CH006

Lu Fan had already spent a week since his regression.

It could not be helped. He needed money, but it was still 2009 and the avenues to make money were too few and in between.

After thinking, he decided to focus on things that were in his town and not reach for too much. The economy in 2009 was too unpredictable and even with his future knowledge, he could not predict what would be profitable in a short while.

The only thing that he could think of was writing novels and he had already spent 1000 yuan to increase his writing skills to a white talent [Writing] and he was currently looking at the response he got from a publishing house he had submitted his work to.

His future knowledge was useful in this aspect and he did not have to be tormented with guilt or worry about plagiarism. You can't plagiarize something that has yet to exist.

As for the original authors, for compensation, he decided that he would open a Literature Studio and give them pretty sweet contracts when he was capable enough.

2009 was still safe from the Isekai genre and the system craze and all he needed to do was write something about some dominant CEO for the mature ladies and for students, he could write about University Romance.

He decided to start with a romance novel and he had already submitted 4 chapters for review. The market for this type of literature was pretty niche and most of the readers were young people and housewives with nothing better to do.

That was the reason he decided to write about feelings and the like. Not that he had experience, but his new talent was more than enough to make up for it.

The thing that he did not expect however was that the publishing house would be so enthusiastic about his work.

The envelope he was holding had 400 yuan, which was honestly more than he expected, and a letter from an editor and a sample of the contract he would sign.

After going through the letter, it became clear that his work was more impactful than he had given it credit for.

His editor was named Li Lin and Lu Fan was pretty sure that she was pretty young from the way she wrote. Her letter was overly honest and enthusiastic. It was clear that she was already hooked and she was urging him to send over more chapters.

She even gave him a deal of 100 yuan per chapter and if he signed a contract, she promised to get him 20% royalties and 400 yuan for every chapter after he wrote more than 100,000 words.

This deal was honestly good for this period of 2009.

It was still early for the ACG culture to thoroughly invade the world and a contract like this for a newbie like him was basically a blessing. He even started suspecting that there was something more going on but it was whatever.

He needed money urgently and this was a good opportunity.

Lu Fan found a cybercafé nearby and quickly wrote a reply to Li Lin before mailing it. He also left details like his QQ account and email address and asked her to message him directly.

It cost quite a penny to keep mailing and he would rather email the soft copy to her directly.

After taking care of everything, Lu Fan returned to the Hotpot restaurant to help out.

He had been spending most of his time there using the computer to write and had sorted out all the accounts and streamlined many things that were quite troublesome.

He had also taught his mother a thing or two to improve her soup base and even helped her cook when they were swamped.

His involvement had helped a lot but he still had to look for other ways to make the restaurant more profitable.

It was doing well for 2009, but the things they were doing were not enough to make the business successful. The economy was bound to explode and the whole country was going to go through a phase of insanely rapid advancement.

If they did not adjust and prepare early, it would be good if they just managed to get by.

Today he was going to talk with his mother about an idea that he had initially wanted to implement on his own, but it required a lot of attention and work and he thought that it was better to focus on writing instead.

"Xiao Xu, why are you so early today?"

Lu Fan looked at Xu Linger who was buried in books and could not help but feel sorry for the girl.

Jing City was one of the closest cities to the capital, but even here, it was quite common to see girls stop pursuing education after graduating from high school.

Most of these girls just dropped out and would prefer to settle down and start families, but what Lu Fan pitied were girls like Xu Linger who had passed and were smart enough to continue but were held back by backward thinking that a girl should start a family.

There were many factors that could influence such opinions but that was not the case for Xu Ling'er. Her parents were able enough, they just thought that she was more valuable getting married than sitting in class learning.

This made Lu Fan speechless. Between a well-educated girl and a girl from the village, who was more valuable? Ptui, this kind of thinking is wrong to begin with.

With Xu Linger's intellect, Lu Fan was quite sure that she could make more money within a year, than any amount any guy could pay for a dowry. And he had seen it.

Just the tags floating on her head were enough to make her a worthy investment and Lu Fan was resolved to capitalize it.

She had a Blue [Student] tag on her head and the other was a white [Schedule] tag.

Those tags were quite overpowered if used correctly and Lu Fan knew it.

[Student] allowed Xu Linger to always learn from someone and her learning would never end. If combined with something like his [Memory]…

As for [Schedule], it just made her a timekeeping maniac. It was a pretty annoying ability and Lu Fan had experienced it, but it was this ability that made her the best secretary in the world.

By the time Lu Fan graduated, she was a billionaire's secretary and she was in charge of 90% of Mr. Ma's calendar.

"You did this question wrong…"

Lu Fan put aside his plans to talk to his mother for the time being. Even if he hurried over, it would take a while to implement it. It was better to help Xu Ling'er for the time being.