"The text is called Kunlun, and the iron-blooded Tianjiao is just a prequel?"

Zhao Deyuan immediately understood: This will be a piece of news that is not big or small.

During this time, the iron-blooded Tianjiao attracted the attention of the people in Xiangjiang, but its influence was still limited, after all, it was a short novel, and it was about to end, which can be described as a flash in the pan.

But if this is just a prequel, then the follow-up Kunlun will definitely be more exciting, and the length will be even grander.

In martial arts novels, word count is king. Enough time, good quality, and a novel with a large length will definitely cause an exponential effect. What's more, for any newspaper, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Zhao Deyuan asked: "I wonder if Xu Sheng has considered submitting the novel to our Oriental Daily?"

Xu Zhi smiled: "Can you decide this?"

Zhao Deyuan said: "I'll go back and report, but if Xu Sheng agrees, I think there is absolutely no problem." ”

Xu Zhi said: "Okay, you go back and talk about it, if you have the intention, you will talk about it." ”

Zhao Deyuan was going to ask a few more questions, but because he knew about the existence of Kunlun, some of the questions in the back were no longer nutritious, so he said hello and paid and left.

A big company is good, and you can be reimbursed for drinking some tea for the interview, and Xu Zhi also rubbed it for free.

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Time passed, and another week passed.

Even though the people of Huixing Daily were extremely unwilling, the iron-blooded Tianjiao still ushered in its finale.

On the last day, the sales of the newspaper exceeded 40,000 copies, which was enough to enter the top 20 in Hong Kong according to the approximate records of the same period, but unfortunately it was only one day.

But because of a novel, a small newspaper with a daily sales of thousands has become one of the giants with tens of thousands of sales. Once again, the role of literary fiction has caught the attention of newspaper giants.

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"Xu Zhi, someone is looking for you. Wu Peng took a middle-aged man to Xu Zhi's seafood restaurant.

Xu Zhi stood up and asked, "Are you?"

The middle-aged man smiled: "My name is Wang Rong, and I am the editor-in-chief of Oriental Daily. ”

"Oh. Xu Zhi said: "Then please sit down." ”

Wang Rong smiled: "Xu Sheng is really young. ”

Xu Zhi asked, "What about Zhao Deyuan? Why didn't he come?"

Wang Rong smiled: "I'm not here today for an interview, he's a reporter, so he doesn't need to come." ”

Xu Zhidao: "Then Mr. Wang came here today?"

"Kunlun!" Wang Rong said: "I heard that Xu Sheng is already writing this book, and we at Oriental Daily are very interested in it!"

Xu Zhixiao asked: "It's been a week, what if I've already submitted to other newspapers?"

I told the other party a week ago, but I can't imagine that I would wait until today.

Wang Rong frowned and asked, "Which newspaper?"

He only learned about this yesterday and asked the reason, only to know that Zhao Deyuan handed over the story after the interview, but the people above did not pay attention to it, and it was not until a few days later that Wang Rong was notified, so he immediately rushed over today.

Xu Zhi smiled and said: "This needs to be kept secret!"

Wang Rong wasn't sure if what the other party said was true or false, but since he came, he had to talk about it, and said, "I don't know how much Xu Sheng's Kunlun has written, can you show me?"

Xu Zhi opened the drawer next to him, took out a few manuscripts, and handed them to Wang Rong: "Here are some of the previous contents, can you take a look?"

Wang Rong flipped through the manuscript, and before he could read it, he frowned and said, "Why is it so little?"

Xu Zhi smiled: "These are almost more than 20,000 words, enough for you to publish a few issues, can't we take out the whole book?"

Wang Rong said: "If we can, we just want to see the quality of the follow-up. ”

Xu Zhi ignored him and said, "That's all you want to see, the iron-blooded Tianjiao has read it, what is there to doubt about the quality of the book?"

Wang Rong was silent when he heard this, and after discussing with several other editors-in-chief before he came, he felt that he should look at the follow-up before deciding whether to conduct follow-up negotiations. After so many years of working as editors, they have also come across many short-lived good books, and after writing a classic, they are no longer able to follow up.

Although iron-blooded Tianjiao is good, but after all, it is only a short story, and a person who can write this kind of story may not be able to control the content of the long story, not to mention that the person who writes the book is a newcomer with a low education, all of which makes them hesitate, and the serialization of a long novel is a very important thing for a newspaper, although it cannot alarm the board of directors, but it must be agreed by the highest level.

