As soon as I opened my eyes, it was the next day.

It was still dark and not fully bright, just half past six in the morning.

It's still hot, though.

Ying Yiji's biological clock made him get up early, go to the toilet, wash his face, and wait for Lin Fang's delicious breakfast.

But I don't know how big the turmoil he caused last night was, blowing away thousands of households in the heat of the hot summer, and coming to a deep cold, comparable to an Arctic ice cave. The scorching heat of midsummer came to the scene again, and the enthusiasm burned the whole nightclub.

The whole of Hong Kong is almost overwhelmed. The ghost blowing lantern is making a splash, and it is expected that there will be a new boom during the rush hour!

However, the life of winning the illness has been taken care of, and life is sometimes so leisurely.

After washing up, I returned to the bedroom, closed the door, and caught a glimpse of the tabletop. The cat bear is still working hard, after friendly negotiation between the two, it guarantees the workload of sixteen hours a day, regardless of whether it participates in the creation or not, in short, it is determined to have a dead workload, and the remaining eight hours a day is freely distributed by it, as long as it is not exposed, then it is easy to say.

The basic obligation of Ying Sick is to ensure that it has food every day, and for its insatiable belly, he has to carry a large number of metal products to it every day. The requirements for this goods are also high, cobalt, tin, lead, copper, iron, nickel, similar to aluminum products these light weight things, it has been completely unsightly, and the mouth is getting more and more mouthful, the metal to eat can not be the same style, need to diversify the weight, the same as people, in short, to win the disease has to change from time to time to turn it to eat.

However, if you pay a little energy and body and a little money, these are converted into the benefits it brings to him, which is completely disproportionate, and he is not dissatisfied at all, but complacent, this is a profiteering business that is more profitable than profiteering.

With a smile on his face, he walked over, and at this time the cat and bear were already in the midst of a sparse noise, quickly decomposing into the shape of a panda.

Ignoring his gaze, the two of them already knew each other and were good friends with a pair of little guesses, just like father and son.

Holding its three cigarettes to himself, he stepped on it. Walked to the upper right corner of the desk, in front of a pile of screwdrivers scattered on the table, squatted down, pouted his round ass, and began to eat with his mouth open.

By the time he walked over and his butt had not touched the chair, he had already eaten everything as tall as it, and smashed his mouth afterwards, with a look of unpleasant face.

I have been raising it for a while, and every day I see that it consumes all kinds of metals that are several times its volume and weight, but the strange thing is that its figure is not out of shape in the slightest.

Win sick and smack his lips and didn't speak.

Leaning back in his chair, he closed his eyes comfortably.

The cat's bear's dark blue electronic eyes flashed. Turned around, sat down, looked at him and said, "Old Bean, I earned it last night."

Although what it said was a little inexplicable, Ying Sick understood it. He didn't move his eyelids, and replied quietly: "That's natural, the first-number-one predators in the Hong Kong Chinese music circle are under his command, and there are a few outstanding senior management, can you not be happy, it will save me a lot of effort in the future."

Seeing his casual appearance, the cat and bear pursed his lips and sneered angrily: "Since Lao Dou has earned it, then I will add food."

Win the illness raised his voice and shouted: "Gagaga, add a yarn, I don't know that you old beans and I am short of money!" Of course, talents can make money for me, but the premise is that I must also be able to do what they want, otherwise who will bird me! ”

Win the sick and said: "I'm not a god, hundreds of thousands of vacancies, I earn it in two months, and I don't seem to talk about it this year!"

Eye-to-eye kung fu, the cat bear said disdainfully: "What's this, as long as I help, it's not a piece of cake."

Just waiting for your words.

Win Sick's eyes flashed, and he smiled with satisfaction: "Not bad, yes, the cat bear is really bullish, oh no, it should be said that the bear is angry, one word, enough bear!"

He straightened his spine.

