"Hey, Dalu!"

Jiang Dongliu pinched his teeth and looked at Guo Dalu, "You said that you would write this more than one million "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" in a month, although I didn't believe it a little, but I still forced myself to believe it, after all, this book has been written by you, and it is well written." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

He smiled and said: "Lao He and I are not here today to talk to you about the time and speed of writing the book, we are mainly here to talk about the remuneration of this book!"

He Chunsheng nodded on the side and said, "Yes, yes, you just took an hour to write this book, and we can't care about it, right? Let's talk about the remuneration today." ”

The two of them didn't doubt whether Guo Dalu was the author of the book Condor Shooting, but they just felt that Guo Dalu, who was five big and three thick, liked to brag a little bit, and the technical content was too low, and the bragging cowhide belonged to the kind of embarrassment that exploded as soon as it was blown.

Write a high-quality novel in a month?

What are you kidding? It would be strange if the two of them believed it.

The key is that Guo Dalu doesn't know that they don't believe in themselves, and in his heart, he really feels that his hand speed is too slow.

It's just that he doesn't want to think about it, other authors are racking their brains to write books, and his "writing books" is not writing books but copying books.

One writes and one copys, can the speed be the same?

But Guo Dalu's thinking is obviously different, he belongs to a single-celled animal, and he really treats his copying as writing a book now, and he doesn't know when this misunderstanding will be solved.

And he also had a preconceived idea that writing a book by himself was too hard, which was much more tiring, laborious and laborious than selling pork.

Although he has flexible hands and feet, he rarely plays with the computer, typing is very slow, and after a book is finished, he feels like he has taken off a layer of skin.

It's like selling pork, as long as you pull the pork into the vegetable market, it will be sold out in one morning, and you won't delay practicing boxing and drinking.

Now hearing that the two of them were a little disbelieving in their own speed, and hearing that the two of them meant that they seemed to be writing books too fast, Guo Dalu was surprised, and thought: "Is it still fast to write a book like me?"

But this thought only flashed in his mind and disappeared without a trace, and then another thought arose: "I type so slowly, how can I write fast? Well, I should have misunderstood!"

He still equates typing speed to creative speed.

But now that he heard that the two of them were getting to the point, it was the remuneration he was most concerned about, and Guo Dalu became excited, and immediately put the question about the speed of writing the book to the back of his mind.

His eyes widened and he rubbed his hands and said, "Tell me, how much do you give this book?"

Guo Dalu looked excited, "I'll tell you, as long as the price is right, there are many books like this in my head!"

Now in Guo Dalu's heart, anyway, there are so many things in his head that he is dying, and he is about to burst his brain, and he may not be able to use it up in his life, so it is right to exchange it for money as soon as possible.

As long as the price is right, it's one word: sell!

He doesn't care about lofty things such as literary value and spiritual food needs, he is essentially a rough person, and now he writes books just to earn some money and spend money.

Jiang Dongliu saw that when Guo Dalu heard the manuscript fee, his eyes were about to glow, just like a hungry tiger who had not eaten meat for more than ten years, and couldn't help but be startled, "Dalu, we can't be a little gentle, we are an author!"

"Bird feathers!"

Guo Dalu didn't care about the author's two words, "Who said that the author has to be Sven? Nine out of ten Sven guys are all bad stomachs, Sven scum, Sven scum, these guys are talking about!"

He said to Jiang Dongliu and the others: "You should say let me be civilized!"

Jiang Dongliu and the two of them looked like their mothers were criticizing, "Is there a huge difference in the meaning of these two words?"

Jiang Dongliu and He Chunsheng have always pretended to be Sven people, but now they are called "Sven scum" and "Sven scum" by Guo Dalu, and they suddenly feel that something is wrong.

Jiang Dongliu glanced at Guo Dalu, "Dalu, were you often beaten when you used to go to school?"

Although Guo Dalu has a rough temperament, his brain is very smart, and he laughed when he heard Jiang Dongliu's tone: "What? Lao Jiang, is my speech a little ugly? Don't care, you two, I'm like this, I often burst foul language, I'm used to it, in fact, my heart is still very civilized and pure!"

