Except for the occasional outing to find a publishing house, Xu Zhi spends the rest of his time completing his great work of writing. There is no need to get up early and be greedy for late purchases, and the time and body have been best replenished.

But after all, the human hand is not a machine, and the writing is still in traditional Chinese, even if he works hard, five days later, Xu Zhi has barely completed 100,000 words, plus the previous half a month, the whole book has almost been completed by one-sixth. The prequel to Iron Blood Tianjiao has ended, and Liang Xiao has just appeared.

After writing the latest chapter, shaking his sour right hand, Xu Zhi got up and walked into the bathroom, today he made an appointment with a small newspaper.

In the past few days, because he was busy writing books, Xu Zhi asked Wu Peng to find a small publishing house in Kowloon, and now only a small publishing house may have the opportunity to publish his novels.

Although Kowloon is not big, many publishing houses also have all kinds of strange things, and many newspapers do not even have a fixed place, and Wu Peng also found a place according to the location marked on several newspapers on the vegetable market.

When I arrived at the place a few times, I found that it was a small bookstore, which usually sold books, and then collected some old information and some small articles, and also began to make cheap newspapers, relying on low prices and sometimes selling hundreds or thousands of copies a day.

After a few days of screening, Xu Zhi finally chose a small newspaper with a bit of scale located in the radio station.

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A tabloid company has the benefits of a tabloid company, and when Wu Peng came the day before, he explained that he was a contributor, and he immediately met the person he wanted to meet.

Editor-in-chief Lin Wenzhou found out that it was a young man, and he was very unhappy at first, but considering that it was rare to have a submission, his newspaper was almost out of the water, and the sales were not very good recently, so he glanced at the article that Wu Peng brought.

However, this look is famous.

Although he is only the editor-in-chief of a small newspaper, he may not be able to receive excellent manuscripts like Ming Pao, but since he has done this business, almost all newspapers in Xiangjiang are his daily must-read, and although his literary accomplishment may not be improved, his horizons have also broadened a lot.

The first time I read this article, Lin Wenzhou was very pleased, the manuscript brought by Wu Peng was only a few thousand words, but as soon as I looked at the writing, I knew that the person who wrote the book was not bad. After confirming that the person who submitted the manuscript was not the author, we immediately agreed to meet the next day.

Xu Zhi suddenly fell in love with this kind of small company, he didn't need to register at the front desk, just find someone to ask the editor-in-chief's office, and people wouldn't ask more about what you are here for, so he pointed in a direction and told you politely.

"Bang Bang"

"Come in" came from inside.

Xu Zhi opened the door and saw a middle-aged man in his 40s with heavy glasses sitting in front of the office.

"Are you?" Lin Wenzhou looked at the young man in front of him and was stunned.

"My name is Xu Zhi, and Kunlun is what I wrote!" Xu Zhi sat on a chair across from the office. Get straight to the point.

“………….”

Seeing that Xu Zhi was not joking, Lin Wenzhou suddenly felt that he had been decoupled from this world, how could such a big child write a novel.

"You're not kidding me??"

Seeing that the other party didn't believe him, Xu Zhi smiled, and immediately took out another manuscript from his backpack, and said, "Editor-in-chief Lin take a look first, this is the second half of yesterday's chapter!"

Lin Wenzhou looked incredulous, took it, glanced at it, and although he only read a little bit of the content, the writing and style were indeed the same.

"It seems to be true!" Lin Wenzhou thought to himself.

A young girl a few years older than Xu Zhi walked in, who was supposed to be an assistant, and brought in two cups of coffee.

At this time, Xiangjiang is the junction of Chinese and Western cultures, and coffee is very popular here.

"Thank you!" Xu Zhi said.

The girl nodded, glanced at Xu Zhi, and walked out.

Lin Wenzhou said: "This is our latest imported coffee, Xu Sheng can try it!"

Xu Zhidao: "Okay, I'm not in a hurry, Editor-in-Chief Lin can take a look at my article first, please give me more advice if there is anything bad." ”

Lin Wenzhou said with a smile: "Don't dare to be, although Xu Sheng is young, his literary talent is extremely outstanding, I can't write this kind of novel." ”

Xu Zhi didn't bring many manuscripts, plus Wu Peng brought them before, there was only one big chapter.