Boasting about its goodness, if there is no cat and bear, I really don't have the confidence to say that I can earn hundreds of thousands of dollars in two months, and the hundreds of thousands of dollars in this year are not cabbage, even if we don't consider inflation, not many people can earn it in such a short time after a few decades.

The cat's electronic eyes flashed, opened his mouth, and finally held back a sentence: "It's not okay to be full, I want to add food."

Win the sick and said with a smile: "Okay! As long as the company is established and makes money, I will buy you a house as big as delicious food for you to eat, and it doesn't matter if you open it up and eat in the dark. ”

The bear crunched his upper and lower teeth, and said, "You bad old bean, you always write future checks, there are people like you."

Win the illness ignored it, grinned, and still said eloquently: "I'm not going to accompany you."

As he spoke, he stood up, blinked, and said with a stern face: "I'll come to accompany you after I finish boxing and breakfast!"

The bear glared at his back until he was in the middle of the room, stretching his body like a slow-motion motion and punching, before he withdrew his gaze, grimaced, and returned to his notebook appearance.

The corners of his mouth hooked a smile, and his body continued to play a light and slow punch, coming and going in a line, the movements were unpretentious, and the strength was fierce.

There are routines for palm changes and walking and turning, rigidity and softness, this is a compulsory course every day to win the disease, even if it is not used to kill people and defend themselves, exercise is also necessary, this can not be wasted, as the saying goes, the body is the capital of the revolution.

In the room, after a long, long silence, it was finally broken by the sound of hurried footsteps.

In the hallway outside, there was a sound.

It was a woman's voice, "Sick yourself, someone is looking for you." ”

Win the disease has heard it, it is the voice of the winning fairy phoenix.

opened her eyes and walked to the door unhurriedly, took down the towel hanging behind the door, wiped the sweat on her body, and opened the door.

Wearing green clothes, a vest with tender green thin shoulder straps, white linen trousers, and a beautiful and elegant Ying Xianfeng, with a pair of black and white eyes that are clear and traceless, when he saw him come out, he immediately sighed, as if he had completed a job.

"Someone is looking for you outside, it seems to be the editor of some company." This was the first thing she said when she saw Ying Zhiji, her voice was soft and soft, like the sound of a squirping sound when the breeze blew through the treetops, which made Ying Zhiji feel refreshed. Then I heard her continue: "Seeing that he is in a hurry, let him in, alone."

Ying Yiji's eyelids were raised, the expression on his face still did not change, and after glancing at her, he said, "Oh, then let's see."

Closing the door gently, the two of them walked towards the hall one after the other.

Soon, both of them appeared.

Stopped, and looked far away.

At the large round table, covered with an intricately embroidered tablecloth, sat a fat-headed guy with big ears.

He wears a large dark brown suit and a brown tie.

Fatty, greasy pig's head face, round figure like Bajie. If you don't look at his eyes that are narrowed into a slit, and from time to time reveal a shrewd brilliance, it is really easy to mistake him for a pig!

As he looked at the visitor, the pig's eyes lit up. Slowly slipped around him, and a flash of admiration and amazement flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Handsome and elegant, domineering temperament, talented, young and promising, this is the first impression that Ying Sick has given him, and his light has been spread out in front of his works little by little.

At such a young age, it is not so easy to break into such a prestige.

Therefore, when the fat man saw that Ying was sick, he did not treat him as an ordinary hairy boy, but was respectful, put down his body and stood up, and said in a very enthusiastic and respectful tone: "Presumably this is Mr. Win, I can see the true God after looking up for a long time."

At this time, Win Sick has already walked straight over.

The fat man seemed to be a very knowledgeable man, and when he came to win the disease, he himself moved and ran towards him.

Don't look at the huge body, the movement is not slow, otherwise the publishing house will not let him come out to sign a contract to negotiate.

