Zhuang Yan endured the sensory stimulation from Chen Jiaqing, finished breakfast, and then went to the study to start writing.

Now he is not as urgent as he was at the beginning, because the content of the dream, including the voiceover, is imprinted in his mind, unlike the previous "Alive" that he forgets after a long time.

When coding words, Zhuang Yan was also thinking about whether the background of this book would be as inappropriate as being alive, but after writing it, he found that the magical realist novel was quite good, and the background was very blurred.

Except for some things that the characters in the book talk about that people in this world don't know, there are no major events in this book, and those small points can be completely changed according to this world, and they will not have any effect.

In the first book "Alive", Zhuang Yan did not change anything, at most he revised the time mentioned in it, because if he wanted to change it, the book would be unrecognizable.

But this "Waste Capital" is different, because this book essentially tells the story of several men and women in a city, and the scope is very small.

Some people say that this book is about a few men and a few women, while others say that it is not, and this book has nothing to do with women, but about a few literati.

Why do we say that there is no such thing as women, because in this book, women, whether spiritual or material, are just subordinates to men.

Zhuang Yan believes that this book is full of Jia Pingwa's disgust for literati, because even the head of the four great talents of Xijing is a psychopathic little old man.

From Zhuang Zhidie's sick sexuality, we can see his sick sexual psychology and sick spiritual world.

In Zhuang Yan's heart, this book is not as good as "White Deer Plain", but its public opinion is definitely higher than "White Deer Plain".

In this case, the appearance of "Waste Capital" will not only arouse public opinion, but also may stimulate the hearts of many literati.

Tens of thousands of words were quickly written, Zhuang Yan relaxed his fingers, and then saved the manuscript.

According to the schedule, the book should take a week to finish, and Zhuang Yan is going to release the book in a month or two.

Even so, this speed is very fast, because even those who write chivalrous novels generally don't publish a book of about 400,000 words in a month or two.

Of course, Zhuang Yan is also a little distressed, this book can be put out after a month or two, but who knows how many dreams he will have and how many books he will write in the middle of these two months?

After thinking for a long time, Zhuang Yan exhaled and slowly leaned back in his chair. Who decreed that a book written in a dream must be sent out? Can't you just keep it in your hand?

And Zhuang Yan had also thought about it before, if he dreamed of a book such as "White Deer Plain", "One Hundred Years of Solitude", and "Corn Man" after a while, he could completely hold "Waste Capital" in his hand, or put it behind these books and send it again.

Because Zhuang Yan is also considering that as the world's first magical realist work, it should not be so unscrupulously descriptive in the work, otherwise when people talk about magical realism in the future, the first thing that comes to mind is "Waste Capital", maybe some readers will associate the word eroticism with magical realism, and some people may even equate the two.

He had already taken off the hat of the origin of magical realism in Latin America, and now he was going to put on a layer of erotic cloak of magical realism, and he always felt a little sorry for those masters.

Wait, wait another month or two, maybe you can send the book out if necessary, but if there's a better alternative, then you can press it down.

……

When it was almost noon, Zhuang Yan received a call from the publishing house affiliated to the website of the literary and art circles, saying that he wanted to discuss the publication with him.

Originally, Zhuang Yan thought that this call would come yesterday, but he didn't expect that the other party was not in a hurry and dragged it on until today.

"Hello Mr. Zhuang, I am the assistant editor-in-chief of the Literary and Art Publishing House, my surname is Li, you can call me Xiao Li. In the future, I will be discussing with you on behalf of the publisher about the publication of The Adventures of Shuck and Beta. "The other party was business-oriented, and he introduced himself when he came up.

Zhuang Yan didn't care about the publication of the book first, but asked, "Assistant Li, I want to ask, how many people in your publishing house know my identity?"

The other party paused for a moment, and then said: "Mr. Zhuang, don't worry, the entire publishing house is only the editor-in-chief Yu and I know your identity." Originally, there was a special editor in charge of negotiating the publication matter, but it was because of your identity that the editor-in-chief Yu handed over the responsibility to me. ”

Zhuang Yan smiled with satisfaction: "Thank you for being so thoughtful, as for the matter of publishing, I think it can be done in accordance with the terms of the previous "Alive", and it will save a lot of trouble." ”

The other side immediately coughed dryly and said: "Mr. Zhuang is like this, the terms of "Alive" may not be given by our publishing house. ”

"Can't give it?" Zhuang Yan exaggeratedly exclaimed, "No, can't I be an author like me, the royalties are getting lower and lower, can't I say, I took 12% of the last book, but this book goes down, and I can only get 11%?"

The other side smiled awkwardly: "Actually, we can't even give eleven percent." Mr. Zhuang, can we talk about some things about the book itself, such as how many manuscripts you have in the book now, and how many words you are going to write when the final manuscript is finished? In what way is it going to be published, is it going to be in sync with the online serialization, or what? You know, it's only when we know these things that we can talk about the specific issue of royalties. ”

Zhuang Yan sighed secretly, this Assistant Li is no better than the previous Xiao Wang, how can people become more and more traitorous now. He pursed his lips and said, "I have a lot of manuscripts, and the finished manuscript is about a million words." ”

Assistant Li was taken aback, "A million words!

"Well, a million words. I'm going to divide this million words into ten parts, and I'll put 100,000 words in one piece, with some illustrations, and the thickness is about the same. Zhuang Yan said.

Assistant Li smiled: "Mr. Zhuang, you have thought about it, then our publishing house can sign the whole book of your book together, the royalty is ten percent, and the contract period is five years." ”

Zhuang Yan was very dissatisfied with this condition, he said: "You guys are too picky, not only the royalties have gone down, but the term has also gone up." Besides, I signed a total of ten films to you together, and the price didn't increase a little?"

Assistant Li said with a smile: "Mr. Zhuang, ten copies are signed together, our publishing house has to take risks, after all, a million-word fairy tale, the sales of the latter part are really hard to say." ”

"And, Mr. Zhuang, this price is already very high for a fairy tale. Of course, if Mr. Zhuang is willing to tell his identity for publicity, our publishing house guarantees that it will definitely give a royalty higher than "Alive". ”