Chapter 51: , what is a noble person? This is it

Li Heng turned to look at Zou Ping: "Editor Zou, what about you?"

At this critical juncture, Chen Xiaomi and Wang Runwen looked straight at the other party together.

Facing the three pairs of eyes, Zou Ping sighed and said: "30 yuan per thousand words is already the highest manuscript fee standard in the country, and 'Harvest' magazine can only give so much."

Hearing this, Chen Xiaomi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and later her gaze moved to Li Heng, wanting to see what he would decide?

Receiving this stinky woman's gaze, Li Heng didn't understand what the other party was thinking, but he didn't pay attention to it at all, instead tentatively asking:

"Editor Zou, what about royalties, what percentage does your agency set?"

Chen Xiaomi was a bit confused.

Zou Ping was also clueless, subconsciously asking: "What royalties?"

No wonder he asked this.

Because in his ten-plus years of professional career, it was the first time a writer asked about royalties.

Before this, Zou Ping didn't even have this concept in his subconscious.

The two's confused reactions didn't exceed Li Heng's expectations. After all, the first master to take royalties in the later generations was Wang Shuo, and in his impression, it was something two years later.

But he continued to say: "Two, I remember the country issued a policy a few years ago, formulating a royalty ratio of '10,000 copies 5% basic manuscript fee'.

If I say I don't want the manuscript fee, but reach an agreement with your agency on the number of copies manuscript fee..."

At this point, he deliberately paused, looking at the two meaningfully, the meaning was already very obvious.

His heart was very big, knowing it was impossible, knowing the possibility of taking royalties was almost zero, but he wanted to try.

Or rather, even if it didn't happen this time, but with today's paving, maybe it would happen next time?

After all, he had seen big money in his previous life, and his vision and ambition were far greater than his peers.

Wang Shuo could do this in his previous life, so he wanted to see if there was a glimmer of possibility two years in advance?

If there was, then he had done a great thing. With this identity, he could rampage in the literary world in the future, and writers would have to owe him favors.

If it failed, then it was nothing, just tuck his tail and be honest, if it really didn't work, he would turn to another magazine and honestly earn RMB.

Hearing this, Chen Xiaomi and Zou Ping stared at each other, stunned, their first reaction was that Li Heng was young and arrogant, too ignorant of the heights of the world!

Too absurd!

It's true that the country has this policy, but there are policies above and countermeasures below. In reality, no one has taken royalties yet.

Even Mr. Ba, the editor-in-chief of "Harvest" magazine, who had a transcendent status, didn't break the rules and took the manuscript fee honestly.

Chen Xiaomi and Zou Ping unanimously believed: "To Live" is good, it is very great, but it is not good enough for Li Heng to suppress the publishing house as a new writer.

The two editors had twisted faces, silent on the spot.

This scene made the English teacher terrified. She really wanted to persuade Li Heng, but because the occasion was wrong, she didn't say it in the end.

Seeing that Chen Xiaomi and Zou Ping tacitly didn't express their opinions, Li Heng looked at the wall clock and got up: "Two, class is about to start, I have to go to class first, let's meet again in the afternoon."

Seeing that he was really leaving, Zou Ping couldn't hold back at this time and said: "Teacher Li, the matter of the number of copies manuscript fee, there is no precedent before, I can't give you an answer immediately, I have to ask the agency for instructions."

Li Heng smiled and said: "Okay, I'm not in a hurry, please keep my identity secret for me, then see you later."

After speaking, he opened the room door and really left.

Chen Xiaomi looked at his departing back and frowned. Feeling that the check she had painstakingly made became air again.

After a while, Zou Ping, who had calmed down, thanked Wang Runwen: "Teacher Wang, thank you for the trouble today, I have to contact the agency leadership now, so I'll take my leave first."

Wang Runwen sent him to the door, "This is a matter of lifting a hand, Editor Zou is too polite, please go slowly."

Suddenly two left, the room instantly became cold, Chen Xiaomi examined Wang Runwen, especially glanced at her full chest a few times, and finally proposed to leave.

