The heavens set sail from the courtyard

Chapter 290 Complaint
Feng Huacheng knew that Wang Gang was paid a lot for his manuscripts and could make money, but he didn't expect such an exaggeration.

In other words, he didn't expect that there would be such a big gap between domestic remuneration and Xiangjiang.

Feng Huacheng also published poems before, and received remuneration, usually ranging from five yuan to 15 yuan per thousand characters.

This price is already considered very high. The income of a full-time writer is about 100 yuan per month, which is considered a high-income group.

Originally, Feng Huacheng thought that Wang Gang was the same.

"Is Xiangjiang's remuneration so high?" Feng Huacheng turned to Wang Gang and asked.

"It wasn't that high before, but Xiangjiang's economy has developed rapidly in recent years, prices have also risen, and wages have naturally increased." Wang Gang explained:
"And there are only a small number of people who enjoy the remuneration of [-] thousand characters, and most of them are paid around [-] to [-] thousand characters."

Xia Chenglong added: "Xiangjiang's current development is almost changing day by day, and Mr. Zhou's remuneration for the third part of Shooting the Condors will also increase."

Feng Huacheng understood Xia Chenglong's meaning, that is to say, Wang Gang's manuscript remuneration will be increased, and there is a high probability that it will exceed a thousand words and a hundred yuan, or even higher.

Wang Gang didn't care too much, because he knew that the real big deal was the copyright share, and the remuneration was a one-off sale. Only with the copyright in hand could he obtain a steady stream of income.

During the peak period of Mr. Jin, the copyright share of several novels was calculated in "[-] million", and more importantly, the copyright could be passed on to future generations as an inheritance.

Looking at it from another perspective, even if Wang Gang dies unexpectedly now, his family can still get his copyright income, and he will have no worries about food and clothing for a lifetime, which is safer than buying life insurance.

At this moment, Feng Huacheng's mind was full of whirlwinds, and he was always thinking about the remuneration for the manuscript.

He works in the Capital Library, and his monthly salary is about 50 yuan. Even with some writing income and subsidies from his unit, the total sum is less than [-] yuan.

I worked hard for a month, and it might be the money for Wang Gang to write a novel for half an hour. Feng Huacheng felt unbalanced.

"Mr. Xia, I don't know what kind of articles your newspaper likes." Feng Huacheng's eyes were full of money.

Xia Chenglong took a look at Wang Gang, then turned to Feng Huacheng and said, "Because our newspaper has Mr. Zhou's Condor Shooting, we don't consider martial arts themes any more."

Feng Huacheng said anxiously: "I can also write other articles."

Xia Chenglong said impatiently: "Mr. Feng, to be honest, your writing is very good, but it is really not suitable for our newspaper."

Hearing this, Feng Huacheng was very disappointed, and his whole body went numb.

Wu Sansheng didn't want to offend Wang Gang, no matter how Feng Huacheng was Wang Gang's brother-in-law.

"Mr. Feng, if you have a good work, our publishing house will accept it."

Feng Huacheng's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Really?"

Wu Sansheng took out a book from his bag and handed it to Feng Huacheng.

"Novels with this kind of subject are very popular in Xiangjiang now. If Mr. Feng can write this type and keep the style of writing, I guarantee it will be published, and the manuscript fee is not impossible."

Feng Huacheng took the book and blushed when he saw the cover.

Because the cover of the book that Wu Sansheng handed over was a woman in a very bold dress, the clothes on her body were no different.

This kind of cover can attract attention at first glance, but it also tells everyone that this is not a serious book.

Feng Huacheng patiently flipped through a few pages, and soon confirmed his conjecture that this is a voluptuous novel.

"You want me to write something like this." Feng Huacheng stood up angrily, his face flushed red.

Wu Sansheng quickly explained: "Mr. Feng, the book you are holding is the best-selling novel of our publishing house. It has sold 100 million copies in Southeast Asia this year alone, and the author can earn 10 yuan a year."

Feng Huacheng's eyes widened, he took a breath, then turned his head to look at Wang Gang and asked:
"Bingkun, have you written this type of book?"

Wang Gang immediately shook his head and said, "What I wrote is martial arts, and it has nothing to do with this."

Wu Sansheng smiled and said, "If Mr. Feng wants to write about martial arts, it's not impossible. As long as he has the level of Mr. Zhou, our publishing house will accept it."

Feng Huacheng sent back the book in his hand and said, "I can also write martial arts."

Wang Gang raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

Everyone can write novels, but not many people write well. It's not that Wang Gang looks down on Feng Huacheng. He doesn't even know what martial arts is, so how can he write good martial arts novels.

Wu Sansheng didn't know this, and said enthusiastically to Feng Huacheng: "If Mr. Feng has any works, you can send them to me in the future. My address in Xiangjiang is..."

Feng Huacheng sent down the address carefully, thinking that he would retreat and write when he went back, and he must compare his brother-in-law to make his wife feel proud.

