Lin Miaomiao passed quietly for a few weeks, and the revision of the novel had ended, just waiting for news from the publishing house, and life seemed to be smooth and peaceful.

But the silence made her feel uneasy, like the calm on the eve of a storm, and the silence was terrifying.

Next is the preparation for the second monthly exam, Lin Miaomiao has already sat in the first row of the second class according to the ranking of the monthly exam, although the classmates in the class have kept a distance from her, but there is no deliberate embarrassment of her.

Yu Munan has been in southern Xinjiang for more than half a month, and there has been no news, and she is always a little uneasy in her heart.

During this time, due to the revision of the novel, she communicated with Fang Ming more often, but due to the eyes and ears of the school, the place where she and Fang Ming met was directly changed to the library.

Zhou Yongfang has long been expelled, the atmosphere in the library has improved a lot, and there are more people who come to read books, and Zhu Keqing can be regarded as a heart disease.

On the weekend, Fang Ming came over in the afternoon, not only after Lin Miaomiao finalized the revised draft, but also discussed some matters of the contract.

"The publisher's original intention was to buy out the whole book based on 6 yuan for 1,000 words, but I think the price is lower, and I added 2 yuan for you, a total of 8 yuan and 1,000 words, how about it?" Fang Ming said.

Lin Miaomiao hesitated for a moment, and calculated the number of words in her novel, an 80,000-word novel, eight yuan per thousand words, that is a total of 640 yuan!

This was already very generous in the eighties when prices were extremely low at that time, and Yu Munan's one-month salary was a high salary at that time, only a little more than a hundred months, and she spent nearly two months writing a novel to get his half-year's salary, which was very cost-effective.

But Lin Miaomiao shook her head: "I want to sign a royalty contract with the publishing house, and the basic remuneration for the first draft can be paid to me at eight yuan per thousand words, but if the remuneration for printing is added, I will get eight percent of the royalty!" ”

Fang Ming was stunned for an instant, how did she know about the situation in the publishing industry?

At the beginning, he also mentioned this suggestion to the publishing house, but the editor-in-chief rejected the treaty of printing remuneration on the grounds that Lin Miaomiao was a newcomer, which was actually a disguised attempt to deduct the extra royalties.

It's just that he didn't tell Lin Miaomiao these words, but just mentioned the unilateral meaning of the publishing house.

Unexpectedly, Lin Miaomiao was very shrewd, and even the industry's operation mode was clear, and she directly rejected the buyout of the editor-in-chief.

Fang Ming hesitated for a moment, looked at her suspiciously, and then nodded: "Okay!" I'll fight for you! ”

Lin Miaomiao nodded: "Teacher Fang! If you help me like this, I will give you 20% of the manuscript fee as a reward......"

"What are you talking about!" Fang Ming interrupted her sharply, "I'm not helping you publish a novel, it's not for your remuneration!" ”

Lin Miaomiao looked at him with some surprise, feeling that her words just now probably hurt him, and hurriedly explained: "Teacher Fang, I didn't mean that, I just think that you are working so hard, and this hard work is indispensable!" ”

Fang Ming suddenly stood up coldly and looked at her with a hint of chill: "Lin Miaomiao! Do you really think that what I fancy is your hundreds of dollars? ”

Lin Miaomiao muttered in a low voice: "It's not too little, is it......"

Fang Ming was so angry that he sneered: "It seems that I really overestimated you, your vision is only on these few hundred yuan!" ”

With that, he hurriedly packed up his books, then turned and strode away.