It's past two o'clock.

Chenchen wanted to take a nap, and Zhang Ye was kicked out of the house by Rao Aimin.

Anyway, after eating and drinking, this guy burped happily and went back to his house, and when most of the food in his stomach was almost digested, Zhang Ye changed into sportswear, no sneakers, only canvas shoes, and simply made do, he learned to go for a run.

One lap ......

Three laps......

Run around the neighborhood to keep fit.

Zhang Ye thought that his Tai Chi could not be played, it was likely to have something to do with his physical condition, just like taekwondo skills, he only had this experience and kung fu in his head, but he couldn't maximize it, his strength was not enough, his reaction was not enough, and he didn't have stamina, just like that time he fought with Wang Shuixin's son Wang Cen, in terms of skills, Zhang Ye, who had eaten a lot of taekwondo skill books, was obviously better than Wang Cen's skills, even if it wasn't much higher, the level was about the same. However, Zhang Ye suffered a loss when he fought, but he was always at a disadvantage, and the last thing was to rely on the consumables obtained from the lottery to add blood bottles to unexpectedly turn the situation around, which has taught Zhang Ye a lesson.

Kung Fu alone is not enough!

You have to have physical fitness!

It's like Tai Chi, if he eats a thousand Tai Chi skill books in the future, but if the strength is still like this, let alone a thousand books, even if he eats 10,000 copies, he will not be able to beat Rao Aimin's original palm knife cut scissors in his life!

Exercise it!

This has to be done step by step, and it has to be persistent!

After that, it seems that I have to run every day, do push-ups and so on.

After running for more than an hour, Zhang Ye returned home sweating while running, and as soon as he entered the door, the mobile phone rang in his pocket, and a call came.

"Hey, who's that?" Zhang Ye gasped.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang Ye, we are from North China Juvenile and Children's Publishing House." There was a middle-aged man's voice, a little hoarse.

As soon as Zhang Ye heard this, he went to the toilet and grabbed a towel to wipe his sweat, and said while wiping: "Oh, I'm sorry, the domestic publishing rights of my fairy tales have been sold." ”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "We are not for the copyright of fairy tales, several of your fairy tales have been made into a single volume or an atlas by the Beijing Education Publishing House, we all know this, I am looking for you, I want to talk to you about other publishing matters, as far as we know, your articles and modern poems have not been published yet, right?" If the copyright is not in your hands, forget it, but I don't see a genuine copy for sale on the market. ”

Zhang Ye was stunned, threw down the towel and said, "My poem? ”

"Yes, we want to make a collection of your essays, called "Zhang Ye's Anthology", which includes all your articles and poems, including couplets." The middle-aged man said: "Let's come out to talk?" Or to our publishing house? ”

Zhang Ye was very interested in this thing, and he was worried about how to maintain his popularity in this difficult period of no work and no exposure at noon, and good things were sent to the door. In fact, Zhang Ye had not wanted to publish a collection of poems before, but he knew that it was a little difficult, which of those who could really publish a collection of poems was not a famous master? Of course, there are also some people who are not famous who have published anthologies, maybe they bought it, maybe they rely on relationships, but the sales are too poor, and it is better not to come out, so I won't talk about this.

Zhang Ye always thought that if he wanted to publish a collection of poems, the biggest difficulty was that he debuted too late, and it was only a few months, so there were only a dozen poems in total, what is the concept of more than a dozen poems? Even if the font is put to the maximum, a page occupies a poem, and there are only a dozen pages in total, not to mention the book, it is too thin to publish a booklet, Zhang Ye himself is unwilling to take out all the classic poems and texts in his world in one go, but that thing is one less poem, and it has to be left on the blade, so he didn't have this idea after thinking about publishing a poetry collection for a while. Unexpectedly, someone took the initiative to come to the door this time.

"Okay, I'll go over."

"I see you're out of breath, did you just come home?"

"I've been at home, hehe, I just went for a run."

"Why don't I go to your house? The place you choose, mainly depends on you. ”

"It's okay, I also want to go to your publishing house, you give me an address, I'll drive there."

hung up the phone, and the mobile phone also received the address from the other party, Zhang Ye simply took a shower and washed off the stinky sweat on his body, and drove over to find it.

……

North China Children's Publishing House.

The headquarters is in the capital, but the address is a bit out of the way, not in the eighth district of the city.

When waiting for the red light on the way here, Zhang Ye also took his mobile phone to check the situation of this publishing house on the Internet, and then he realized that there are many children's publishing houses in the country, but none of them publish children's books, and even some are called children's publishing houses, and they don't even publish children's books, but they all make some traditional novels and even online novels, which have nothing to do with "children" at all.

In the yard.

Zhang Ye found the main building and walked in.

As soon as he entered the front desk area, Zhang Ye was recognized by a little girl at the front desk, only to hear the little girl say: "Teacher Zhang Ye, are you here?" I'll take you upstairs. ”

Zhang Ye smiled: "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome." The little girl led Zhang Ye to the third floor.

There was a knock on the door, and the girl at the front desk pushed it in, "Editor-in-chief Zhang, Mr. Zhang Ye is here." ”

The man got up and greeted him, smiled and stretched out his hand, "Hello Mr. Zhang, we are from our family, and my surname is Zhang, Zhang Lu, and I have admired my name for a long time." Listening to the voice, it was the middle-aged man who had just spoken to him on the phone.