Next, Wang Gang talked with Wu Sanxing about the publication of Shooting Condors, and roughly finalized all the details. After the formal contract is issued, Xiangjiang can officially publish it.

Feng Huacheng listened to the whole process. When he learned that Wang Gang's income from a novel was at least six figures.

The next day, Wu Sansheng and Xia Chenglong returned to Xiangjiang, and Wang Gang also added all the things in the house and prepared to return to Jichun.

Zhou Rong and Feng Huacheng left one day earlier, intentionally avoiding Wang Gang, and Wang Gang was also happy.

Since he and Zhou Rong have already torn faces, there is no need to maintain superficial skills.

Wang Gang took the train for another two days before arriving in Jichun, and Zheng Juan came to pick him up on a bicycle.

"Bingkun, is the trip to the capital going well this time?" Zheng Juan put her husband's luggage in the back seat of the car, and the two walked back together.

"It's going very well. Not only is the house finished, but the contract at Xiangjiang has also been signed, and it will be printed as soon as a year later." Wang Gang smiled and said, "Is the house okay?"

Zheng Juan's complexion darkened, and she said: "After you left, our father will go to Jichun the same day, and the elder brother will pick him up. My sister and brother-in-law also arrived yesterday, but..."

Seeing Zheng Juan's hesitant to speak, Wang Gang basically guessed what it was.

"Did Zhou Rong sue me?"

Zheng Juan stopped suddenly and asked, "Did you really hit your sister?"

Wang Gang dared to admit it, nodded and said: "Yes, I slapped her, but she should have slapped her."

"Dad was very angry, and said he wanted to seek justice for my sister." Zheng Juan took Wang Gang's arm and said, "Don't argue with Dad when you get back later, take the initiative to admit your mistake, and this matter will pass."

Wang Gang stretched out his right hand, put his arms around Zheng Juan and said, "Don't worry! I know what to do.

Zhou Bingyi didn't say anything bad about me in front of Dad? "

Zheng Juan shook her head and said: "No, brother is not at home these two days, it seems that sister-in-law's family has something to do."

When Wang Gang heard this, he snorted coldly, this Zhou Bingyi really wanted to be his son-in-law, and it was rare for him to be reunited with his parents. He only had his senior official father-in-law and his mother-in-law in his heart.

"Don't blame your elder brother, he's caught in the middle, it's actually quite pitiful." Zheng Juan persuaded.

"That's what he asked for, maybe he would like it in his heart!" Wang Gang sneered.

The husband and wife walked home slowly, and as soon as they reached the door, they saw Zhou Zhigang hugging Zhou Cong with a smile on his face, standing in the yard basking in the sun.

"Good grandson, call me Grandpa." Zhou Zhigang hugged Zhou Cong dotingly, and kept making him happy.

The one-year-old Zhou Cong couldn't speak, but Zhou Zhigang still enjoyed it.

"Dad, I'm back." Wang Gang stepped forward to say hello.

Zhou Zhigang's original smiling face instantly retracted.

"You know how to come back, kid." Zhou Zhigang yelled angrily, perhaps a little loudly, and Zhou Cong cried in fright.

Zhou Zhigang was startled when he heard Zhou Cong crying, and quickly hugged him to coax him.

"Xiao Congcong is good, grandpa is sorry for you, grandpa scared you."

Seeing how humble Zhou Zhigang was coaxing his grandson, Wang Gang couldn't help but smile.

In his memory, Zhou Zhigang never treated him like this, even Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Rong never coaxed him.

This may be one thing and one thing.

"Why is the child crying?" Li Suhua heard Zhou Cong crying and walked out of the room on purpose.

Zhou Zhigang handed his grandson to Li Suhua, took off his shoes and beat Wang Gang.

Wang Gang threw the bag away and hid behind Zheng Juan.

"You bastard, come out and see if I don't beat you to death." Zhou Zhigang shouted angrily.

"Father, why did you hit me!" Wang Gang asked knowingly.

"How dare you say it, tell me, did you slap your sister!" Zhou Zhigang said angrily.

"Old Comrade Zhou, you need to change your habit of hitting Zhou Rong as soon as you meet. I did hit Zhou Rong, so why don't you ask me why I hit Zhou Rong." Wang Gang stood up from behind Zheng Juan and straightened his chest Said.

Zhou Zhigang was taken aback. He had never seen his youngest son like this. Before when he made a move, the youngest son would either suffer or hide. He had never been so confident as today.

"You are justified in beating someone!" Zhou Zhigang became even more angry, and shouted, "You are a younger brother and a man, how could you fight your sister?"

Wang Gang said: "Zhou Rong wants to hit me, I can't just stand there and hit her!"

Zhou Zhigang said angrily, "I've made it clear that your sister wanted to beat you because you splashed water on her face."

Wang Gang asked again: "Then she didn't say why I splashed water on her face?"

(End of this chapter)