The regular weekly meeting of Chunwen Publishing House is held at 3 o'clock in the afternoon on Monday, and each editor has to report on the work of the previous week and propose at least one topic.

Since Zhu Zifeng entered the Chunwen Publishing House, he has proposed a total of 37 topics, 16 of which have been published, and 12 of them have been published, which can be regarded as a remarkable achievement.

But today, he looked at the topic in his hand and hesitated whether to propose it.

One editor after another put forward the topic, and finally it was Zhu Zifeng's turn. He tried to speak, but swallowed it back when it came to his lips.

Editor-in-chief Liu Wenhu asked, "What's wrong with Xiao Zhu?

"It's ready, it's just a little bit of a problem. Zhu Zifeng hesitated.

"Let's talk about it first. Liu Wenhu said disapprerovingly.

Zhu Zifeng took a deep breath and said: "I recently found a novel called "Zhu Xian" on the Internet, with novel themes, fresh words, delicate feelings, and a fascinating storyline......

Recently, Zhu Zifeng has spent a lot of time on "Zhu Xian", and has read the chapters that have been published five or six times over and over again, and each time he reads it, he has new experiences, and he has written all these experiences into the topic selection report, and the numbers and information are very detailed.

“…… To sum up, I think the market prospect of "Zhu Xian" is very optimistic, and we should try our best to win this book. After Zhu Zifeng finished speaking, he looked at Liu Wenhu with some apprehension.

Liu Wenhu asked, "Has anyone heard of this book?"

All the editors shook their heads, and Li Xueping, the leader of the second group, said: "Xiao Zhu, you said that this book is very popular, I look for books on the four seas and everyone every day, why have I never heard of it?"

"The book wasn't posted on those big forums...... The first release is a forum built by the author himself. Zhu Zifeng blushed.

"Self-built forum?" everyone was stunned.

Liu Wenhu said curiously: "Is that forum very popular?"

Zhu Zifeng muttered: "There are about two or three thousand registered users." ”

"This is what you mean by popularity?" Li Xueping said exaggeratedly.

In the first quarter of this year, Zhu Zifeng's group took the lead in performance and took away the best performance award set by the publishing house, and Li Xueping has always been a little dissatisfied. Recently, she often says strange things about a group at work, and now that she has found an opportunity, she will not miss any opportunity to hit a group of editors.

Zhu Zifeng defended: "It may be that the author has not done enough promotion, and there are not enough readers now, but the writing is really beautiful." ”

Li Hong, the leader of the group, who is also Zhu Zifeng's top boss, frowned and said: "As a qualified editor, first of all, you can't be swayed by personal emotions. ”

Zhu Zifeng nodded.

"Xiao Zhu's previous topics were good, and this time it shouldn't be too bad. You can communicate with the author first. Liu Wenhu raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and then said slowly.

For Mr. Liu, it doesn't make much of a difference if there is one more book or one less book by such new authors, and even if it's just to encourage the motivation of his editors, the requirements can occasionally be relaxed slightly.

"I've actually communicated with the author, and he has put forward some publishing requirements...... "Zhu Zifeng sweated on his head.

"A rookie author who is not well-known dares to make a request?" Li Xueping interjected disdainfully, "Today's young people really take themselves seriously." ”

"We're not tigers, so we can't help but ask for it. Tell me, what does he want?" Liu Wenhu said happily.

He ...... He demanded 15 per cent royalties and a minimum print run of 50,000 copies. Zhu Zifeng blurted out.

The huge conference room fell silent for a moment.

After a few seconds, Liu Wenhu said, "You say it again." ”

Zhu Zifeng said it again.

With a "bang", the long table in the conference room was "buzzed" by Liu Wenhu.

After Liu Wenhu began to study Buddhism at the age of forty, he rarely got angry, and he always smiled at people in the publishing house, making people forget that his name always had the word "tiger" in it.

At this moment, he was suddenly angry, like a tiger descending the mountain, startling the beads of sweat on Zhu Zifeng's head crackling down.

"15% still has to print 50,000 copies for the first time? He thinks he is Guo Weisi or Xu Hao, it's just arrogant!" Liu Wenhu shouted angrily.

Guo Weisi and Xu Hao are the two hottest writers in the publishing market this year, with royalties exceeding 15% and a print run of millions. If there are no surprises in the second half of the year, they will occupy the top two places on the list of rich writers in '99.

Zhu Zifeng said sweatingly: "Editor-in-chief, this author doesn't seem to be very old, he shouldn't know much about this matter, I'll communicate with him again." ”

"No need, he thought our publishing house was begging him to publish a book. Let him keep this book for himself!" Liu Wenhu categorically rejected Zhu Zifeng's idea, "If this kind of person encounters one in the future, he will block one, no matter how good his writing is, we won't come out!"

When Zhu Zifeng walked out of the conference room dejectedly, he felt many gloating eyes cast around him, and he couldn't help but sigh softly.

……

Half an hour after the evening self-study began, Zhou Lin was still nowhere to be seen, and Xu Yunyue was a little worried.

The math problems in the workbook are obviously not difficult, and she can easily solve them on weekdays, but today it took more than half an hour without any progress.

Where did that guy go, she blamed Zhou Lin for her restlessness.

The door was gently pushed open, and she subconsciously looked up to see a familiar figure entering.

It was him, the girl's hanging heart fell, surrounded by some inexplicable sense of steadiness, and suddenly felt that the math problem was not difficult at all.

Waiting for Zhou Lin to sit down beside him, Xu Yunyue said in a low voice, "Where have you been?"

"Writing at home and losing track of time. Zhou Lin shook the notebook in his hand.

"What to write?" Xu Yunyue asked suspiciously.

"I've written a novel, please correct me. Zhou Lin handed her the notebook.

Xu Yunyue was stunned: "When is it, you still have the heart to write a novel?"

With that, she opened the book and read the name of the novel.

"The canopy is falling...... Is it science fiction?"

"Hmm. ”

Xu Yunyue didn't say anything more, and looked down.

The novel is short and the opening is ordinary.

"One: Soon after my mother fell ill, my father lost his job. He used to stay at home, got up early at first, and went out dressed before my sister Miranda and I could go to school. But after less than a month, he became unkempt and slept lazy. When we came home from school in the afternoon, we always saw him lying on his back on a couch in the living room, covered in black and red, in the shape of a checkerboard, lined with pale skin, dazzling......"