Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

"See those two prefabricated houses over there? The rent will be my living expenses from now on."

Tang Yisheng leaned back on the sofa and said indifferently.

"That's...that works too. It can accommodate quite a few people, right?"

Zhao Tiejun felt sorry for his childhood friend.

His father and mother didn't care for him; they just casually sent him back to his hometown. He has to rely on collecting rent every month to make ends meet. They really don't treat their son like a human being.

If we disregard the fact that his parents are divorced and neither of them want him, the fact that he can collect rent to support himself is actually quite enviable.

Although Zhao Tiejun often participated in county and city-level matches with the football team, he still did not have control over the finances; his mother handled all the negotiations with the team directly.

Zhao Tiejun should envy Tang Yisheng's way of collecting rent and disposing of it as he sees fit.

My childhood friend is so pitiful.

If I run out of my living expenses and spend more than that, I can ask my family for more.

Tang Yisheng had nowhere to squander.

This was his sole source of income.

"That's enough. We'll still have plenty to spare every month."

Tang Yisheng couldn't say that he was now a landlord and made a good living of 10,000 yuan a month.

I gave a slightly vague answer, afraid of startling my childhood friend.

After all, when he treated me to tofu pudding for lunch, he was short of money.

They can't even get their ten-yuan deposit back.

Let's not provoke him for now.

Reveal it little by little, take it slow.

"If you need money, just tell me. Don't be shy, I can ask my family for it."

Zhao Tiejun took a swig of orange juice and said with great bravado.

"Okay, I appreciate the thought, but it's really not necessary. If I'm really short of money, they won't care what happens."

"Too."

Zhao Tiejun gave a perfunctory reply.

Deep down, I didn't think so.

Zhao Tiejun had seen a lot of divorces; several of his brothers on the football team had gone through divorce proceedings.

The children became pitiful creatures with no one to care for them.

They seem carefree, but are actually very emotional and prone to extremism.

Zhao Tiejun didn't want his childhood friend to end up like that.

After chatting about their recent situations, Zhao Tiejun couldn't sit still and started wandering around each room.

"Hey, can you cook? Your kitchen looks pretty decent."

"Don't leave tonight, try my cooking."

"Fine, I'll fleece you first."

Zhao Tiejun planned to go home later to get a roast chicken, and some chicken gizzards, chicken legs, and other snacks to go with his drinks.

"Your west room looks quite empty. If you ask me, why don't you set up a book rental shop? I'll help you find people to rent it out."

As expected of a childhood friend, he's already starting to consider Tang Yisheng's livelihood.

"Where can I buy so many old books?"

Tang Yisheng casually agreed, though he really had no such intention, but he couldn't directly reject his childhood friend's good intentions.

"I heard there are pirated book dealers in the next county, and they sell a lot of them by weight. Shall I go with you to check it out sometime?"

"If it's really that cheap, why are you still renting novels? You might as well just go and buy them wholesale."

"Buying too little won't even cover the transportation costs. But seriously, you should really think about this. The guys around me rent a lot of books every day."

"Do you all read martial arts novels?"

Tang Yisheng didn't lack those meager sums, but Zhao Tiejun's intentions were clear, and he was quite short of money. Tang Yisheng's heart stirred, and a plan came to mind.

Since school is quite boring.

I always need to find something to do to pass the time.

Instead of wasting time daydreaming, I might as well write something and let my childhood friend earn a little money in the process.

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To maintain a consistent marketing mindset and strategic thinking, you need to use and activate these concepts frequently.

"Some people read storybooks, and others pay to buy teen and science fiction magazines... Holy crap, that's awesome!"

Zhao Tiejun arrived at the east bedroom and was stunned by Tang Yisheng's industrial style combined with LOFT design.

"Oh, by the way, I have a story here. Would you be interested in hearing it?"

"What story?"

"There was a man whose grandfather was named Hu Guohua. His ancestors were wealthy landowners in the surrounding area. At their peak..."

Tang Yisheng spoke eloquently.

Zhao Tiejun listened casually at first, mainly observing the room's furnishings and layout.

But as you listen, you find yourself unconsciously immersed in it.

Just like Hu Guohua in the story who became obsessed with opium, he became completely addicted.

"...Finally, I remembered a passage I saw while idly flipping through the 'Sixteen-Character Yin-Yang Feng Shui Secret Techniques' left by his grandfather. This landscape pattern is an excellent feng shui treasure site, with a view in front and support behind. The nine waterfalls resemble nine dragons drawing water, dividing the hill into a shape like a blooming lotus flower, which is called 'Nine Dragons Covering the Jade Lotus'..."

He spoke about three chapters in one go.

Tang Yisheng stopped and looked at Zhao Tiejun.

"What happened next? Did you encounter another ghost? Old Tang, tell us quickly."

Zhao Tiejun was impatient.

"Junzi, what do you think of this story?"

"That sounds good, hurry up and tell us, don't hide it!"

"If you wrote this story down and showed it to your friends who love renting books, would they get addicted?"

"I don't know if it's addictive or not, but I'm sure everyone loves watching it."

"If you want to see what happens next, you'll have to pay?"

"Spend money?"

Zhao Tiejun realized, "Holy crap! You know what, it's actually possible. Anyway, if you asked me to pay to listen to the rest now, I'd definitely be happy to."

"Hey, Lao Tang, is your story long or short?"

"It's definitely not shorter than it."

Tang Yisheng pointed to the middle volume of "Nine Yin Nine Yang" on the coffee table.

"That's not short either. Hurry up and write it down, I'll take it back and try it out."

"I'm not talking about this one book, it's longer than all three books combined."

Tang Yisheng's idea was very simple.

He writes out a novel from memory that hasn't been published yet, and then "rents" it out through offline donations to earn a little money.

Once the manuscript is finished, we can publish it without missing out on making a big profit, and we can also make a steady, long-term income.

Of course, there are still some techniques involved in manipulating this.

For example, theft prevention, or the time difference in publication.

"I'll write a draft first, and once it's finished, you can show it to others. I'll then gradually organize the subsequent paid content."

"Alright, there's no rush to finish writing. Just keep going."

"Go pick some vegetables in the back first, we'll be cooking soon."

"No rush."

"How can I not be anxious? I feel like I'm about to get hungry."

"Alright then, you continue talking, I'll go with you to pick vegetables. We can talk as we walk, so our hands don't have to stop us from doing our work..."

Zhao Tiejun's impatience and Tang Yisheng's composure formed a stark contrast.

This made Tang Yisheng feel increasingly at ease.

"Okay, I'll continue. You carry the basket."

Tang Yisheng took Zhao Tiejun out.

Although the vegetable garden in the back yard wasn't well maintained, Grandma had been taking care of it before she moved away, and the fruits and vegetables were growing rapidly, some of them even getting old.

They could pick and choose, but it didn't stop Tang Yisheng and Zhao Tiejun from eating.

Tang Yisheng was also generous with the details of what happened next.

The story begins with Tuanzi Mountain and moves on to the Kunlun Fountain of Youth, also revealing some details about the firefly and the nine-story demon tower.

Zhao Tiejun was so frustrated he was scratching his head and lost his appetite. He just wanted to drag Tang Yisheng over and tell him everything in one go.