"Li Dong is back."

"Really."

"No, what are you doing?"

Li Dong was stunned. Why are you here to do? Let me tell you, I am serious, with weird eyes, what do you want to do.

"Comrade Judge, please say a few words."

"Student Li Dong, okay, I'm hiding it from everyone, I've become a great writer."

Good guy, Li Dong suddenly understood, it was spread too quickly. "It's nothing, I wrote some articles."

"Member of the Chinese Writers Association, this is nothing, it's too modest."

"I like Red Sorghum very much. Li Dong wrote it very well."

"It's OK, it's OK."

"What is this for?"

Xiao Geng walked in with a smile. The scene became happier and happier as he watched it. After many years, the students were full of vitality had not seen it.

"Mr. Xiao Geng."

"It was Li Dong who caused it. Tell me, what's going on?"

Xiao Geng smiled as he saw Li Dong being surrounded by the center.

"nothing."

"nothing?"

"Mr. Xiao Geng, you don't know that Li Dong has become a member of the Chinese Writers Association and has just become a judge in the essay competition." The classmate next to him said with a smile. "I didn't expect that Li Dong is still a wealthy family. Don't cheat me hard."

"No, I didn't mean to hide it from everyone. If you don't ask, I'm embarrassed to say it."

"China Writers Association?"

Mr. Xiao Geng was a little surprised. "Good guy, this is the treatment of a great writer."

"That's not, Red Sorghum sold million copies."

However, the manuscript fee is low these days. It is possible to have dozens of dollars for a prose, or even hundreds of dollars for a novel. Don’t underestimate the hundreds of dollars. Generally, professors only work more than one hundred dollars per month, and first-level professors are just over three hundred academicians now.

Now the school committee member is probably worth a novel in one month. Besides, the publishing house sells it well and has money to get it. It is possible that Li Dong’s popular books are generally worth thousands of yuan. Of course, these people don’t know that Li Dong’s contract signed is different.

There are millions of books, at least 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, which is absolutely scary. Ordinary workers are good for 30,000 yuan per month, and some temporary workers cost more than 10,000 yuan per month. Now, the households of 10,000 yuan are definitely rich people with a reputation.

Especially by writing articles, the money earned by such elegant things is not the same as self-employed people who rely on illegal means to make money. Nowadays, people's ideas and concepts are still more conservative.

Manuscript fees are definitely a high-end noun. Everyone is born with a kind of heartfelt respect for writers. At this time, the writer is still a real writer, especially the Chinese Writers Association, which is almost the best.

"Is the red sorghum written by Li Dong?"

Mr. Xiao Geng really didn't expect that he had read this book, although some of the views were broken and some controversial, but the article was a good article, but he didn't expect it to be his own student. "Good boy, you and me are surprised one by one."

"Write whatever you want."

“It’s not a good thing to be too humble.”

Li Dongxin said, "It's not that modest, I'm a little bit guilty, so I can still accept praise for my handsomeness, but I'm a little bit guilty about praise for my articles, especially Mr. Xiao Geng, such a scholar."

"hey-hey."

"Okay, class is coming. After class, you can find Li Dong to sign and discuss the novel."

After taking Mr. Geng’s class, Li Dong left the classroom with a burst of congratulations and headed straight to the cafeteria. “Brother Li, hurry up.”

"It's Li Dong."

There were still a few people watching the essay contest in the cafeteria. When they saw Li Dong coming over, they greeted him.

"Who?"

"You don't know Li Dong, the top scorer this year."

"It's him."

The highest score in the country is to Nanjing University, which has become a news. After all, Nanjing University is not the top school. Generally, the top scorer is mainly to choose Tsinghua University and Peking University. This is a convention. It is rare that Nanjing University can not promote it if it misses a net.

What Li Dong was worried about didn't happen. No one asked him to sign his own autograph, no one asked him to take a photo, and of course few people now have cameras.

"Cousin."

Halfway through lunch, Hu Lixin jumped out. This girl is a fox. Her nose is so sharp that she can find her everywhere. "Senior sister."

"Sorry, I had class in the morning and couldn't pass."

"What are the senior sisters talking about?"

Being a judge is no big deal. After lunch, Li Dong and the two made an appointment to go to the store to help tomorrow weekend.

On the way back to Sanyuanwu, Tao Yunfei came in with a scream at the Sanyuanwu dormitory.

"What's wrong?"

"You don't know yet, do you?"

Lu Kang and Quantian were a little confused, what happened? After a sudden surprise, Lu Kang and Quantian had no choice but to put down the book. This guy's personality was too beating.

"Li Dong, I actually went to an essay competition."

"Oh, really, didn't you say you wouldn't participate?"

Lu Kang was a little confused. "Why did you hide it from us?"

"No, not participating in the competition, being a judge."

When Tao Yunfei first heard about it, he couldn't believe it. How could this be possible? But what the Chinese student said was a slight and eye-catching person. When he asked, he found out, he not only the judges, but also some information from Li Dong.

"He wrote a member of the Chinese Writers Association, Red Sorghum, a generation of people."

"I'll go, Brother Li is so awesome."

"No, Brother Li must ask for a soda."

"This must be."

Li Dong returned to the dormitory and found that several people had strange eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Brother Li, are you hiding something from us?"

"Nothing."

Well, Li Dong probably knew it when he saw his posture.

"Have you heard about it?"

"It's actually nothing."

At this moment, Tao Yunfei and others thought that they had thought that Li Dong was from the countryside and was poorer, so everyone helped him more. They never thought that Li Dong was actually a great writer, and he must have earned a lot of money, maybe a few hundred and three thousand yuan.

What money is this guy short of? Sure enough, Li Dong said he would invite everyone to eat wontons and drink soda, and they all didn't hesitate to be polite.

Each person costs 30 cents, and Li Dong invited a few children in the dormitory to have a supper.

“It tastes really good.”

"It's a pity that there is no cafeteria, so the price here is still a little higher."

A meal costs 30 cents, which is still a bit high for students, especially at night, where the cafeteria can be filled with five cents, six cents, and the maximum 8 cents, one cent.

In the afternoon, the identity of writer Li Dong's author was completely spread. Many readers who like Red Sorghum or don't like Red Sorghum found Li Dong. It's okay to like it, although it's a little admiration, which makes Li Dong a little elated.

But compared to readers who don’t like red sorghum, this is a good idea. Li Dong was blocked just after class in the afternoon, and he criticized Li Dong for some of the wrong views of red sorghum with various opinions. Fortunately, it is not the case that he would have been done in the past few years.

Bai Luyuan's three views are even more problematic. Li Dong is now afraid and doesn't know whether he should publish it in advance. If he doesn't have to try changing to the ordinary world, this three views are much better than Bai Luyuan.

"It's hard."

"Li Dong has a phone call to you."

"Telephone?"

Could it be that Huang Shengnan answered the phone? Li Dong was a little surprised. "Xiaojuan."

“Dada.”

"Uncle Dong."

"Dongzi."

"Brother Dong."

“….”

Good guy, this is the phone call from Hanzhuang. Li Dong is happy, it can be done for a long distance.

"Stop calling, I'll say a few words to Dongzi, this phone number is too expensive."

Han Fu took the phone. "Dongzi, I will tell you that the phone has been connected and it costs more than 12,000 yuan. The account is settled by your Guobing uncle, and I will take it to you."

"Also, you talk about the store. There is a car going to Nanjing tomorrow. I asked someone to bring you some carry baskets. By the way, you have handed over all the public grains and other things in your family, and there are still more than 200 kilograms of rice left." Finally, Xiaojuan said a few words.
To be continued...