"Writer Lin, according to the convention, after the writer signs a contract with the publishing house, the copyright is also handed over to the publishing house for operation." Fang Jiangnan said cautiously.

Lin Bufan smiled and said: "Copyright is the most valuable thing, Jin Daxia's "Condor Heroes", "Dragon Babu" and other works, collect a lot of copyright fees, his copyright is in his own hands, handed over to you to operate, who knows how much income." ”

"Writer Lin, don't worry, we all have a breakdown of copyright income, and we won't fail to tell you."

"Come on, after all, the publishing house is also a company, and it also wants to make more money, so how to make more money? It is nothing more than exploitation from writers. Lin Bufan said sharply.

Fang Jiangnan's scalp was numb, and in the face of Lin Bufan, he always had no gaps to drill, "Writer Lin, our publishing house is very influential in the hot summer, and libraries all over the country are in contact with us. There is no shortage of talents in this world, but it is an institution that operates for talents, you have the ability to know, but you also need to rely on our publishing house to open the market, in order to have channels, without channels, how do you promote, this is like the relationship between products and TV stations, no advertising, no matter how good your products are, others will not buy them. ”

Lin Bufan opened the computer with a smile and clicked into a Chinese station.

At that time, the red sleeves were fragrant and the banyan tree had begun to take shape.

Lin Bufan pointed to the recommendation on the webpage and said: "In the future, paper media will decline, online literature will rise, your publishing house will rely on its own channels in order to be the king and hegemon, but more and more people are starting to read books on the Internet, do you know what the number of daily visitors to this website is?" Let me tell you, it's 500,000, there are 500,000 readers reading books, there are many such Chinese stations, I can completely use the Internet to open channels, and do not sell copyrights. ”

"After all, the Internet cannot cover all the people, and our paper media is different, newspapers, books, and magazines will always be the mainstream." Fang Jiangnan does not believe that everyone will be able to access the Internet in the future, "Also, do you know how much it costs to spend an hour online, not every student and every family can afford it." ”

Lin Bufan smiled and opened the "First Close Contact" by Cai, the originator of the 98-year-old online article, at that time, this tens of thousands of words of online article had millions of views, and it also caused heated discussions in major forums.

"Have you read the online article of "The First Close Contact"? If you read it, do you dare to say that there is no future for the development of online articles in the future? Lin Bufan sneered a few times and continued, "Technology is developing, and in the future, everyone can afford to use a mobile phone, and mobile phones can also directly access the Internet, and the Internet fee for a year is also affordable for people." ”

"Writer Lin, a computer is more than 10,000, and a mobile phone is also 10,000 smaller, there are not many families with mobile phones and computers, and paper media will not decline." Fang Jiangnan said unconvinced, "Since the paper was found, paper media is the most important medium for people to access knowledge, it has existed for thousands of years, and it is not that you say that it will decline." ”

Lin Bufan smiled, "Forget it, you'll know in the future." ”

After the rise of online literature, books are becoming more and more difficult to sell.

"Writer Lin, I admit that you have literary talent and are a rare talent, but you should not be arrogant, writers have always needed the help of publishing houses to become famous."

"I don't want to be famous, if I want to, I just buy a book number, and then find a printing house to print the book, and sell it directly."

"Hahahaha......" Fang Jiangnan smiled, "Do you know how much it costs to print 1 million books?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

It's Zhang Yini.

"Xiaolin, I have something to tell you, don't bother?" Zhang Yini smiled politely at Fang Jiangnan.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"The nursing home still needs 10 million yuan to purchase equipment, and the cost of the next three large gardens is 3 million...... A total of 15 million is spent, do you see it? Zhang Yini took the document and said to Lin Bufan.

"Well, there are more than 50 million anyway, and there is no problem with the expenditure of 15 million, go for it." Lin Bufan bowed slightly, with a leadership posture.

"Well, then I'll do it according to this plan." Zhang Yini took out a business card and handed it to Fang Jiangnan, "Hello editor, I am the owner of this hotel." ”

Fang Jiangnan was stunned, tens of millions of business?

"Hello, I'm the editor of Changjiang Publishing House, and my surname is Fang." Fang Jiangnan also gave Zhang Yini a business card.

After Zhang Yini left, Fang Jiangnan swallowed his saliva and looked at Lin Bufan in disbelief, "You...... Do you have any other businesses? ”

"Well, yes, I never thought of making money by writing books, and how can I make money by writing books." Lin Bufan smiled, pointed to the vast city outside the window and said, "In the future, the city will undergo earth-shaking changes, Editor Fang, I will give you a wind, buy a few more houses, and it will increase more than ten times in the future." ”

"Nonsense, can a house be worth that much?"

At that time, the unit was still divided into houses, and ordinary people did not have such a keen vision.

"Editor Fang, don't you know that the houses in the Economic Development Zone have now tripled?"