Zhang Ye shook hands with him, "It's all notoriety." ”

Listening to his self-deprecation, Zhang Lu said: "Where is it, if you help Dad Wei seek justice, whoever sees it has to give a thumbs up, and you are fired?" Zhang Lu sneered, "It's ridiculous that they don't want you to let such a treasure mountain go." "This is the truth, and it is also Zhang Lu's heart, if Zhang Ye is in their publishing house, not to mention the incident of making trouble with the live broadcast Zhang Ye has good intentions, even if it causes a big mess, their publishing house will also arrest Zhang Ye to death, and they will definitely not let him go, because they have already heard about the horror sales of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" and several of his fairy tales, such a treasure mountain, a cash cow, who doesn't want it?

After all, there is still a big difference between publishing houses and TV stations, and now publishing houses pay attention to profits, and political publishing has been much less, while TV stations are more important than making money to earn ratings and earn advertising sponsorship, but the political level is more important, and the industry situation is different.

There were still people in the house, probably three or four.

Zhang Lu introduced Zhang Ye one by one, there were men and women, all of whom were staff members of the publishing house.

After getting acquainted, Zhang Ye also sat down, "I don't know much about the anthology, and I don't know how you want to publish it, the number of pages is not enough, right?" ”

Zhang Lu smiled and said, "Enough, with illustrations." ”

"Illustrations?" Zhang Yehan said: "That's not enough, right?" ”

"There are translations and word analysis, a poem has three or four pages, one page is illustrations, one page is the text, and one or two pages are analysis, of course, we can't write this analysis, even if we can write it, we don't dare to write it, no one dares to say that we can understand all your works, these still have to be you, the original author, and those couplets are the same, three poems on one page or two on one page, in this way, there is no problem in making a book." Zhang Ludao.

Zhang Ye pondered for a moment, "It's okay to analyze, but ...... Is it too little gold? "How do you listen to it, it feels like it's a bit of a page.

A young man in the back said: "It's not a lot at all, your works, no one will gossip about taking out a poem and making it into a booklet, let alone so many of your works included in the anthology, "Haiyan" and "Poplar Praise", the font is enlarged and occupies seven or eight pages. ”

Sweat!

What a font size!

However, Zhang Ye himself also very much wants to publish an anthology, firstly, for fame, secondly, to maintain popularity, and thirdly, whether it is money or game prestige, he can also make some extra money.

In the end, the price was negotiated.

Copyright buyout, a fixed price of 400,000!

This is already quite high, after all, anthologies are not novels, and they are not as popular as novels, that is, some literary youths will buy a few copies, so the price is naturally not as good as "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", and it is just on par with fairy tales. But if you don't compare it with novels, but compare it with other pure literary works or anthologies by other authors, the copyright price of Zhang Ye's anthologies is much higher than theirs.

Nothing for nothing!

It's really that every one of Zhang Ye's works is too hot!

After the matter was negotiated, the contract was drafted, Zhang Lu and Zhang Ye shook hands again, "Happy cooperation, Xie Lu thank you for trusting our publishing house, and the matter of publishing and publicity will be handed over to us, with your fame and popularity in the capital, the sales will definitely not be low." After a pause, he said, "It's something that analyzes verses......

Zhang Ye said: "I'll write it when I go back and give it to you tomorrow." ”

Zhang Lu liked Zhang Ye's pleasure very much, and his work efficiency was too high, and said: "Okay, then you work hard, in fact, you can do it within a month, after all, the workload of analysis is not small, well, there is also the fact that we may need a preface, or a wedge, or a summary of the poetry collection similar to the preface." ”

Zhang Ye blinked, "Preface? ”

Zhang Lu nodded, "Yes, you can write whatever you want, it's best to echo the content of the anthology, otherwise the first page is the text of the anthology, and there is always something missing, what do you say?" ”

"Hmm." Zhang Ye asked, "Do you have a pen?" ”

Zhang Lu's eyes lit up, "Do you want to write now?" Good! Of course! ”

The men and women in the back also knew that Zhang Ye's works were not something that anyone could be lucky enough to see at the scene, and they were very interested and excited, "Why don't you take a brush?" In this way, you can directly use your words as the cover or preface, which is more flavorful than the regular font of the computer. ”

Zhang Lu agreed: "Yes, good idea, I heard that Mr. Zhang's handwriting is very good." ”

"Okay." Zhang Ye didn't care.

A young man quickly went to do it, and when he came back a minute later, he brought pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and took the initiative to grind Zhang Ye.

"I'll take a picture." A woman took out her camera, took a few side and front photos, and took the editor-in-chief Zhang Lu and them into it, which can be used for publicity and promotion at that time, and then the woman pointed the camera at the site and waited to shoot Teacher Zhang Ye writing.

Sequence?

Want to fit the content?

Your own anthology must also be substituted for your own ideological values?

Thinking about the death written in "My Confessions" and "Prison Song", thinking about the survival written in "A Generation" and "In Praise of the Poplars......

Zhang Ye picked up the brush and wrote a line of preface on rice paper.

"Life is like the splendor of summer flowers, and death is like the quiet beauty of autumn leaves-Zhang Ye."