Jia Youwei read the content of the signing contract, so he didn't find anything wrong. The thing in this is exactly the same as what Yuan Meng talked about two days ago, but the copyright of the physical book.

He not only filled in his personal information and signed his real name, but also stamped his private seal, which made the contract effective and legally binding.

Prior to this, Yuan Meng had already signed the contract in duplicate as the responsible editor and stamped the official seal of Yuanda Publishing House.

As an editor at a small publishing house, she doesn't have a very professional division of labor. I am also responsible editor, contract editor, planning editor, etc.

After the signing was completed, Jia Youwei left one contract, and the other was handed over to Yuan Meng, who was sitting opposite him.

"After a week, the royalties agreed upon in the contract between us and us will be automatically transferred to your bank account. There will be discrepancies between the royalties you receive and the agreed royalties.

In accordance with the provisions of relevant national laws and regulations, we have paid 11.2% of the manuscript tax on your behalf. Yuan Meng elaborated.

Jia Youwei didn't care about these three melons and two dates at all, but felt her serious and responsible attitude towards work, not at all like many people who went to work as soon as they went to work.

Once you do the proper work, you will be a dead father, a dead mother, and the whole family will be as uncomfortable as death, and you can't even say it, just like a tiger's butt can't be touched.

Otherwise, I have to quarrel with you, or even fight, and such a person still fantasizes about getting a high salary, a promotion or something all day long.

On weekdays, he blows the cowhide better than anyone else. Bloody, as soon as the temper meets the main thing, then it is like a eunuch going to the Qinglou.

"Your publishing house is really small, but it has all kinds of organs. What surprised me the most was that you dared to do serious literature. Jia Youwei said solemnly.

"Don't say you're surprised, even when I first came here to work, I was just as surprised as you. In these years, even a large publishing house would think twice about what to do, and here we let the president take the business of a businessman and do the feelings of cultural transmission.

According to his theory, it is to follow the model of big newspapers and small newspapers. It is said that the big newspapers of the news are basically in a state of loss, after all, no one reads it.

And the entertainment gossip news that catches the wind and makes nothing is very popular with the public, and it makes a lot of money. So, the president drew a scoop according to the gourd, and anyone who wanted to publish a book at their own expense could come to us.

Or, we take the initiative to come to the door. Now, not only university teachers are keen to publish books, but also businessmen are keen to publish books. Yuan Meng smiled knowingly.

"A businessman publishes a book just for the sake of a name. As for whether the book can be sold or not, it doesn't really matter at all. If it's a big deal, just hand out a book to every employee below.

It's not good, it's not the businessman himself who even writes the pen, but spends money to find someone to write on his behalf. Is it related to the evaluation of professional titles when a university teacher publishes a book?" Jia Youwei said with interest without hurrying to leave.

"There's that factor in it. However, in my opinion, it is mainly a matter of face. In the same school, he publishes books, and she also publishes books, if I don't publish books, and it's not too faceless?

What's more, academic corruption is not a matter of one or two days, and there are many batches of academic garbage. The purpose of the university's senior leaders in publishing the book is nothing more than not to be said to have wasted academics and only know how to be officials.

As a result, they published books at public expense, and the clever name was nothing more than an academic work on behalf of the school. Ordinary teachers have to pay out of their own pockets. "Yuan Mengzhi knows everything, everything is endless, after all, it is an open secret.

"A college teacher doesn't make much money a month. Last year, a full professor at Fudan University posted a salary slip, and after deducting all taxes and fees, it was more than 8,000 yuan. Jia Youwei smiled and said.

"It's true, not hype. It's just that there is no income from part-time jobs and acupuncture. Of course, there are still very few people like Professor Lang.

I still like to believe that most of the older generation of intellectuals can stand up to poverty. Or, they have been satisfied with their current life. Those among the university teachers who pay for the books out of their own pockets will not lose money.

College electives are often an excellent platform for these teachers to sell their own books. Students who choose to sign up for his class, even if they don't come, can do so, as long as they buy a copy of his work, they will pass the exam.

In terms of book pricing, you can also raise the price appropriately. After all, this kind of academic junk books are completely unmarketable, and not many people will notice.

At best, it's a day trip in some bookstore. In addition, using the cadres of the student union of the school or department, or the class cadres to sell books for themselves is also a good channel for internal digestion.

It's something like this that can please the teacher, but it's something that many students are happy to do nowadays. At that time, even if the teacher does not pay a penny of labor fees and commission fees, he will be able to make these students happy.

Grades can be high, internship recommendations, poverty grants, scholarships, etc. can be tilted and cared for by these people who have contributed to themselves.

Yan Zhen's "Above the Living" has much more real and wonderful content about academic corruption in colleges and universities than I said. Yuan Meng said with a smile.

"At the end of the day, it's all about money. Money is a knife that kills without seeing blood. Jia Youwei said with a little emotion.

"It's like you don't like money?" Yuan Meng retorted.

"You're really talking about it. Actually, I'm not interested in money at all. "Jia Youwei is a serious way.

"The latter sentence is a famous quote said by Jack Ma's father, not yours. Yuan Meng said with a bright smile.

"Believe it or not, I believe it anyway. Jia Youwei still said with a serious expression.

"That's a famous quote from an official. In the end, he was removed. Yuan Meng laughed a little and trembled.

Jia Youwei had no choice but to shake his head helplessly. Anyway, no matter what she says, she will never believe that rich people have troubles.

He once had a dream that he would not study business in college, but literature. After graduating, I will find a job as an editor and earn some money to support my family, not more, less and less, and then form a happy little family to live in a small apartment.

Or, on his own, he can be a freelance writer like Wang Tu who has been rooted in the slums of the big city for a long time, and write about the lives of the people at the bottom of society, the marginalized, or the people who have no access to society.

A writer with a conscience who can express himself freely, rather than being a writer recognized by the ruling class. Who knows that the creation of people is quite ironic, not only did he not become a poor literati writer, but also stood in the ranks of the ruling class at the top to manage and rule the people below.