In less than a few minutes, Lin Wenzhou had finished reading: "I don't know how many words Xu Sheng's iron-blooded Tianjiao has?"

Xu Zhidao: "This is a short story, almost 100,000 words!"

Having learned the lesson of Ming Pao, Xu Zhi did not want to publish the entire Kunlun at one time, if he said the entire length of Kunlun, the small newspaper in front of him would definitely not refuse, but from the perspective of fame, it is better to only publish the prequel first, after all, the other party's resources are insufficient, if the novel cannot be famous, it would be a pity to lock the whole article into this small newspaper.

When Lin Wenzhou heard that it was only a hundred thousand words, he frowned and asked, "It's a little less, why is it so little? Can't you write longer?"

100,000 words is too little, and if 2,000 words are serialized in a day, the two-month period will be over. At this time, the martial arts atmosphere in Xiangjiang was popular, and a good novel could greatly increase the sales of the newspaper, but it was only two months of serialization, which was too short for it to become famous.

Xu Zhi explained: "The first time I wrote it, the story was so long, and I had already finished it, and it was too troublesome to change it again, if the response was good, I might write a sequel." ”

Lin Wenzhou asked: "Have you thought of the outline of the sequel, if it already exists, we can publish it continuously." Looking at your writing, it shouldn't be bad in the future. ”

Xu Zhi shook his head: "Today I will only discuss this book. ”

Lin Wenzhou said: "Okay, then Xu Sheng is willing to put this novel in our newspaper and serialize it?"

"Very happily, but one thing to note is that the first part of this novel has been taken to her school by my sister, but this is only the beginning part. Xu Zhi remembered this question and said.

Lin Wenzhou frowned and said, "How many words are there?"

Xu Zhidao: "A few thousand words!"

Lin Wenzhou nodded and said, "That's fine, but the content must not be revealed in the future." ”

"Okay, no problem, then I don't know how to calculate the manuscript fee!" Although the main purpose of publishing in a tabloid is to open up fame, the value of itself cannot be underestimated.

Lin Wenzhou said: "How about 10 yuan for 1,000 words?"

Xu Zhi smiled: "It's too low." ”

10 yuan for 1,000 words, and more than 1,000 yuan for more than 100,000 words.

Lin Wenzhou shook his head and said: "It's not low, this price is already okay for newcomers, even our newspaper, many people earn less than 20 yuan a day, and a 100,000-word novel earns more than 1,000 yuan, and many ordinary white-collar workers can't earn it in a month." ”

After listening to this, Xu Zhi was silent for a while, he didn't ask much about the family's economy after he came to Xiangjiang, but when Lin Wenzhou mentioned it at this moment, he knew that the Hong Kong dollar at this moment was very valuable.

In 77, the average salary in Hong Kong was about 500 Hong Kong dollars, but this is the average salary, and a white-collar worker in a central office building can average three or five factory workers. Moreover, it is not yet the information age, and government statistics are mainly based on the income of large companies and government personnel.

However, for a newspaper, the serialization of a good novel can be extremely profitable.

Lin Wenzhou saw that Xu Zhi didn't agree, and said with a smile: "Since Xu Sheng's article has been written, as long as the contract is signed, we will accept half of the manuscript first, and as long as the quality is okay, I can immediately settle this half of the manuscript fee, how about it?"

Half of it is only tens of thousands of words, and Lin Wenzhou, as the editor-in-chief, still has the autonomy of a few hundred yuan.

Xu Zhi shook his head: "30 yuan for 1,000 words, sign a contract immediately if you can, if not, I'll leave." ”

"Wait. Lin Wenzhou immediately stopped it, and a good book came, so he couldn't let it run away: "20 at most, Xu Sheng can go out and ask, many old writers don't necessarily have this price,." ”

Xu Zhi smiled: "Then since it's so expensive, I won't trouble you." ”

After saying that, he immediately took back the manuscript and prepared to leave.

Lin Wenzhou also stood up and said, "That's it, 25 thousand words, as long as I see the article, I will pay it all at once!"

Xu Zhi smiled: "Okay!

Lin Wenzhou: "......"

Next, some details of the contract were discussed, and it was agreed that the newspaper would be published in a week, and the daily serialization should not be less than 2,000 words, and the whole story would be finished within two months.

Xu Zhi also won his first pot of gold with peace of mind.