Jiang Dongliu: "......"

He Chunsheng: "......"

Jiang Dongliu didn't dare to waste time, so he reached out and took the briefcase from He Chunsheng's hand, and said to Guo Dalu: "That's the case, Dalu." We have read your book, which is very good, but you are a newcomer after all, and we can only give you the highest price of the work according to the highest standards of newcomers. ”

He smiled and said, "Old Mr. Bai Qingyan, you should know, right?"

"Bai Qingyan?"

Guo Dalu looked at Jiang Dongliu with a curious expression, nodded and said, "I don't know!"

Jiang Dongliu: "......"

"Nima, you don't know what to nod?"

Jiang Dongliu smiled bitterly, "Dalu, you write martial arts novels, and you don't even know about Mr. Bai Qingyan?"

Guo Dalu said very realistically: "I really don't know!"

He Chunsheng couldn't help but say: "Mr. Guo, Mr. Bai Qingyan is a writer of martial arts novels, known as a great figure in martial arts novels, since you are also the author of martial arts novels, it is reasonable to know this veteran in the industry." ”

Guo Dalu corrected He Chunsheng's words, "I'm a pork seller, and I write martial arts novels purely to make money, why do I know him?"

He Chunsheng: "......"

He had a black line on his face: "Mr. Guo, you are now a writer, it is best to get to know your peers in the circle, after all, you may deal with them in the future." ”

Guo Dalu waved his hand disapprovingly and said, "Regardless of him, let's continue to talk about the manuscript fee now." ”

What he is most concerned about now is the issue of manuscript fees.

It's not that Guo Dalu is greedy for money, he really lacks money to spend at home.

The so-called penny is difficult to defeat a hero, and if his father Guo Kaishan is not in good health for a day, his family's expenses cannot be reduced for a day.

If it is like other pork sellers, in order to make money, he will definitely sell some water-injected pork, dead pork or something to make a fortune, but Guo Dalu's family style is very strict, he is upright, and he will not do such a bad conscience when he is killed.

So he's short of money right now.

The key is that this guy is short of money to spend, and he is very face-saving, he refuses to borrow money from relatives and friends, his father Guo Kaishan is thinner than him, and he never opens his mouth to borrow money, and Wang Chunmei's retirement salary can only cover the living expenses of the family.

In a family like theirs, the family is safe and sound, but once there is a patient, the day will definitely be tight.

Now that the burden of the family is on Guo Dalu, he is naturally eager for money to the extreme.

If he hadn't suddenly had such a strange memory in his mind and thought of writing books to make money, he would have entered the underground black market to play black boxing without telling his parents, which is also a way to make money.

Seeing that Guo Dalu was so eager for the remuneration, Jiang Dongliu smiled and said, "Okay, to make a long story short." Mr. Bai Qingyan's remuneration is 100 yuan per 1,000 words, and you, as a rookie author, will give you the maximum discount of 70 yuan per 1,000 words. ”

"This Condor shooting, the number of words is 1.2 million, and the manuscript fee is 84,000 yuan, let's make up a whole number for you, it's 85,000 yuan, what do you think?"

"What?"

Guo Dalu's eyes bulged, and he said loudly: "Eighty-five thousand?!"

Jiang Dongliu saw his surprised expression and felt very embarrassed: "Dalu, we are acquaintances, and I won't hide it from you." Speaking from the heart, this book is worth 800,000 yuan, but you are a newcomer after all, and our publishing house is also a little financially tight, so we can only publish so much, if you are not satisfied, then we can't help it. ”

Guo Dalu's surprised expression was put away, and he hurriedly said: "Satisfied, satisfied, very satisfied! Eighty-five is already a lot!"

He is now shallow-eyed, and 80,000 yuan is already a lot of income for him, not to mention that this book is just the fruit of his labor for a month.

Jiang Dongliu realized that he was surprised that he had given more manuscript fees just now, rather than dislike that he had given less, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Our president is actually very interested in the copyright of your book, I wonder if you have any intention of selling the copyright to us?" If you are willing, we can bid 50,000 yuan for this copyright!"