Oriental Daily is one of the big newspapers in Hong Kong, if the novel is published, the early stage is wonderful and the later stage collapses, the newspaper will fall into the decision to continue to publish or stop serialization, but both of these practices will offend many people and lose a lot of money. If that's the case, they'll have a lot of fun making decisions.

While thinking, Wang Rong also finished reading the whole content. He is an editor, and he has long developed the ability to see ten lines at a glance, only to find that there is too little content after reading it, and he can't guess the follow-up plot at all.

"Is this Liang Xiao the protagonist of Kunlun?" asked Wang Rong.

Xu Zhi replied: "Of course!"

Wang Rong asked: "How many words are you going to write in this Kunlun Xu Sheng?"

Xu Zhidao: "One million!"

Wang Rong asked: "Then can Xu Sheng consider our Oriental Daily, the manuscript fee is definitely not a problem!"

Even if I don't know the quality of the follow-up, the writing is not bad after all, sign it first, and then talk about it, and if you sign it, it's just signed, and it's good to give a little signing money, and the novel may not be published.

Xu Zhi smiled: "300 thousand words, how about it?"

Wang Rong almost threw away the manuscript in his hand when he heard it, 300 words per thousand, Ni Kuang didn't have this treatment, the whole Xiangjiang can have, it is estimated that it is only the old man Jin, but the people have already sealed the pen. Even if he doesn't close his pen, the novels he writes will probably only give him a clear report. In Xiangjiang, it is estimated that no newspaper can afford him.

"It's too expensive, Xu Sheng should say a reasonable number, right? Ni Kuang Gulong doesn't have this price," Wang Rong shook his head and said.

300 words per thousand, and the manuscript fee for a million novels is 300,000. This year, 300,000 yuan can buy a very good house.

Xu Zhi said again: "How much can you give?"

Wang Rong thought for a while and said, "50, a thousand words!"

"The minimum is 260, there is no negotiable, if you don't want to, forget it!" Xu Zhi said strongly.

When Wang Rong heard this, he immediately increased the price to 80, but Xu Zhi ignored it and still refused to reduce the price.

Seeing that Xu Zhi didn't let go, Wang Rong had no choice but to say: "I don't have the right to decide such a high price, I have to go back and discuss." ”

Xu Zhi smiled: "Okay, but hurry up." ”

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After Wang Rong left, Wu Peng, who had been sitting next to him watching the play, said with a smile: "Dazhi, your heart is really high, you want to earn 300,000 yuan at a time." ”

Xu Zhi smiled: "It's not worth the price! But they took the novel to serialize, and they made more money, and my 300,000 yuan was less than a fraction, just like that, they were reluctant, mother-in-law." ”

From the beginning of the decision to write novels, Xu Zhi also checked the income of some writers, and the figure was really low. Ni Kuang's novels are well-known in Xiangjiang and overseas Chinese areas, but there are only about 200 words per 1,000 words, and his novels are mainly short and medium stories, and in fact, the manuscript fee is not much.

However, the standard is not much, after comparison, Ni Kuang's real outbreak stage was the beginning of the movie boom in the 80s, his novels were put on the screen several times, the copyright was sold several times, and the big screen brought the best-selling books, Boss Ni entered the level of multimillionaire.

And another big guy, Gulong, Taiwan's remuneration algorithm is more bizarre, it is calculated according to the line, a line counts 25 words, regardless of whether it is full or not, it is the same money. So if you look at Gu Long's original novel, you will find that there are a lot of poems in it, and many character dialogues are also very concise, half of them are pretending to be forced, and half of them are for the manuscript fee, so the mixing and mixing has formed a lot of styles of pretending to be supporting roles.

Old man Gu Long suffered from liver disease in his later years, and the previous manuscript fee was basically invested, although he has his own habit of spending money indiscriminately, but if he really has a certain net worth, how can he spend it without gambling or drugs.

As for Mr. Jin, before the establishment of Ming Pao, the novel was also super water, and Xiangjiang came by the word, and it couldn't be the same water method as Gu Long, so he was directly water: "Huang Rong's hundreds of dish names! Yang Dingtian, Cheng Kun, and the bloody plot of the sect leader's wife, there are too many details on Ice and Fire Island, etc."

Mr. Jin closed his pen in 72 because being the boss of Ming Pao made more money than writing novels, and the old man understood the truth that more is better than fine, so he spent several years overhauling the previous novels, and when the mainland began to circulate, they were all carefully rectified and revised.

If the remuneration is not enough, can the copyright make up for it?

