Looking at the newspaper in her hands, wondering about the status of another letter that she had yet to hear any news from.
Lu Yichen had finished dealing with the chicken, while Luo Qiao was still lost in thought.
Lu Yichen asked, "Did you submit your work?"
Luo Qiao replied, "Yes, look, now there's a payoff. Since it's my first submission, they're paying four yuan per thousand words, and one yuan for each illustration. I sent in a fable, not many words but with five illustrations. Now I've received a remittance of nine yuan."
Lu Yichen thought to himself how impressive this girl was becoming. Now, an ordinary worker only made twenty or thirty yuan a month, and here she was making nine yuan for a story and its illustrations. It was quite remarkable.
Feeling a sense of urgency but maintaining a calm demeanor, he said, "Congratulations, that's awesome," and genuinely gave her a thumbs up.