As soon as he stood at a distance of two steps, he had already stretched out his thick fat hand, and quickly held his right hand, like a pig, and said with a smile: "Your novel, I have read it no less than three times, I have read it day and night, horizontally and vertically, no matter how I look at it, it looks good, and it is strange, it just can't get tired of reading." Hey, I think this is a master's novel, a classic! ”

came up with a series of fierce boasts, and his face remained unchanged. The fat man was not moved at all when he saw that his eyes were blazing, and he knew that this trick didn't seem to work. Scolded: This little fox, his heart is firm enough!

The fat man's true thoughts in his heart were also not revealed, he smiled, rolled his eyes a few times, and said, "Oh, by the way, the presumptuous visit early in the morning is really helpless." Please also forgive Mr. Win. ”

"It's nothing, I just want to know if you're there?" Win the sick and his voice floated coldly.

After a pause, the fat man patted his bare brain exaggeratedly, and said apologetically: "Cough, look at my memory, Mr. Win, well, it should be Mr. Win."

While speaking, he took out a business card with his position from his arms and said, "Let me introduce myself first, I am Zhou Dahai, the editor of the editor-in-chief office of Zero to One Publishing House." Our publishing house mainly serves book and print publishing, business/management publications, novels/biographies/classical literature publishing, and sports/recreation/entertainment publications. ”

Win Sick has taken the card and looked at it.

While listening quietly, there was no impatience on his face, nor did he show any other expression, just listened to him silently.

Seeing this, Ying Xianfeng first smiled apologetically at Zhou Dahai, walked closer to the table, stretched out his hand to pour a cup of tea for each of them, and then retreated silently. She was the same as Ying Sick, she came back late last night, and she didn't have as much energy as him, so she couldn't stand it, so she decided to go back to make up for sleep, and she had to go to work later.

Win the sick and both of them don't care.

After she left and returned to her room, Ying Sick cleared her throat and said, "I know, please tell me what you mean."

Seeing this, Zhou Dahai raised his eyebrows in surprise: "I came to sign your masterpiece on behalf of our publishing house this time."

When I heard him introduce himself, Ying Sick had already guessed his purpose, so it was not surprising at all.

Ying Yi approached the chair, sat down, and motioned for him to sit down as well.

After the two of them were seated, Ying Yiji looked at him, the corners of his mouth gradually rose, and he said: "I have heard of your publishing house, Liang Yusheng, Ni Kuang and many other famous artists have published books in your publishing house, and it is a very powerful company."

It's not a casual thing to win, because I've really heard of this publishing house, and Zero to One Publishing House was established in the fifties. It is also a little famous in Hong Kong, to put it simply, this is a commercial publishing house through and through, and he publishes whatever makes money, and his attitude towards this is welcome, because it means that he can make money.

However, he didn't expect that someone would find his address so soon, and he had to admire their vast powers, so I think I should have learned about it through Ming Pao.

In his heart, he didn't show much enthusiasm on his face, and he didn't take the lead in speaking. Only when others open their mouths can the initiative be by their side, and only when bargaining can they maximize their interests.

There was a calculating glint in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly undetectable and sly.

However, he didn't show a stinky face that rejected people thousands of miles away, as if people owed him millions, he wouldn't do it, and he grasped this degree quite well.

This week, the sea obviously ate him, and when he saw his expression, his tone and demeanor became more humble and respectful.

It can be said that there is no longer any contempt for putting yourself in the lowest position.

Ying Sick drank tea calmly, sitting there and looking calm.

"You probably haven't signed up for this book with another publishing company yet!" Seeing that there was no reaction to Ying Zhi's illness, Zhou Dahai blushed and continued to gush: "According to the response of the market, there is no need to say more, everyone knows that this is a good book. So our publishing house decided to give a super high price of 400 words per 10,000 words and buy the publishing rights! ”

"Look?"

Winning the illness is very deep, and when he heard the words, he knew it in his heart, his face was unmoved, and he gently put down the teacup.

His eyes fell on Zhou Dahai.

