Chapter 47

After receiving Xianmi Xiancai, there was only five minutes left. Gu Zheng still improved the quality of 80 eggs. Compared with the previous day, his Xianli was improved again.

Eighty eggs are just enough to eat for several days.

The next day, at dawn, Gu Zheng got out of bed. He had few eggs promoted yesterday, which did not exhaust his immortal power, nor did he feel tired, which made his spirit better today. After washing, Gu Zheng hummed a tune and came to the kitchen, fried two fried eggs in succession, sat leisurely at the table and began to enjoy his breakfast.

At the end of the test, Qi Ling's restriction that he can only eat one fried egg every day also disappeared. This time, he can finally eat enough according to his will.

"It's really delicious!"

Gu Zheng ate eight fried eggs in one breath, and ate one after frying. He ate eight in a row. Now he feels that his mouth is full of the fragrance of fried eggs, and he doesn't even want to open his mouth for fear that these fragrance will leak.

Eight fried eggs finally made Gu Zheng have a good time. He was directly satisfied.

"It's still such a comfortable leisurely day!"

Having had enough to eat and drink, Gu Zheng comfortably lay on the sofa and worked hard for half a month. He finally rewarded himself. Suddenly he became so idle, which made him not used to it.

"No dispute, I haven't seen you for half a month. What have you been busy lately?"

Lying down, mu mu, the editor in chief of the food channel, suddenly sent a wechat message. Mu Mu didn't know that the "ancient master" who made fried eggs was the indisputable result of their website cooperation.

There was a comment about the fish that loved cats before, saying that if the fried eggs were not delicious, they would go to "indisputable" trouble, but Mu Mu always thought that Gu Zheng had eaten them there. After all, Shu Yu's shop was first introduced by Gu Zheng, and it was not clear that Gu Zheng was the person who made the fried eggs.

As for the fish that likes to eat cats, Gu Zheng has already bought it off and asked him not to reveal his identity.

"I'm not busy. I've been at home recently!"

Gu Zheng turned out his mobile phone and said back. He was lying on the sofa in the living room. The curtains were opened. The outside sun sprinkled on him. He was bathed in the sun and felt warm. He had just eaten the most delicious fried egg. This feeling was not to mention how comfortable it was.

"You won't have been in the house for half a month and haven't done anything. I haven't seen you write a manuscript recently. The small shop you introduced last time is good, especially their fried eggs. I hope you can dig more such delicious food. In the future, I will apply to increase the manuscript fee for you!"

Mumu's reply was sent soon. Mumu is here to urge the draft. Gu is lazy. For website cooperative food critics like him, editors usually urge the draft.

"OK, wood weaving has been ordered. Dare not obey!"

Gu Zheng sent news in the past. In fact, he wanted to say that he was not idle at all in the past half month, and he was more tired than before. It was his most tired half month, but he thought it would reveal his identity, so he gave up.

Mu Mu thinks he has been lazy, so let her. Anyway, he hasn't been lazy. Gu Zheng has been lazy a lot. Once he didn't write a manuscript for a month and was scolded by Mu Mu for two days.

"Don't just talk. Three days, three days at most. I want to see your new manuscript. It's best to have special delicious food. I'll certainly add the manuscript fee to you at that time. If I can't see your manuscript, I'll apply up and reduce your manuscript fee!"

Mu Mu was not fooled by Gu Zheng. He directly limited his days and gave him a reward and punishment measure to encourage him.

"No, I'll write. I'm sure to write. Why should I lower the royalties? It hurts the harmony!"

Gu Zheng hurriedly replied that the relationship between food critics like them and the website is actually cooperation. They are not the editors of the website. If no one cares, they have no task, but they usually hand in several manuscripts every month.

Gu Zheng's comments are unique, never against his heart, and there are many loyal readers, so his contribution fee is above the middle level on the website. Each word is one yuan and twenty cents before tax. Usually, a manuscript is less than seven or eight white words, and more than 1560. With pictures, Gu Zheng can earn an income of between 1000 and 2000 when he writes an evaluation draft.

His standard of royalties is not low. Many new people on the website pay fifty cents or sixty cents a word. He is more than twice as much as others. Only those old experts who have been in the industry for a long time are higher than him. Now Mumu has to add to him, which means that his income standard is completely separated from the ranks of new people.

"Reducing the manuscript fee will hurt the harmony, and it will hurt the harmony even more if there is no manuscript. I don't care. I'll give you three days. In three days, you must give me a high-quality manuscript, otherwise reduce the manuscript fee!!"

After Mumu replied, he stopped arguing with Li Gu. If someone else had such a high standard of remuneration, he would have written every day, and even wanted to write one article a day to make more money. Gu Zheng was good. He didn't care about making money at all, and had to urge himself many times.

If Gu Zheng didn't write really well and have a unique style, Mu Mu really didn't want to take care of him. Unfortunately, Gu Zheng, an only child who never wrote against his heart, dared to say anything and was not afraid of anything when he made a comment. Sometimes he was really indispensable.

"This wood!"

Gu Zheng had no choice but to leave his mobile phone. In fact, he didn't care how much the manuscript fee was. He was not short of money. If he was short of money, he asked his father for it. If he didn't say much, it was absolutely no problem to ask for one or two million each time. Or he could just be a cook himself, which was much more than writing a manuscript.

Even if he only sells fried eggs, he makes more money a day than he does in a month.

But food review is his job and his favorite job after all. He doesn't want to give up. If he doesn't want to give up, he should maintain the relationship between websites.

Moreover, the level of royalties directly affects a person's industry status. Gu Zheng's royalties can be separated from the new standard, which is also a recognition and affirmation for him.

"It seems that you can't be lazy. Go out for a walk!"

Gu Zheng sat up from the sofa. The warm sunshine is really missed. It's a pity that the editor urged the manuscript. It's not too late to lie down after completing the editing task and handing in the manuscript.

When going out, Gu Zheng took the 40000 yuan with him. Since he was going out, he stopped by Shu Yu and tied the share to her.

"Remind me, a total of 1400 fried eggs have been sold these days, with a total income of 123200 yuan, and Shu Yu's share has become 36960 yuan. Please share according to the agreed amount, not more or less, otherwise you will be punished with ten lashes!"

Gu Zheng just took the money and didn't go out. The sound of the instrument spirit suddenly came out. Gu Zheng stood there blankly, holding a small bag of 40000 yuan in cash, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly.

"Tool spirit, you are so heartless that you will have no friends in the future!" Gu Zhengcai said faintly after several minutes.

"I don't need friends. My task is to supervise you and let you grow up!" Qi Ling replied faintly.

"You are cruel!"

After leaving this sentence I don't know how many times I said it, Gu Zheng counted enough 36960 yuan again, counted it several times in a row, and then put it in his bag and went out.

He didn't want to be grabbed by the weapon spirit who was always ready to find trouble and bite him hard because he gave more or less.