded.

"You know better about it, you have the final say."

She is an outsider, so let's listen to the natives here.

Chen Moying looked at what she remembered, sorted it out in her mind, and then expressed her opinion.

"The setting of the story is good, especially things like martial arts and sects, which can be combined with that period of history, the response should be good.

So, what is the pseudonym? "

He looked at Zhao Yuanle.

Zhao Yuanle was taken aback.

The pseudonym thing...

Since she used someone else's story...

"Jin Yong."

she opened her mouth.

Chen Moying hummed, but seemed a little confused.

Zhao Yuanle repeated it again.

"Jin Yong, the gold of gold, the mediocrity of vulgarity."

Chen Moying repeated the name again, and couldn't help savoring it.

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small theater:

Chen Moying: I have no plans for you.

Zhao Yuanle: Then don't cut 95...

Yi Li (heh): This is the price of Puxin.

Wang Xianzhi (raise hand): Second!

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"Brother Shen!"

"Ok!"

Shen Changqing was walking on the road, and when he met someone he knew, he would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who.

Everyone's face has no superfluous expressions, as if they are very indifferent to everything.

In this regard.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Ministry of Suppression, it is an organization that maintains the stability of Daqin. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone had a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The town magic department is very big.

Those who can stay in the Town Demon Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two occupations, one is the guardian envoy and the other is the demon slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts from the lowest level of demon slayer.

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Then he was promoted step by step, and finally he was expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-ranked slayer.

Has the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Town Demon Division.

It didn't take too long, Shen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.

Different from other places full of chills in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different tranquility in the bloody Suppression Demon Division.

At this time, the door to the attic was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.

Enter the attic.

Circumstances have changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood rushed towards his face, causing his brows to instinctively wrinkle, but then quickly stretched.

There is almost no way to clean the bloody smell on everyone in the Zhen Mosi.

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