Win Sick said calmly: "Ten thousand words four hundred and five!"

"Four...... Four hundred and five? ”

Zhou Dahai was choked by Ying Sick's words, like a punch in the face, and it rose by fifty in one sentence, which was too ruthless!

He carefully observed the appearance of Ying Sick, he really didn't look like a cunning and treacherous person, he didn't expect it, he didn't expect it, people are really unseemly!

Zhou Dahai was aggrieved, and opened his mouth to stammer: "Mr. Ying said that he laughed, 400 yuan per 10,000 words is already quite high in the publishing industry, and many writers don't even have half of this number."

Winning the disease is not facing Lao Jin's pit goods, so naturally there will be no softness. And even if it is Lao Jin, if he publishes a book and talks to him now, he will never let go again, because he was also calculating the purpose that Lao Jin can promote, and finally agreed under his pen.

And now it's different, Sou Shen Ji and his own fame have been hit hard, completely out, and there is no worries about winning the disease, IKEA has set a Taiwan oil, and a lot of people will run to the door by themselves, and they don't worry about selling it at all.

Ying Yi smiled slightly, and continued without saying anything: "Ten thousand words four hundred and five!"

No matter what he says, he will bite this number, this is the price he finally gave after investigating the remuneration of novelists at all levels, which can be said to be almost the same as that of a martial arts novelist like Liang Yusheng.

Because it is not divided, 10,000 words are 450 yuan, 100,000 words are 4,500 yuan, 1 million words are 45,000 yuan, and so on, Sou Shen Ji has a total of 1.6 million words, and the total cost is 72,000 yuan.

The whole novel sold to Ming Pao is 91,200 yuan, and after deducting miscellaneous items, it will make at least 90,000 net profits, although the comparison between the two is much less. However, this is not how the money is calculated, because the way the newspaper exclusively serializes and the publisher publishes the book and the collection is different, so it is not surprising that it cannot be compared.

Seeing that he wanted to say something more, Ying Yiji's face showed a trace of impatience, and with a look of love or not, he said heavily: "Ten thousand words four hundred and five!"

Zhou Dahai was shocked by his confidence and means, his chubby face trembled, and he gritted his teeth, "Okay!" It's just 450,000 words, but it can only be published exclusively by our publishing house! This should be indicated in the contract. Although his heart will drip blood, he can only admit it.

Ying Yiji nodded, poured himself a cup of tea, and poured a full cup of tea for Zhou Dahai.

In fact, he can choose several publishing houses to publish together, but the price will undoubtedly be much less, and the procedures will be much more troublesome.

The most important point is that this is a one-shot deal, one hand to hand the manuscript, the other hand to pay the money, as long as you sign a contract, you can get the entire manuscript fee for the whole book at one time!

In fact, don't look at the painful expression on the face of this dead fat man, they didn't lose at all when they won Sou Shen Ji at this price, even if the book was still serialized in Ming Pao, but with the popularity of Sou Shen Ji, their publishing house didn't worry about no one buying it at all, it was just a matter of making more and earning less.

The reason why he really hurts is because he has won the disease and bought out a book at the price of a first-class master, which is also a little too ruthless, you must know that even Jin Yong Gulong has been writing for a long time and has accumulated a lot of fame, and the manuscript fee has gradually increased. There are really very few people like Win Sick, businessmen make profits, so Zhou Dahai's heartache is all for nothing!

Although it was sold at a high price, this is a 1.6 million word tome, which is very rare in these years, after all, there is no computer computer, and the speed of code words is not comparable.

In terms of writing speed, Wen Ruian can write 4,000 words in an hour. In terms of serialization in newspapers and periodicals, Xiao Yat has a record of 17 articles published at the same time. They don't make money much worse than themselves, and it seems that they have to work harder.

Ying Sick Ji smiled mysteriously and said, "Editor Zhou, there is still a deal, I don't know if you want it or not!?"