In those days, there was a delay in the flow of information, and housing prices were rising, so you had to go to the housing price exchange or go to the real estate agency to find out.

"Is there such a thing?" Fang Jiangnan was busy writing, revising, and editing manuscripts all day long, and basically turned a deaf ear to what was happening in the market.

"Well, if you have money, hurry up and invest in the economic development zone to ensure that you make money." Lin Bufan patted Fang Jiangnan's shoulder and said.

Fang Jiangnan's brain was "buzzing", and he said after a while: "I came today to talk about publishing matters, how can I talk about the house, Writer Lin, our cooperation is a strong alliance." I hope you think about it. ”

"I'm not saying it, I'm willing to cooperate with your publishing house, but I don't sell the copyright."

"......" Fang Jiangnan frowned for a long time, stood up and said, "I'll go back and discuss this matter with the editor-in-chief." ”

"Okay, I'm not in a hurry anyway."

Fang Jiangnan can be regarded as having seen it today.

At that time, writers wished to rely on publishing houses, and they had to rely on publishing houses to publish books and become famous.

However, Lin Bufan is different, he is not determined to write books and publish books, and he has other businesses to do.

To put it bluntly, Lin Bufan is not short of money.

For a person who is not short of money, if you want to control the copyright, then how is it possible, it's a big deal that I won't write this book.

After returning to the publishing house, Fang Jiangnan told the matter again, and the editor-in-chief Yu Hai was annoyed after hearing it: "What a stinky boy, he doesn't even take our publishing house in his eyes and doesn't authorize us to copyright, so it's a fart to cooperate, don't want any "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", let him hell with it." ”

"Editor-in-chief, but I heard Dean Shen retell the story of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", and I think it is really a very good book, and it will definitely sell well if it is published."

"That kid is too arrogant, and I'm not looking for him anymore." Editor-in-chief Yu Hai slapped the table and shouted angrily.

At this time, the phone rang, it was a call from the library, saying that the second half of "The Legend of the Nine Swords" was out of stock, and asked the publishing house to print tens of thousands of copies quickly.

Yu Hai grabbed his hair, roared, and after calming down, he said slowly: "Agree to this kid's request." ”

The copyright was not given to the publisher, which was simply not possible at the time.

In the past few days, Lin Bufan has repeatedly recalled the major events in the next ten years, and he remembered that there was a news sensation in December 98 that caused a sensation across the country.

That was the famous "treasure" incident.

The incident occurred in Jiujie Village, where more than 2 billion worth of property was dug up, which is the value of 98 years, and if it is put into 2020, it will be worth at least more than 10 billion.

In 99 the gold rush network will be established.

In 2000, the United States bonds will usher in a peak.

In 01, Guoguo mobile phones were popular in China.

All kinds of doors to make money will open, and Lin Bufan needs money, a lot of money.

He once thought about finding a venture capital company, but even if the venture capital company could invest in him, the company's equity would be taken by the venture capital company, which would be detrimental to the company's future development

What Lin Bufan admires most is the Colin Pharmaceutical Company in the United States, which is not listed, but everyone knows that this company is very rich.

The ones who are really rich are the ones that don't go public.

The real super-rich are invisible behind the scenes.

After asking for a week off from school, Lin Bufan set off towards Jiujie Village.

He didn't tell Zhang Yini and Xu Da that he was going to hunt for treasure.

Jiujie Village is located in Qinzhou City, Jiangbei Province.

During the Ming Dynasty, Jiujie Village had many gentry and officials, but now it is a poor village.

Lin Bufan bought a train ticket to Qinzhou, and he was still trying to recall in his mind what the location of Jiujie Village was.

"Lin Bufan?" A crisp voice rang out.

Lin Bufan opened his eyes and looked at it, and when he saw it, he was stunned: "Teacher Ning? ”

Teacher Ning's name is Ning Yiyao, 23 years old, a normal graduate, and she interned at Donghai High School for three months in her senior year, when Ning Yiyao took Lin Bufan's class.

At that time, Lin Bufan's mother Zhang Xiuyue was not sick, and he was still carefree.

When Ning Yiyao's internship expired and he was about to leave Donghai High School, Lin Bufan boldly confessed to Ning Yiyao.

Lin Bufan likes big sisters and mature women.

"What a coincidence. I'm still sitting next to you. "Ning Yiyao is even more moving and bright than before.

Lin Bufan's heart suddenly beat faster, and he hurriedly moved his buttocks.

After taking a seat, Ning Yiyao asked, "Where are you going?" ”

"Qinzhou."

"Me too, but after I get to Qinzhou, I have to transfer to Jiujie Village."

Lin Bufan chuckled in his heart and asked, "What are you doing in Jiujie Village?" ”

"You don't know, I'm teaching in Jiujie Village."