According to Wang Yan's understanding, the income of a novel is guaranteed royalties plus royalties.

In general, the royalty sharing ratio of novels is between 6% and 14%, and the more famous the author and the better the work, the higher the sharing ratio.

And the conditions proposed by Roy can only explain one point.

That's Scholastic Press's attitude towards "I Am the Archmage", like buying a lottery ticket in exchange for change.

It's just a matter of giving it a try.

And this also means that they don't put much effort into post-publication publicity.

Roy looked at the king's gradual silence, and then spoke again: "I'm sorry, this is the best I can get for you." ”

"Although I personally enjoyed this novel, I have to say that publishing it is a gamble for any publisher. ”

"Can I wait a little longer?" said Wang gradually and frankly, "I want to see the conditions given by other publishers. ”

"Of course, it's your freedom. Roy stood up and handed Wang a business card, "This is my contact information, I hope we have a chance to work together." ”

Then he took his leave.

After sending Roy out of the apartment, Wang gradually sat on the sofa with his business card in his hand, and slowly calculated.

I bought a dictionary for writing a novel and spent $150.

Two copies of Spider-Man, $8.

Photocopying of manuscripts, $50.

Stamp envelope, $10.

If you include using the old man's typewriter and checking the publisher's materials, it is worth at least $500 in money.

The energy and labor he put into writing the novel is $300 at McDonald's hourly wage.

That's more than $1,000.

According to the conditions of Scholastic Press, after the publication of "I Am the Archmage", all of them will be sold out, and they will be able to earn 4,000 US dollars.

But according to Wang's understanding, in addition to phenomenal bestsellers, a novel can only sell about one-third within a year of publication.

That's less than $1,400.

So you expect to make about $400 from "I Am an Archmage"?

No way!

Sure enough, writing a novel is a dead end.

It's better to go to Chinatown to brush your face and find a chef to learn how to cook.

Wang gradually sighed, during this time, he was obsessed with ghosts, and he actually wanted to write novels to make money.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he was looking at the clock on the wall.

Before I knew it, it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

Wang was stunned for a moment, then quickly put on his coat and ran towards the door.

He also has to go to the house of the sign-in officer who uses his power for personal gain to be a temporary nanny.

At this moment, in a predominantly middle-class neighborhood in Brooklyn, Lily, the check-in officer, is trying on clothes in front of the closet while calling her best friend.

"Don't you know, today the old lady changed her clothes and suppressed all the prisoners. You're really right! What's wrong with being divorced? What's wrong with being 30 years old? The old lady still kills the audience in seconds!"

...

"The one you're introducing is an artist? Don't want to get married? It's okay, I don't want to get married. While spending the scumbag's alimony, he found a lover and him off!"

...

"The old lady gave birth to a child for him, and he actually cheated!"

...

"Well, yes, a seventeen-year-old Asian guy. It doesn't matter, he's a first-time thief, and he's ruthless in his timid nature. Even looking at the old lady's stocking legs is sneaky, haha. ”

At this time, the doorbell suddenly rang outside the door.

Lily said to the other side and hung up the phone.

Then, she came to the door of the house in a black hip skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and lace-up heels.

Looking outside through the cat's eyes, I saw Wang gradually wiping his sweat and looking at his watch.

Lily opened the door and said to Wang Yan, "Very good, very punctual." Then you only need to work as a babysitter for two hours to complete the task. ”

"Okay, okay. Wang gradually looked at the more and more sexy sign-in officer, and said with a little stammer.

"Jean, Jean, hurry up. ”

With Lily's shout, a little white boy with blond hair ran out.

"This is your temporary nanny today, called brother. Lily said.

"Brother. The little boy cried out in a sneer.

"From now on, you can play the game for an hour. At 9 o'clock, you have to go to bed, you know?" said Lily.

"Well, thank you Mom. After that, the little boy ignored Wang Yan, turned his head and ran to the sofa, turned on the TV and game console, and played.

"I'll be back in two hours. Lily said to Wang Yan, "You are not allowed to leave the room for these two hours, understand?"

"Got it. Wang gradually responded.

"That's... Just goodbye. Lily groaned.

Then, he turned around and took his small satchel and left the room.

And Wang gradually looked at the little boy who was concentrating on playing the game with a little embarrassment.

Don't say anything, just watch this kid play games, okay?

I've never dealt with children in my two lives combined.

The little boy glanced back at Wang Yan, and then sighed.

"Well, sit down. My name is Jean, what's your name?" asked the little boy with an adult kiss.

"Wang Chuan, you can call me Wang. The king breathed a sigh of relief and replied.

"Wang?" said the word awkwardly, Jean then pointed to the television and asked, "Do you know how to play?"

Wang gradually looked up, Contra.

This game... I'm so good at playing!

"Let's play together?" asked Jean, handing over a handle.

"Okay. Wang gradually looked up at the time, and just five minutes had passed, and then reluctantly agreed.

The moment he took the handle, there was a wonderful sense of time and space confusion.

"Alas, you are so stupid. Jean exclaimed, "You have to run and then jump." So that you can jump over. ”

"No, you look behind you and pay attention to the bullets!"

"Dead again, stupid. ”

The king's head was covered with black lines.

Why is this kid so slippery?

It seems that he has to use a killer move.

Up and down, left and right, left and right, BABA

"You're dead. "Sure enough, as stupid as Daddy." ”

"I still have a life. Wang gradually smiled, and looked at the left side of the screen and a small person jumped out.

Jean looked at Wang gradually and was stunned, and then he was killed by the level boss.

And Wang gradually used three lives, consumed the boss, and successfully entered the next level.

"How can you have so many lives?" shouted Jean, "teach me, teach me." ”

"Hello brother. The king teased Jean.

"Good brother, best brother. "Jean doesn't have any discipline at all.

"Uh," Wang gradually twitched the corners of his mouth, then took Jean's handle and called up thirty lives.

And just like that, an hour passed.

Wang gradually put away the handle and said to Jean, "You should go to bed." ”

"One more game, one last game. Jean pleaded.

"No, I can't. Wang gradually thought about the sign-in sheet held by the sign-in officer, gritted his teeth and refused.

"Okay. Jean returned the handle, "But you'll have to tell me a story." ”

Five-year-olds, it's really TM hard!