"Novels?" Wang Tianlin was very surprised, how could Qiao Feng think of writing novels? He can easily earn millions of dollars by writing a script. Why should he write a script, not to mention whether he can write it well, not to mention the time-consuming and laborious work, the key is to make not much money from writing novels.

Five yuan per word, and writing a long story of one million words is only five million.

"That's right, fiction." Qiao Feng nodded.

Wang Tianlin pondered for a while and asked, "What type, martial arts?"

If it is martial arts, Wang Tianlin feels that he can provide some help to Qiao Feng, many of the TV series he supervised and produced by Shaw Brothers are martial arts, and he is not less supervised by the two martial arts masters of Jin Gu, and he should know more about martial arts than Qiao Feng, a hairy boy.

It's a pity, Qiao Feng shook his head and said, "It's not pure martial arts, I personally classify it as a traversal class."

That's right, Qiao Feng wrote the pioneering work of the crossing text, Looking for Qin, and it was with this book that Huang Daxia became popular in Hong Kong, Taiwan, and the mainland.

Of course, there are not necessarily many people who have read the original novel, but I believe that many people have watched the TV series filmed wirelessly.

Xiang Shaolong, an elite special forces soldier from the twentieth century, became the white rat of the space-time experiment and was sent back to the Warring States period BC, but the space-time machine had a devastating explosion, and all the experimenters involved were wiped out. Xiang Shaolong was exiled to the most turbulent and rapidly changing era in China 2,000 years ago, soaking girls, slapping his face, and changing history.

After Qiao Feng's brief introduction, Wang Tianlin understood what it meant to cross, and personally felt that the beginning of Qiao Feng's retelling was very novel, thinking that there was potential for fire, but Wang Tianlin still couldn't figure out why Qiao Feng didn't write movie scripts that were easier to make money, but spent time writing novels that didn't make much money.

Wang Tianlin naturally didn't know that at this time, a novel is a novel, at most it is an adaptation of a TV series or movie.

But Qiao Feng knows that if the novel is well written, there are more aspects that can be developed and profitable in the future.

Think about the future generations of China Literature's pan-entertainment IP strategy, how many authors have become popular, how many TV series, movies, animation, and games have become popular, and how many actors who were originally unknown have become popular, and how many commercials those actors have filmed, it is completely a one-stop entertainment industry.

A high-quality novel, just the copyright licensing of derivatives, is a huge income, if you are qualified to invest in copyright, then the income is even more heavenly.

Now that you have stepped into the entertainment industry, how can you just accept goddesses, and the industrial layout must also keep up, so that you can receive more goddesses.

Xun Qin Ji is Qiao Feng's first work to test the waters in the publishing industry.

However, Qiao Feng didn't want to explain so much to Wang Tianlin, after all, Wang Tianlin was still a wireless person, and he was still the most valued high-level, in case Shao Yifu and Fang Yihua knew their plans, it would not be good.

"Then are you going to publish it in that newspaper, Ming Pao? I know Mr. Cha, would you like to help you talk about it?" Wang Tianlin asked.

"Well, this won't bother Uncle Tianlin." Qiao Feng said embarrassedly.

"What's not troublesome, you and Ajing are friends, you still call me uncle, isn't it right to do a little favor." Wang Tianlin said with a smile.

"Don't, Uncle Tianlin, I really don't need to, I'm not polite to you, it's just that my novel, some of that, doesn't meet the positioning of Ming Pao, you said hello, Mr. Cha also agreed, and finally saw the novel and regretted how bad, not only Mr. Cha is embarrassed, but also dissatisfied with you, if that's not good, it's not good." Qiao Feng hurriedly explained.

Anyone who has read the novel of Xun Qin Ji knows that some of the descriptions in this novel are very explicit, and to be serious, some of them are a little yellow.

But it can't be helped, it's not a little colorful, and Huang Daxia's novel can't be so popular, everyone started reading it, and they weren't all attracted by that.

Therefore, as a newcomer in the novel industry, Qiao Feng doesn't plan to change anything, just follow the original version, what lower limit does he want for the sake of fire.

is a little bit of a perverted novel, and the positioning of the high-end elite of Ming Pao is a little different, even if other people can get through, they can't get through it with Mr. Jin Daxia Cha.

Again, Jin Daxia is too stingy, and the remuneration given must not be high.

In Hong Kong, Ming Pao's column has a very high status. Big rewards and low pay, still crowded. Jin Daxia said: Opening a column in "Ming Pao" is a symbol of status. I've opened a column in "Ming Pao", are you still afraid that you won't be able to get money?

It is said that this is just a matter of saying that during the editor-in-chief of "Ming Pao", Jin Yong invited Lin Yanni and Yishu to sign a contract to write a column. One person wrote one article a day, and the two of them insisted on writing it for a whole year.

When it came time to renew the contract, Lin Yanni asked for a fee increase in front of Jin Yong. After hearing this, Jin Yong did not reply, but asked with a smile: "What is the shape of the moon on the fifteenth night of the lunar month?"

"Of course it's round!" replied Lin Yanni without thinking.

"You are currently the moon in the fifteenth night!" Jin Yong exclaimed.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, confused.

"If you spend your money lavishly, and give you more money, you will spend it like the moon in the fifteenth night. Spend money like the moon in thirty nights, brighten part of it, and save part of it. Therefore, I can't give you an additional manuscript fee for the time being. Jin Yong said.

In this way, Lin Yanni's request to increase the manuscript fee was rejected, and two days later, Yishu also came to propose to increase the manuscript fee.

Jin Yong asked her what the shape of the moon was on the thirtieth night of the lunar month, and she replied, like a curved eyebrow.

Jin Yong said: "You are now like the moon in the thirtieth night of the month. ”

Confused, she asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Jin Yong explained: "You are a thrifty person, just like the moon in the thirtieth night, no matter how much money you are given, you are reluctant to spend it, and no matter how much money you have, it hangs in the air like a bent eyebrow, dim and useless." When will you spend the money as bright as the moon in the fifteenth night, so that I can give you a fee, and I won't give it now. ”

Jin Daxia is not only stingy with the author, but also stingy with the staff. ”

Running a newspaper is different from writing those martial arts novels, Jin Yong sees it very practically, to the extent that he picks the door. He has always implemented a "micro-salary system" for the reporters of "Ming Pao". He told the young reporter that it was their honor to work at Ming Pao, and that there were still people lining up to come in, even if they were paid so little!

Look at this, it's domineering enough, but it's also stingy enough.

Of course, Qiao Feng wants to serialize the novel in Ming Pao, but that must be after the novel he wrote became popular, and now, it is better to find another newspaper that is not of high style, but is willing to give money.