"Ding ling ling... ding ling ling..."

Shanghai, "Harvest" magazine editor-in-chief office.

After the bell rang three times, the editor-in-chief stopped talking to Mr. Ba opposite, got up and picked up the receiver.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Editor-in-chief, it's me, Zou Ping."

Hearing it was Zou Ping, Editor-in-chief Liao glanced at Mr. Ba beside him and hurriedly asked: "How is the situation? How is the follow-up part of 'To Live'?"

Zou Ping replied: "The situation is a bit complicated. But the follow-up part of 'To Live' is very good! Very good! It's a level higher than the previous 40,000 words..."

At this point, Zou Ping paused, feeling he was a bit incoherent, and after wording it, he continued:

"I haven't seen this level of work for a long time. This is the highest-level submission I have received since I entered the industry. I estimate it will be difficult to have another one in the next few years."

Editor-in-chief Liao understood Zou Ping, he was steady and didn't like to brag, he was a practical talent. He said it was good repeatedly, so the follow-up part of "To Live" must not be bad.

Editor-in-chief Liao asked tightly: "Since that's the case, why not take it down as soon as possible? Could it be that 'People's Literature' snatched it?"

"Not yet..."

This was asking the agency for instructions, Zou Ping didn't dare to have any concealment.

Immediately, he told Li Heng's age, knowledge, inspiration source second grandfather, the hundreds or thousands of books he read, and the request for the number of copies manuscript fee from beginning to end.

Not a word missing, no exaggeration, no reduction, focusing on true restoration.

Editor-in-chief Liao listened patiently, his facial expression no better than Chen Xiaomi and Zou Ping, all stunned.

After a while, he looked at Mr. Ba and asked: "Teacher, did you hear it?"

In such a quiet room, naturally he heard it, Mr. Ba smiled and nodded.

Editor-in-chief Liao looked surprised: "17 years old! Less than 18 years old! Wrote 'To Live', how many points do you believe?"

Mr. Ba was silent for a long time, sighing: "Some things are there, they can't be pretended. Didn't you hear that the father is engaged in education? Didn't you hear about those hundreds or thousands of books?"

Editor-in-chief Liao said: "But..."

Mr. Ba waved his hand to interrupt: "Xiao Zou said, the competitor came from the same place as this December, the other party didn't doubt the books and the second grandfather on the spot, then it mostly exists, mostly true."

Editor-in-chief Liao asked: "Do you want Zou Ping to investigate?"

Mr. Ba shook his head, "People who can write 'To Live' are geniuses, not suitable for rash disturbance."

Editor-in-chief Liao nodded after hearing this.

In fact, investigating wouldn't find anything. Even Zou Ping would feel inferior, then this "December" is not to say he is learned, but at least he is full of talent and has real materials.

Thinking through this joint, Editor-in-chief Liao asked for opinions: "Teacher, then the matter of royalties...?"

Mr. Ba asked back: "What is your view?"

Editor-in-chief Liao shook his head: "No precedent!"

Mr. Ba took the teacup, took a sip and said: "Then we have no fate with 'To Live'."

Editor-in-chief Liao asked: "Are you talking about 'People's Literature'?"

Mr. Ba said: "Under the same conditions, who would you take care of first?"

Of course it's a fellow townsman, Editor-in-chief Liao naturally understood this reason: "But the number of copies royalties..."

After the five words "but the number of copies royalties" came out, Editor-in-chief Liao didn't continue, but stared at the teacher.

This made Mr. Ba recall the past events of many writers being short of money and committing suicide, for a long, long time, he put down the teacup and said:

"Writers are not easy, the sky of literature in the new era should be wider and more dazzling."

What is a noble person?

This is it!

Final word!

Editor-in-chief Liao was stunned, knowing what to do, and later ordered the other end of the phone:

"We can agree to some of the requirements proposed by December, but after all, it is breaking the precedent, so it must be limited..."

(End of chapter)