After getting off work that afternoon, Wang Liangting took the two deputy editors-in-chief to a small teahouse, the teahouse is relatively hidden, and it is not easy to meet acquaintances, and after waiting here for a while, finally two people came over, a long-faced and thin-eyed middle-aged man with gray hair is the iron fan who published a novel in "Zero" with Jin Feilan. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Uncle, what's going on, so anxious to come to us?" Jin Feilan grinned, sat opposite Wang Pavilion, took a peanut and threw it into his mouth, and was about to eat it again, but seeing Wang Pavilion's cold eyes, Jin Feilan quickly sat down, and then said respectfully, "What's wrong?" ”

The iron fan also asked: "Mr. Wang, could it be that the published novel is not a problem?" ”

Shi Ming, who was next to Wang Liangting, put a document on the table and said, "You guys pick it up and take a look at it yourself." ”

Jin Feilan and Tie Fan picked it up and looked at it, and suddenly their hearts were half cold, and they couldn't believe it: "This is impossible, how can the audience rate be so small, the two books add up to less than ten percent!" "A novel must be liked by at least thirty or forty percent of the people before it needs to be published, and now that is less than ten percent, doesn't that mean that the novel is going to be cut? You must know that the novel that Jin Feilan was cut last time had an audience rate of more than 30%.

This is simply terrifying, Jin Feilan doesn't believe it at all, no matter how bad he writes, how can it be so bad! The only reason may be that the data is inaccurate, or those readers are simply blind choices, a hundred readers can explain what the situation, if you choose a thousand, ten thousand, maybe the data is not like this at all. Jin Feilan immediately raised her own objections: "Uncle, this data is not accurate, I am in our area, and my novels are still quite popular." ”

Wang Liangting snorted coldly: "This is all carefully selected by us, I might as well tell you, when selecting the sample, I specially selected a few more from your piece, I am afraid that your data is too poor, even so, this data is still poor like this." I've read your novels, not that they're too badly written, but that they're too well-written. Then forget about "Heaven and Dragon Slayer", I look at "Snow Mountain Flying Fox" in general, why is the reader's liking rate so high! Looks like I'm really underestimating them. ”

Tang Bingdao: "Editor-in-chief Wang, what should I do now?" As soon as the data comes out next week, these two novels will be cut indefinitely, and when we meet on Monday, we may be forced to find two novels to replace. ”

Jin Feilan and Tie Fan were nervous, and hurriedly asked, "Yes, what should I do?" It's not going to be really cut, is it? ”

Wang Liangting said: "Cutting must be cut, even if Yan doesn't say anything, when Manager Cao sees it, he will definitely have to cut, so you prepare for the finale, end next week, give you the manuscript fee, completely cut it, remember to write more during this time, and strive to give you more manuscript fees, plus a little subsidy." ”

Jin Feilan's heart seemed to be blocked by a stone, and the iron fan was not happy, and his face, which was already old, now looked even older.

Jin Feilan finally said: "Cut it, cut it, alas, the thousand-word triangle didn't make long of it, it's only been two weeks, and a total of less than 200,000 words have been written." Jin Feilan sighed, and then looked at Wang Liangting, "Uncle, if it's okay, I'll leave first, it's still reliable to go to the last class, I wrote two novels in your place and died, and I don't even have the money to go to the building like this." ”

"Sit down honestly for me." Wang Liangting was a little angry, Jin Feilan really couldn't support the wall with mud, this time it was also a chance to give him, if he wrote it well, it would not be a problem to raise the price at that time, but when it was written like this, even readers didn't buy it, so you can imagine how rotten it is. However, Wang Liangting was not helpless, so he asked Jin Feilan to sit patiently and listen to him.

"In the past few days, you two have prepared a manuscript well, remember to write it for me, remember that there is no typo, and I will find you a thousand words for one yuan when the time comes." Wang Liangting said, since the last branch activity, several managers of small newspapers have been pestering him to find a few talents to write novels, Wang Liangting has introduced two before, this time he plans to introduce Jin Feilan and Tie Fan to the past, anyway, he can't write anymore, it is better to take advantage of the fact that he has not been cut now, brag about those experiences, and then raise a high price. It's good to sell well, and it's not a loss if it's not good.

Jin Feilan came to the spirit: "Really? ”

The iron fan said: "One yuan for a thousand words, this price is too high." ”

Shi Ming looked at Wang Liangting's confident appearance and asked, "Is it planning to introduce it to other newspapers?" ”

Tang Bingdao: "This is also a good way. ”

Wang Liangting said with a smile: "Taking advantage of the high sales of the "Zero Point" newspaper now, there is no problem in negotiating a good price, that is, you two pay attention, I will find a good one for you, you have to write it for me, don't write it for another two weeks and be cut in half." ”

Wang Liangting thought that there was no big problem, the writer who introduced it to the newspaper last time wrote a good novel, and the price was also a thousand words and five corners, there was no problem, and the sales volume rose by more than 100, which made Wang Liangting believe that there was no problem for these people to write novels, but "Heaven and Dragon Slayer" was written too well, which suppressed their brilliance. So this time, Wang Liangting also felt that there was no problem with asking them for a manuscript fee of one thousand words, as long as it was a novel, it was easy to drive sales.

"Uncle, is it reliable?"

"When did I lie to you?" Wang Pavilion said.

Jin Feilan and Tie Fan glanced at each other, with a smile on their faces, this is one yuan for a thousand words, and you can earn a dollar a day by writing casually: "Thank you, uncle." ”

After Jin Feilan and the iron fan left, Wang Liangting met the manager of a newspaper on the way to other newspapers, Wang Liangting pretended not to see it, and hurried over on the other side of the street, or the manager saw Wang Liangting and took the initiative to shout: "Mr. Wang, don't come to harm." ”

Wang Liangting stopped and looked at him in surprise: "Don't come unharmed, don't come unharmed, I didn't expect to meet Brother Qian on the road." The manager's name is Qian Wen, and he is the manager of a small newspaper

The two exchanged a few words, and then the manager Qian Wen asked, "Brother Wang, have you considered the matter of asking Brother Wang last time?" ”

Wang Liangting's face was embarrassed: "Brother, give me the hardships, now the writers who can be ranked in Shanghai have been divided up by some big newspapers, and some time ago, two people ended their contracts with a big newspaper, and I was introduced to other newspapers." If only some time ago, maybe I could have introduced you to one or two. ”

Qian Wen said nervously: "Then what should I do?" Brother Wang, don't forget, I was ...... some time ago" Qian Wen reminded Wang Liangting that when he invited him to dinner not long ago, he was given a labor allowance of ten yuan, and if he couldn't introduce the writer, the labor fee would have to be refunded.