Chapter 52: , royalties

After the 8th period ended, Li Heng rushed to the English teacher's house for the first time.

At this time, Chen Xiaomi and Zou Ping were already there. Wang Runwen helped the two pour tea and water, accompanying them to chat.

Seeing him appear at the door, the three turned their heads together, and the living room, which had conversation sounds, instantly quieted down.

Changing shoes and entering, Li Heng walked over unhurriedly, sat down and apologized: "Just finished class, kept you two waiting."

After the pleasantries were finished, he didn't drag his feet at all, directly entering the theme, asking: "About the matter of number of copies royalties, what do you two say?"

Li Heng looked at Chen Xiaomi, who didn't speak.

Instead, Zou Ping said happily: "The agency indicates that the formal publication agreement must be carried out according to 30 yuan per thousand words.

If the influence is great, the number of copies royalties can only be triggered when the subsequent issuance of the single novel exceeds 300,000 copies."

300,000 copies for a single volume, huh?

If one volume is priced at 3 yuan, then he could get 45,000 yuan for 300,000 copies.

Hiss!

45,000 yuan in the 80s!

What a terrifying amount, comparable to millions or tens of millions in later generations, it startled him suddenly.

Although he didn't understand the literary market of this era, and a single volume breaking 300,000 seemed a bit difficult, the return brought was also solid.

However, Li Heng felt that "Harvest" had already taken good care of him. After all, the formal publication signing agreement still gave him 30 yuan per thousand words, which provided a bottom line for his manuscript fee without the risk of gambling.

Hearing Zou Ping's words, Chen Xiaomi secretly frowned, feeling it was very incredible, didn't expect "Harvest" magazine would really tear open a hole for a new writer.

Even if this hole was semi-conservative, people didn't treat Li Heng badly, didn't they? The front was still paid according to the industry's highest standard.

You have to know that when she reported the matter here to the editor-in-chief, that side was silent for a while, then hung up the phone directly, and there was no follow-up.

In Zou Ping's expectant eyes, Li Heng didn't hesitate too much, agreeing very readily.

Next was the happy publication signing matter. Li Heng had been a businessman, and after carefully reviewing the contract and finding no problems, he signed his name and pressed his fingerprint.

"Teacher Li, welcome to join our 'Harvest' big family, the 4050 yuan manuscript fee will reach your hands within a week.

If there are manuscripts later, I hope you will prioritize us."

The moment the agreement was signed, Zou Ping breathed a huge sigh of relief, enthusiastically and actively shaking hands with him.

"Everything is easy to talk about, thank you Editor Zou!" Li Heng also reached out and shook hands with the other party.

He said this sincerely, without any perfunctory meaning.

After all, "Harvest" looked up to him, and while opening special privileges for him, didn't embezzle his manuscript fee.

Just for these two generous and righteous points, he had to remember it for a lifetime.

In fact, what he didn't know was that the reason "Harvest" magazine could treat him so tolerantly was because Mr. Ba saw that he could write "To Live" at such a level at a young age, and had a love for talent.

Although 4050 yuan manuscript fee according to the standard of 30 yuan per thousand words seems not small, for a large magazine like "Harvest", it is just sprinkling some water, not painful or itchy, and doesn't hurt any skin.

Of course, "Harvest" is not a fool, and there is also an account.

If the influence of "To Live" is large enough, enough to support the issuance of a single volume, and can break the number of 300,000 copies, then the income brought to the magazine will be millions, and paying him that little money is not too much, this is a win-win situation.

The question is, can "To Live" produce such great influence?

Li Heng has no bottom in his heart?

Does "Harvest" magazine have a bottom in its heart?

Everything is an unknown, just have to wait...!

Zou Ping returned fully loaded and left happily.

At the school gate, Li Heng looked at the other party's departing back, muttering in his heart: Damn it! 5% royalties is still too little.

However, he knew this matter couldn't be rushed. People breaking the rules for him was already a huge favor.

Later, when he writes a second good novel and has enough confidence, he will raise the price with them again.

Since Zou Ping agreed to the number of copies royalties, Chen Xiaomi knew she had completely lost her chance.

But she didn't leave immediately, but watched the absurd thing happen with a curious heart.

That's right, royalties in her eyes were extremely rebellious and absurd things. No one mentioned it before, and no one dared to mention it.

And now...

What surprised and made her think it was incredible was: Li Heng, who was just starting out, didn't know the heights of the world and not only mentioned it, but Mr. Ba actually agreed.

All this, almost unimaginable!

If this matter were poked out, I don't know how much waves it would set off.

The reason why she could accurately guess that it was Mr. Ba's meaning behind it.

Is because, relying solely on the title of editor-in-chief of a "Harvest" magazine, one wouldn't have this courage, after all, it touched the interests of all publishing houses. Only a transcendent figure like Mr. Ba wouldn't be afraid.

At this moment, Chen Xiaomi's mood looking at Li Heng was unprecedentedly complex.

Even a thought popped up in her heart: If she had known he had such a heaven-defying talent earlier, let alone breaking up the mandarin ducks last summer vacation, she would have probably persuaded her sister-in-law to accept Aunt Run'e's proposal.

Aunt Run'e... this is really a long-lost address, haven't called it like this for a long time.

Seeing Li Heng look over, Chen Xiaomi collected her thoughts and inexplicably said to him:

"You are very powerful, everyone has misjudged you."

Everyone she refers to, refers to the whole Chen family, and also refers to those long-tongued women in the village who watch the play.

She couldn't imagine, if the matter of Li Heng becoming a great writer spread to the village, what kind of sensation it would cause?

What kind of dramatic change would the attitude of the villagers be?

I guess, the threshold of the Li family, which is now deserted, will be lively again, right?

After all...

After all, there are not many people in the country who can write works comparable to "To Live".

Chen Xiaomi didn't know why her brain cramped to praise him just now, but the words had already been spoken and couldn't be taken back, so she had to keep her face indifferent.

Li Heng was also a bit stunned, thinking he had a hallucination.

Ha! This woman praises herself to her face?

Is it an international joke?

You have to know, this woman was the first time saying good things about him in his past and present lives, damn it, the sun really came out from the west!

Li Heng wanted to say thank you, but it instinctively turned into a nod.

The two looked at each other, didn't speak again, Chen Xiaomi politely expressed gratitude to the English teacher, then walked away indifferently, without looking back.

After Chen Xiaomi's motorcycle disappeared on the road, Wang Runwen joked: "Not bad, conquered an enemy."

How far is this!

That woman from the Chen family is not so easy to conquer completely.

But the English teacher, so big.

Li Heng subconsciously stole a glance, then hurriedly turned and walked into the school gate.

Wang Runwen crossed her arms, coldly watching him from behind.

Almost cursed: Are all people from Shangwan Village sick? The women are like this, and the men are like this.

(End of chapter)