That's also a dream----- Hong Kong law comes from the United Kingdom, and the copyright law is actually very perfect, but in fact, writers can't receive it at all, and all kinds of piracy is rampant. If you want to sue? You have to find out where the piracy factory is? Who is the mastermind behind the scenes? Even if you really find out, as soon as you tell someone, you will immediately close down and go abroad to print! Ordinary authors have no power or power, so they are looking for ghosts?

The only one who can get income from copyright is Mr. Jin, his newspaper is very influential, and no big man is willing to offend him for this piracy interest, and the small one can't be scaled.

Lao Gu and Lao Ni and others, when they can't collect royalties, generally sell them directly, and large publishing houses generally have the ability to issue genuine editions, but the income of writers is also very heavy.

The golden age of writers was the 80s, in 1976, Kim Yong Kim's Legend of the Condor Heroes was put on the screen by Xiangjiang Jiayi TV, which became an instant hit, and then TVB, Li's (ATV), and several major TV stations in Taiwan entered one after another, spreading the martial arts style throughout Asia in the 80s, and it was during this time that the reputation and status of writers rose rapidly, and various incomes also rose.

Unfortunately, Gu Long died in 85 due to liver disease and excessive drinking. Before his death, because he did not write a will, and he was quite romantic during his lifetime, after his death, this amazing copyright income became a contention, at that time the DNA technology was not mature, and the court had not been able to figure out whether several people were related to Gu Long, so it was delayed again and again.

It took 20 years to delay, and it wasn't until 06 that all the relationships were sorted out and the copyright battle ended. In the past 20 years, any TV station that wants to shoot Gu Long's novels has to obtain the consent of several families, and the legal procedures are cumbersome, so except for Xiao Li Feidao, Lu Xiaofeng, Chu Liuxiang and a few other classic novels, no one else wants to ask at all. This has also led to Kim's novels dominating almost the entire mainland martial arts TV drama market.

And now that the iron-blooded Tianjiao has just finished serialization, there are pirated copies on the market, looking for a ghost to ask for copyright fees?

Xu Zhi didn't expect to make any money from copyright, unless he sold it all at once, he could still make a fortune, but Kunlun hadn't written it yet, the number of words in iron and blood was too small, and his fame was just beginning, so even if he sold it, it wouldn't be much money.

"In fact, going to the newspaper is just a fame, and it is impossible to make a lot of money!" Xu Zhi said with a smile.

Wu Peng said with disdain: "Don't pretend, we used to steal the eggs of Lao Wang's family next door to sell them, and you were happy to die for a dime! Have you finished the whole book?"

Xu Zhidao: "Not yet, but it's almost there!"

Wu Pengxi said: "Then can I take a look first." ”

Xu Zhi shook his head and said, "No, there are some things at the beginning of the book that can't be leaked, and you can't read them!"

What can't be leaked is naturally Liang Wenjing's death, not only Wu Peng, but even his sister Xu Yaxin didn't tell it, otherwise if it is accidentally leaked, it will definitely have a bad effect on future serialization.

"Cut, you're so stingy. Wu Peng opened the refrigerator, took out two bottles of Coke, handed one to Xu Zhi, and said, "My parents want me to go out to work." ”

Xu Zhi asked, "Why? Don't you help them sell vegetables?"

Wu Peng replied: "You don't need so many people to sell vegetables? You also see that I have nothing to do every day, so I can't be so idle?"

Xu Zhi asked again: "Then where are you going to work?"

Wu Peng said: "There is an electronics factory recruiting, my father has asked, I should be able to go." ”

Xu Zhi asked, "Do you want to go?"

Wu Peng smiled bitterly: "Of course I don't want to go, I asked some people, the electronics factory has to work 12 hours a day, the monthly salary is only a few hundred yuan, and I have to work night shifts." ”

Xu Zhi said with a smile: "The night shift is very hurtful, I can't see it when I'm young, and after a long time, my body will have all kinds of problems." But there are a lot of girls in the electronics factory, maybe you can find a partner? ”

Wu Peng couldn't cry or laugh: "Who did you listen to, there are not many girls in the electronics factory, and even if many of them are old." ”

"Really?" Xu Zhi didn't quite understand, he thought that the current electronics factory was still the same as that in the mainland in later generations.

Xu Zhi thought for a while and said, "I have an idea here, don't go to work, come to my store, help my dad do things, I'll give you a salary, how about 300 a month?"

PS: This chapter is a bit watery.,But it's still shameless to recommend and collect.。

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