After handing over the first tens of thousands of words of "The Martian" to Zhao Ming, the two groups of them separated in the tea house, and they were busy with their own affairs. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhao Ming, as the vice president of the National People's Congress Publishing House, obviously has a lot of things to do, and now Lin Han's publication is basically single-handedly pulled out by him, so now he is in a hurry to read the new book and discuss the royalties with the leadership.

Lin Han's side is much simpler, he took out his mobile phone and clicked on the SMS notification just sent by the bank, "Just now, the magazine "Science Fiction World" informed me that the prize money of the Galaxy Award has been sent, but it is not paid according to the manuscript fee tax, but according to the personal income tax. ”

"I thought they were going to pay the bills, they had already sent you the trophy before the Spring Festival, and now it is only being distributed, I don't know how many days it has been lying in the bank or other places. ”

Chen Jiaxuan couldn't help but complain and said that she often encountered delays, but she didn't expect it to be delayed for so long.

In the end, there was only 300,000 left in the 500,000 Galaxy Award essay bonus, and this tax deduction ratio made Lin Han's heart tremble, and he directly cut nearly half!

Compared with the individual income tax, the manuscript fee tax is much easier, and as mentioned earlier, his 1.5 million manuscript fee was only deducted more than 200,000.

"After the manuscript fee of the National People's Congress Publishing House arrives, I will transfer the money to you together. Now that I'm finally starting to make a profit, I won't let you work in vain. ”

Lin Han glanced at Chen Jiaxuan, and then drank the tea in front of him, like a cow chewing a peony.

Chen Jiaxuan shrugged her shoulders, she didn't live on these two money, but since she signed the contract, she didn't have to be polite, she picked up the bag and said, "Just give it to me whenever you want." Now I may have to accompany the artist to Dragon TV to record a program, and then go to Hengdian to play her new drama, and I guess I will come back in a week, when will I call me. ”

Being an agent is also very tiring, especially Chen Jiaxuan, who opened her own studio, although she is young and has outstanding abilities, some connections are still lacking in the end, and she often has to fly all over China.

"Then you pay attention to safety, don't make yourself more tired than a star. ”

Lin Han didn't know what to say now, so he was silent for a while and walked away.

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Now Lin Han basically didn't have much to do, and after he walked around the nearby park, he sent a text message to Li Wenyuan, wanting to ask him out for a chat.

"I'm out there with a few sci-fi authors and editors, do you want to come along, you should get to know someone. ”

Lin Han, who didn't want to be an otaku, thought about it, and then replied with a text message: "Then I'll brazenly come over and take a look, where is the address?"

After Li Wenyuan sent a string of messages, he continued to chat with these author friends, he is also a writer of science fiction, so it is normal to get together occasionally to have fun.

After all, not every writer is as active in writing as Lin Han, and a writer who does not delay his manuscript is not a good writer.

If you haven't been urged by the editor, you're embarrassed to say that you're a god.

After Lin Han hailed a taxi on the side of the road, he went straight to their meeting place, but now he began to think about it, more than one million people to buy a house in Yanjing seemed to be a big difference, and how to spend it was a huge problem.

Just as he was thinking about it, another settlement money was hit into his account, which was a share of the manuscript fee sent from the Amazon online bookstore, and the sales momentum of his "i, robote" was very good, and the sales in January were relatively small because there was no publicity, only 120,000 copies, and now the sales in February have risen quite a lot.

120,000 copies, which were not included in the discount promotion at that time, were sold for $4.99, and he was able to get 70%, which is $420,000 before taxes.

It's just that this tax is more troublesome, the transaction fees are different in different countries, and the tax deduction standards are not ordinary, but Amazon still gave a more detailed tax list, and now Lin Han can get 290,000 US dollars, which is also a big progress.

"Is it the God of Wealth today?"

Lin Han said to himself, he hadn't received any money for a long time, but today he took almost all the money from all channels in one day.

What's more, Penguin Publishing Group and St. Martin's Publishing Company also have to pay a part of the royalties in advance, and the royalties calculated by the number of first copies are 30% of the total manuscript fee, so as not to starve the author to death.

The driver didn't care what the man in the back seat was laughing at, after he arrived at the destination, he quickly printed out the invoice, and then said: "Sir, the destination has arrived, and the elevator in front of you is it." ”

"Okay, thank you!"

After Lin Han paid, he opened the car door and walked down, this place called Sweet Orange Book Bar seems to be quite famous, you can rent a big room in the downtown area to read books and discuss, the boss must also be a caring person.

Pushing open the glass door of the book bar, Lin Han saw Li Wenyuan sitting by the window and a group of men and women beside him, the oldest of these people seemed to be in their fifties, and the youngest was a little beauty who looked like a student over there.

"Come, let me introduce to you, this is Lin Han, who won the Galaxy Award a few days ago, and he is also a more potential author in our science fiction. ”

Li Wenyuan hugged Lin Han's shoulders and introduced each other to these people around him, "He is different from those of us who love to procrastinate, their book "I, Robot" has only been published for less than two months, and now the new book has been written, this speed is very high." ”

Lin Han didn't mean to underestimate anyone, he grinned, revealing his neat and white teeth, "Hello everyone, I'm a newcomer to science fiction, and I hope to take care of me in the future." ”

"I've read your book, it's written greatly. My favorite is the story of the last man on earth, who is knocking on the door outside?"

All of you here are book lovers, and Lin Han has heard more or less about the news, and now they have finally matched their names with characters.

"It doesn't matter who knocks on the door, that's a matter of opinion. Teacher Han thinks that whoever it is, that is. ”

Lin Han didn't give too many answers, it was originally an open-ended answer, and it was precisely because of this openness that people could think in a real sense.

If Lin Han really wrote a result, it would turn from a masterpiece to mediocrity.

"Lao Li, in fact, I came out of you today to give you a thorough understanding, our "Fantasy Times" will be closed next month, and I really can't support it. I'm too tired to do it, thank you for your continued support, otherwise we would have stopped a long time ago, and it's all your credit to be able to persist until now. ”

Han Yong, who had gray hair, sighed in a sighing tone, the magazine that had been founded for decades came to the end step by step, and it was fake to say that he was not sad.

Although Lin Han is a little unclear, he also knows the history of the magazine "Fantasy Age", which is an eclectic magazine that is not limited to a certain type of literature, whether it is science fiction or fantasy, fantasy, or fantasy novels.

Although some magazines are in full swing, there are some magazines that have been with people for a long time but have quietly disappeared into history.