Chapter 58 Chu Kuang's Author Fee

Chapter 58 Chu Kuang's Author Fee

Yes, You Rong dare not make an offer!

He has been the editor-in-chief of "Fun Reading" magazine for ten years, and has read countless excellent short stories. The one in front of him is definitely one of the top novels in his ten-year working career. Rong's personal opinion, after all, everyone has different views on literary and artistic works.

But You Rong believed it.

It is difficult for anyone who has read "The Gift of the Magi" to give a bad evaluation, because the story is so touching, especially the ending of the story is unexpected, and it makes sense after aftertaste.

But one thing without a doubt:

Take this novel for yourself!

You Rong took a deep breath, called Chu Kuang, and expressed his thoughts straightforwardly: "I am honored to be the first batch of readers of this novel, and I am willing to bid 200,000 yuan on behalf of the publishing house to buy it." This novel does not mean that the value of this novel is 200,000, but that our magazine’s manuscript fee generally has an upper limit..."

"Two hundred thousand?"

Lin Yuan thought about it and agreed. After all, the other party only provided a channel to release "Maggie's Gift", and he didn't sell the copyright of the novel, so he was not too harsh.

"What two hundred thousand?"

Lin Yuan was shopping with his elder sister and younger sister at the moment. When her elder sister heard Lin Yuan calling, her ears perked up, but Lin Yuan didn't intend to reveal her identity, and just said perfunctorily: "Salary and so on."

"Go, Yaoyao!"

When Lin Xuan heard this, she pulled her sister back and walked back: "The dress just now is indeed very beautiful. Although it costs more than 3,000 yuan, who made you have such a rich brother?"

"don't want."

Lin Yao couldn't bear it at all.

Although Lin Yuan seems to have become rich, saving money is the habit of these children from the bottom of their hearts. Neither Lin Yuan, Lin Xuanyi nor Lin Yao can become too extravagant because of sudden wealth.

Lin Yuan said: "Then let's go back."

Lin Xuan snorted, "What a stingy brother."

Lin Yuan showed a stingy smile very cooperatively. He would not admit that none of the two sets of down jackets he bought for Lin Yao before cost less than 3,000 yuan, otherwise his sister would be burdened to wear them.

back home.

Lin Xuan began to answer the phone frequently, probably due to the accumulated work of the annual leave that needs to be dealt with. After several consecutive phone calls, Lin Xuan lay down on the sofa depressed and complained: "The seniors of the company said that the writers will delay the draft every Spring Festival. This year I have seen it, and next month, 50% of the writers will open the window, and the editor-in-chief probably wants to kill me."

"What do you mean by opening the skylight?"

Younger sister Lin Yao seemed curious about this.

Lin Xuan explained: "In the early days, opening the skylight refers to the professional term of a magazine or newspaper. The layout was originally specially arranged, but the author could not deliver the manuscript in time, so that the section was blank, just like opening the skylight. In our novel world, Opening the skylight means procrastinating the draft.”

Lin Yao asked: "Then what should I do if the manuscript is delayed?"

Lin Xuan sighed: "Generally speaking, there is a deadline for writers. The former is the time when the editor has agreed to submit the manuscript. If you submit the manuscript at this time, you can still have a pleasant revision work; while the latter is not written. If it is finished, it will endanger the time of publication, that is, counting printing and other circumstances, the manuscript must be completed at a certain time. It can be said that the dead line is a very scary thing for writers, but for some talents and For writers who are both popular and popular, it is almost their personality label to push the skylight and step to the death line."

Lin Yao asked concerned: "Will the money be deducted?"

Lin Xuan shook her head: "Small writers don't dare to delay their manuscripts. We are bound by a contract. If we can't write a manuscript, we can deduct his money. Although we have a contract for a popular writer, we don't dare to deduct money because they delay their manuscripts." Manuscript fee, such as the Dongfeng old thief, this person is the most famous author of our publishing house, he always delays for several months to hand in the manuscript, but none of us dare to say anything, and will only urge it according to the usual practice."

"That's it."

Although it was a conversation between sisters and sisters, Lin Yuan listened quite seriously from the sidelines. Although he serialized novels under the name of Chu Kuang, he actually didn't understand such an industry ecology.

So it's kind of fun to listen to.

For example, my sister said that more than 70% of writers have had the experience of delaying their manuscripts. It seems that physical publishing is the same as the online articles in the previous life, which always makes readers worry about the author's lack of updating.

"There's good news, too."

Lin Xuan suddenly said excitedly: "Before Chinese New Year, I visited a teacher who had just ended her contract with another publishing house, and invited her to come to our publishing house to write a book, and finally she agreed, and now she is the biggest name I am in charge of. The author, and I have also read her new work, I really feel very good, it is estimated that it will be officially published after the end of the year!"

"Is the editor getting a share?"

Lin Yuan asked a question of concern.

The elder sister shook her head: "It's not about sharing, but the meaning is not bad. It's mainly about editorial performance evaluation criteria. If you don't have very good writers, your performance will be ugly, which will affect our final salary and bonus payment. So it’s no different from sharing, otherwise why would I go out and work so hard to recruit authors.”

"Where's Chu Kuang?"

The younger sister Lin Yao had a sudden thought: "Didn't my sister say that I know Chu Kuang, then when he finishes writing the novel in hand, can you also dig him into your hand to start a new book?"

"..."

Lin Xuan laughed and said: "You really care about Chu Kuang... The company that Chu Kuang signed is called Yinlan Shuku, which is one of the largest publishing companies in Qinzhou. My sister and my company are not worth anything compared to Yinlan Shuku. Mention, so Chu Kuang can't be dug by ordinary people, Yinlan Library will do everything possible to continue to cooperate with Chu Kuang."

"Then he's hot."

Lin Yao glanced at Lin Yuan.

Lin Xuan nodded: "As a newcomer novelist of youth fantasy novels, Chu Kuang can be regarded as a master of one book. Last month, the sales volume of "Net King" was 1.4 million copies. Ranked twelfth overall..."

"Only the twelfth?"

"What do you mean there are only 12 people, and 1.4 million copies were sold under the huge market competition, which means that Chu Kuang's manuscript fee share last month was more than 1 million. This is still the situation where I assume he signed an ordinary newcomer contract. , of course, according to this posture, his contract share should increase after the new year."

Lin Yuan was stunned.

My sister actually knew his approximate manuscript fee last month!

But having said that, the sales volume of "Net King" finally broke one million, thanks to the assistance of professional tennis players. Brings a lot of heat.

Immediately afterwards.

Lin Yuan suddenly grasped the point of his sister's words, and asked, "Why do you say that Chu Kuang's contract share will increase?"

"It's inevitable."

Lin Xuan said convincingly: ""The king of the net" signed newcomers on the basis that no one thought that this book would become a hit, but now that this book is so popular, the publishing house will generally consider increasing the share for Chu Kuang, otherwise They really may not be able to keep Chu Kuang in the next book."

"Makes sense."

Lin Yuan expressed his serious agreement.

Lin Xuan laughed and said, "You don't know how to write books, so why tell you these things, you work in Xingmang, why don't you tell me the gossip about those big stars in your company..."

People who seek authenticity in fictional stories must have a brain problem - "The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya"

At first glance, this sentence seems quite reasonable.