Chapter 40: The book is about to be published
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"Do you know, yesterday Wu Xie from our school quarreled with the people of the Qingjiang Writers' Association on Weibo again."
"I watched the whole process yesterday, how could I not know. But it's really powerful, Qingjiang Writers' Association is a pension place. Wu Xie scolded well. ā
"Hehe, you may not know that the vice principal of our school is an honorary member of the Qingjiang Writers Association, and now Wu Xie is sure to stab Lou Zi. The vice principal likes to be careful the most, and he will definitely not let him go. ā
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Between classes, students in the corridor of the classroom gathered together in twos and threes, chattering about yesterday's Weibo war.
There is no doubt that on the one hand, they envy Wu Xie's spirit of daring to scold the authority angrily, but they feel sorry for him, and the consequences of using the mantis arm as a car are not something that a small person can bear.
At around 11 o'clock in the morning, Wu Xie answered a phone call.
It was Haishi who called.
The black-hearted grandmother told him that the deletion and selection of the previous publishing house had been completed, and the current selected publishing house was a publishing house called Cultural Heart. Although they are not very famous, many of the simplified Chinese books of previous online authors were created and launched by them.
The Heart of Culture Publishing House is very optimistic about the first intimate encounter, although the price of newcomers in the industry is generally a buyout price, and even requires itself to spend money on thousands of books. But the price they offer is an unprecedented royalty for a newcomer.
9% royalties.
According to the law of the market, the royalty is 6%-12%, and the average author gets 8%.
Wu Xie was quite satisfied with this price.
After all, it's the first time a book has been published, and for most authors, the price is quite fair.
Then Wu Xie sent the complete manuscript to the black-hearted grandmother, and entrusted him with carte blanche in dealing with the publishing house.
Six days later, the first intimate encounter will be published and released.
And 3 days later, the first intimate encounter in the series of Qichuang Chinese Network will end, and the riffraff Cai and Light Dance Feiyang will usher in their own end.
At noon, Qian Wude went to the foreign Chinese cafeteria next door where the beautiful women were like clouds to eat, and the beautiful name was: beautiful and delicious, save money, and leave Wu Xie alone to eat in a canteen.
Due to the late arrival, there were few people in the cafeteria, so Wu Xie found an inconspicuous corner and sat down with a plate.
After eating for a while, a sound and shadow came over. However, his face was not good-looking, full of anger and domineering, with sharp edge and indignation in his eyes.
Wu Xie glanced at it and felt that this person was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
The vice president of Qingjiang Communication University and the dean of the School of Broadcasting, Shi Liqun has been in the industry for more than 20 years and has never had such anger.
And this qiÄ all originated from a student.
Wu Xie!
The handling of Shen Feihu's broadcast incident last time was not very satisfactory, in the final analysis, it was Wu Xie's non-cooperation, but resistance. Yesterday, he quarreled with the cultural workers of the Qingjiang Writers' Association, and he was arguing endlessly in a place with a lot of traffic like Weibo, which triggered a backlash from the school leaders and put a lot of pressure on him.
This pressure, on the one hand, comes from the higher-level leaders, and on the other hand, it comes from the Qingjiang Writers' Association.
After all, nominally, he is an honorary member of the Qingjiang Writers Association. One is prosperous, and one is lost.
Wu Xie scolded the entire Qingjiang Writers' Association yesterday, naturally including him.
"Hello, there are still vacancies elsewhere, you can go over there." Although there was still a place opposite Wu Xie, he didn't want to face a guy with an angry face.
Shi Liqun had a gloomy face and sat down without saying a word. Then his eyes were like bullets bursting out, and he glared at Wu Xie fiercely.
Wu Xie was slightly stunned and didn't say anything.
Three minutes later, Shi Liqun's eyes were slightly convex and a little dumbfounded.
The vice-principal sat in front of the students, and he didn't react.
There is no virtue of respecting teachers at all, and there is simply no student appearance.
How did he know, Wu Xie didn't hear anything outside the window at all, Shi Liqun is the vice principal, he naturally knew it, but when it came to his appearance, he had no impression.
"I'm the Vice Principal!"
Wu Xie didn't even make a sound, just nodded lightly.
What a drag!
Sure enough, it's an uneducated child.
Shi Liqun was so angry that his face was red and his neck was thick, but he was repeatedly depressed. He coughed heavily, then stared at Wu Xie with unkind eyes, and spoke slowly.
"Wu Xie, you have to be clear, you represent Qingjiang University of Communication and Communication, you are still just a student, how can you criticize and curse the Qingjiang Writers Association and their authors on an Internet like Weibo. You know what you're doing, it's really discrediting our college and school! ā
"I know you're a so-called web writer now and might be able to make some money. But after all, you are a student, and your social experience, literary literacy and other aspects are inferior to others, and the Qingjiang Writers Association eats more salt than you eat, so can't you respect them? ā
Shi Liqun glanced at Wu Xie and continued.
"That's it, wait for you to send a Weibo, apologize to the Qingjiang Writers' Association, apologize for your behavior yesterday, and I guarantee that the Qingjiang Writers' Association and the School will not hold you accountable."
The essence flashed, and sure enough, the person who came was not good.
Shi Liqun's mention of yƬ, there is a request for peace, which is clearly a loss of the country and humiliation. Obviously, Qingjiang is an aggressive writer, taking crooked reasoning as the truth, excluding dissidents, and showing himself as a heretic...... How did it end up being my own fault.
What do you mean by me dishonoring the Academy?
Where am I to be disgraced by the Academy!
What is called a web writer.
Lao Tzu is a writer!
Let me apologize?
There were no doors, not even windows.
"Principal, what I did yesterday is worthy of the conscience of heaven and earth, it is the people of the Qingjiang Writers Association who bully others, so I will not apologize in a low manner. And they eat more salt than I eat? Hehe, I don't believe that. If that were the case, they would have had thyroids. ā
"You...... You...... You ......"
Shi Liqun said three words in a row, his face was red with grievances, he had never seen a stubborn and stubborn person.
The strong dragon can't suppress the head snake, in school, I am the head snake, but you, not even a strong dragon, just a humble worm, it's not easy for me to fix you, you kid wait for me.
Bared his teeth, Shi Liqun finally faced Wu Xie with a stern face, and said sternly angrily.
"Qingjiang Writers' Association is right, people like you, the books they write are only worthy of being published on the Internet, they are worthless, and they will be published in a few days, hehe, dream!"
Looking at Shi Liqun's departing back, Wu Xie secretly slandered himself.
Hehe, it's really going to be published in a few days.
Shi Liqun, people like you are still worthy of being the principal!
What is the Qingjiang Writers' Association, it is a retirement place, even people like Wu Changfeng have garbage people, how can I Wu Xie be able to measure and speculate on his achievements on the road of literature in the future.
The Qingjiang Writers' Association is just a small fish and shrimp, but the road to fame in the future must start from stepping on the Qingjiang Writers' Association.
Wait and see!