"yes, what do you think I'm coming to you for?"

"But why?"

"Why?"

Huang Yifan didn't understand, "Do you need a reason to take a photo with you?"

"Well, yes, I think there should be one. ”

"Think about it. Well, as a tablemate, I think we should take a picture together and keep it as a souvenir. Otherwise, what if I don't remember you in the future. ”

"Alas, men are like this, and in a few years they don't even remember their classmates. ”

"How did it get to a man, do you think, after ten years, you will still recognize me?"

"I recognize. ”

Zhang Huiping said with great certainty.

"Uh......"

Seeing Zhang Huiping's determined appearance, Huang Yifan felt a pang in his heart, as if he felt something.

It's just that Zhang Huiping also seemed to find out what she meant by this sentence, her face was slightly red, she looked at Huang Yifan, and said, "Then let's go back and take a photo, lest you don't even know me in the future." ”

The two got up and rushed back to the campus of Tieshikou Middle School again.

At this time, the students in Class 2 of the third year of junior high school were almost done taking pictures, and the photographer was ready to pack up and go back.

At this time, the two of them walked over, "Master, I went out for something just now, can you take the last picture for us?"

"Okay, don't bother, where are you going to shoot?"

"Fengqi Sycamore, let's go under the plane tree in front. ”

Huang Yifan pointed to the plane tree on the campus, "Zhang Huiping, let's go, let's go over." ”

"Hmm. ”

Nodding slightly, Zhang Huiping followed Huang Yifan and walked forward.

"That's it. ”

found a relatively good position, Huang Yifan stood in front of the Wutong tree. I wanted to pose or something, but I felt a little contrived, and I wanted to hold Zhang Huiping's left hand kindly, but when I thought that Zhang Huiping was thin-skinned, I forgot it. In the end, she simply didn't do anything, just stood there, feeling that Zhang Huiping had some courage and gave her a warm look.

And Zhang Huiping on the side is also a mess, this is the first time she has taken a photo with Huang Yifan, she is a little timid, she is also a little afraid, and instinctively wants to take a step back. However, when he saw Huang Yifan's warm gaze, a warm current rose in his heart. This warm current broke through the darkness, so that Zhang Huiping was no longer afraid or timid, but took a step forward, stretched out her left hand slightly, grabbed the corner of Huang Yifan's clothes, and faced the camera with a somewhat shy smile.

There was a snap, and the picture froze.

……

The group photo and graduation certificate announced the end of Huang Yifan's junior high school years.

There was no graduation party, and there was no nostalgia.

Children in junior high school have no heart and lungs, where will they know about this parting, some friends may never meet in their lives.

Huang Yifan is not a sentimental person, and after hugging most of his classmates, he returned home.

Log in to TT as usual, and as soon as it goes online, there is an application message to add friends on TT.

Click on it, it says Talking about the editor Lin Hao in the middle of the night, and Huang Yifan clicked to agree.

It didn't take long for editor Lin Hao to send a message to Huang Yifan.

"Herbal Tea has applied for resignation, and I will be your editor for the time being, and the manuscript can be sent to my mailbox after writing. ”

"No problem. ”

Although it was a little strange why Herbal Tea resigned, he still nodded.

"Well, let's talk about the issue of publishing in the morning. Fanchen, herbal tea has been mentioned to the company when you resigned, and you are intentionally preparing for the publication of the book. We had a meeting in the middle of the night to study it and agree on a publication plan. The editorial department decided to buy out the publishing copyright of Liao Zhai at a price of 200,000 yuan, what do you think?"

"200,000?"

Huang Yifan was a little surprised and sent a question mark.

"Mr. Fanchen, don't be surprised, Liaozhai is indeed worth 200,000 yuan. Of course, you don't have to worry either. Even if we lose money after publication, our editorial department will give you a manuscript fee of 200,000 yuan. ”

I feel that this sentence is a little funny, this guy still thinks that Huang Yifan thinks 200,000 is a lot.

Joke, the classic masterpiece that has been handed down for hundreds of years in the previous life is only worth 200,000?

However, it would be nice for the classic to know by himself, and he didn't bother to explain to the other party, saying, "Isn't there a royalty sharing contract?"

"Mr. Fanchen, maybe you don't know much about publishing. Let me tell you, the publishing market is not good at the moment. It's good that Dafan novels can sell 5,000 copies, and being able to sell 30,000 copies is already a bestseller. Liao Zhai's work is not a novel, he is a collection of short stories, there is no continuity, we estimate, not too many readers buy it. Therefore, for the sake of insurance, and in order not to let your chat be damaged, our editorial department unanimously decided to compensate you for the manuscript fee of 200,000 yuan. ”

"It's okay, let's sign a royalty sharing contract, I think it's good to share. ”

"Mr. Fanchen, I told you, the publishing market is very bad now, and I am afraid that you may not be able to get the manuscript fee of 10,000 yuan if you sign it. ”

"Then why are you willing to give me 200,000 to buy out the manuscript fee?"

Speaking of this with Lin Hao, Huang Yifan already felt that something was wrong.

Thinking of the seemingly inexplicable words of herbal tea a few days ago, Huang Yifan slightly understood.

"Didn't you say it, this is compensation for you. After all, your chatting has made a huge contribution to our midnight talks. But a magazine is a magazine after all, and we don't pay you much for the manuscript. For this opportunity to publish, our magazine has decided to compensate you. ”

"Your club is really good to me, but I'm not very willing to accept the benefits of others, so let's share it. ”

"Why can't you listen to you? You better think about it, we are also for your good. ”

"Don't think about it, I don't accept a buyout, I'm just willing to share. ”

"You ......"

"Well, let me tell you, in fact, we've been buying out authors for the last few years. ”

"In other words, my chatter can only accept buyouts?"

"So to speak. ”

"Alright, I'll go find another publisher. ”

"No, your chat must be published in the middle of the night, otherwise you will break the contract. ”

"It's strange when I broke the contract, and I didn't have a contract with you. ”

"It's not surprising that we have a long rule in the Midnight Talk Magazine, as long as we publish the work we talk about in the middle of the night, it can only be published through our Midnight Talk magazine within three years. Although you have not signed a contract with us, your chat has already been serialized in the middle of the night. So, Mr. Fanchen, let's choose to buy out the contract, you must know that 200,000 yuan is not a small amount of money. ”

"I'm sorry, but I still don't accept it. ”

Basically, the communication with Lin Hao can be regarded as a dead knot.

Huang Yifan didn't expect that a small magazine could be so dark.

No wonder what supernatural Jianghu forums fight there every day, today it is the author and the author, tomorrow it is the author and the magazine, and the day after tomorrow it is the magazine that sues the author for breach of contract. At the same time, there is also news such as hearing that Zhang Yun has a conflict with the suspenseful world.

However, for these, although Huang Yifan felt angry, he was not unprepared.

This world is so dark in the first place.

Even in the literary and artistic circles, the same is true.

"Mr. Fanchen, if you don't accept it, it can only be your loss. Don't think you can find other publishers, it's useless, you have a contract dispute with us in the middle of the night, and no publishing house dares to publish your chat. Unless, you can wait until 3 years later. ”

"Okay, then according to what you said, I'll wait another 3 years for the publication of Liaozhai. ”

Without any mood fluctuations, Huang Yifan followed Lin Hao's intentions and responded lightly.

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