125: Chapter 125 Novel Studio

The encounters in life are truly strange.

Shen Weiyue had only been reborn for a little over half a year, yet he was already able to earn nearly 40,000 a month through his online store and writing novels.

This was an absolutely high income in 2009.

You have to know that at this time, the average annual salary for employed workers in Hangzhou was only 30,000 yuan.

This was also the part that Li Mengmeng and the others found most incomprehensible.

Shen Weiyue kept insisting that he was a poor kid from a village in the western mountains, but his demeanor was calm and composed, his attire quite tasteful, and he didn't even blink when spending two or three hundred on a meal to treat them.

Many ordinary male students only had four or five hundred for their monthly living expenses, you know.

He exuded mystery from head to toe.

This was the feeling everyone had after having even slight contact with him.

Shen Weiyue didn't care about their thoughts; he was even planning to switch his phone to an Apple when he went to Shenzhen for National Day.

2G/3G, but switching from a button phone to a capacitive screen was still a qualitative leap.

It wasn't to show off; he just wanted to regain the feeling of his future life.

In Shen Weiyue's mind, a monthly income of 40,000 was not enough to satisfy his ambition for the future; it wasn't even the starting point!

He had his eyes set on the novel market, wanting to create a batch of hits as quickly as possible to make a killing.

Therefore, a novel studio was a must.

Shen Weiyue had many frameworks and tropes of hit novels from the future in his head, but relying on himself alone, even if he typed until the keyboard smoked, he couldn't write them all out in a short time.

He needed a group of professional writers—the kind who could write just by being given an outline and plot, or the kind who could write very well if paid a bit more.

Regarding the novel studio, this was how Shen Weiyue planned it:

He would write the outline and the beginning himself, submit it to websites to get it signed, and then find writers to write according to his outline and plot.

Of course, to avoid the writers going off-script, the outline couldn't be given all at once; it had to be given in stages.

The quality of the written work would also be checked, and he would control the overall style and pacing himself to ensure it wouldn't be too terrible.

Through this model, he could set up a dozen books on different websites, aiming for each to be a minor hit, and after deducting the writers' salaries, he could rake in ten or twenty thousand a month.

If he was lucky and a book's copyright was bought for adaptation, he could earn even more.

Shen Weiyue was confident that this path would work because there were far more novel tropes a dozen years later than there were now, and the derivative variations were countless.

Every trope could produce a hit; it would be hard not to be popular.

Operating like this, his bank flow could reach a monthly income of 200,000. When the time was relatively mature, he could go directly to the bank to take out a loan based on this income level and do a bigger project.

Then repeat the cycle, similar to continuously adding leverage to grow bigger and stronger, until he accumulated enough to break into those trending fields.

This was a relatively safe path.

Of course, things like stock trading could also be considered; after all, he was a "leek" in his previous life, but having been reborn, he could be the sickle.

Shen Weiyue had already opened a stock account while in Shenzhen.

He could also try to set up a campus second-hand trading platform to break into a field that e-commerce platforms hadn't yet entered.

Or perhaps start directly with local group buying; after all, Meituan had just been born, the "Thousand Group War" hadn't started yet, and food delivery was just showing signs of life.

At worst, he would just dive in and fight until he was bloodied.

Hmm, let's just do that.

Directly relying on the foundation of Jianghai University, he would enter the community living services sector, set up a comprehensive network platform, and extend it to the area around the school.

It could handle both second-hand trading and food delivery; he would test the waters first.

The online store and the novel studio would be his safe base, while the community service platform would be used to test the waters and find bigger opportunities.

...

At this moment, a zombie movie was playing on the computer. Shen Weiyue's eyes were fixed on the screen, but in reality, his mind was filled with thoughts of making money.

The more he was like this, the more Fatty Xie and the other one were in awe.

"Damn it, how is Shen Weiyue so calm? Is he even human?"

"28 Days Later" is a classic horror series; how can an average person watch it so nonchalantly?

The two dogs saw he was watching intently and didn't want to disturb him, but they couldn't help their curiosity, so they each moved their chairs and hid behind him to watch together.

When they saw a scary part, the two of them screamed out loud together.

Consequently, when Qi Hui, who had been working hard all afternoon, returned to the dorm wiping sweat, he heard horrific screams before he even entered the door, scaring him so much he almost had a heart attack.

"What's wrong? What happened? Why are you dogs howling?"

Qi Hui burst in, and the loud noise made A-Bin and Fatty Xie jump up. The two turned their heads in unison and cursed angrily: "Damn you! You scared the hell out of me, you animal, Qi Hui!"

"What did I do?" Qi Hui was also angry. "I've been busy all damn afternoon, and you bastards are watching movies in the dorm. Do you have any conscience?"

"We let you be the class monitor, how is that not having a conscience?" Fatty Xie roared in anger.

"The hell with that! I was tricked by you bastards. I've been running around moving books for you all afternoon without even a sip of water. Damn it!" Qi Hui grumbled.

"Stop cursing. Just tell the truth, do you want to be the class monitor or not?" A-Bin joined the fray.

"Well..."

"Hesitation means you're wavering, which means deep down you want to, right?"

"I'm not, I don't..."

Shen Weiyue felt a headache from their arguing, and his thoughts were interrupted. He paused the movie, turned around, and stared at Qi Hui: "Alright, there's no gain without pain. You say you don't want it, but your body is very honest. Stop being so awkward; if you're going to be the monitor, then do it properly!"

"Qi Hui, I'll be honest with you. You have never been Counselor Chen Ruobing's top choice for class monitor; she doesn't think you're capable of the job. But Fatty Xie and I don't think so. We don't need this opportunity, but you must have it!"

Seeing Shen Weiyue's serious and earnest expression, Qi Hui sighed and said: "Brother Yue, actually I know. Teacher Chen wants you to be the class monitor."

"It's good that you know. I have zero interest in being class monitor, and the same goes for Fatty Xie and the other one. But we don't want this position to fall into someone else's hands. Do you understand?"

"I understand. Compared to you guys, I really do need this status."

"That's right. No one who got into Jiang University's Computer Science major is a fool. We three fought for this opportunity for you, so you need to do it well. Don't complain; make those who looked down on you sit up and take notice. Better yet, slap them hard in the face!"

"Seriously, studying hard to find a good job won't allow you to move up the social ladder. You need to use the role of class monitor to train your coordination, communication, and organizational skills. Later, you can get into the system or start your own business."

"You're not like the three of us. A-Bin and Fatty Xie don't have bad family backgrounds, and I have my own business and won't be short of money. What about you? You need to do these things and shine on your own..."

Shen Weiyue said a whole lot earnestly, and Qi Hui felt deep care, unable to help but tear up.

"Brother Yue! Thank you all!"

"Alright, saying thank you is meaningless. Your foster father is hungry; can you help me pack a roast duck? We can eat and chat while we're at it, wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"..."