Siheyuan, a comfortable life under Zhengyang Gate

Chapter 239 Master is about to publish a book
"Apprentice."

"Master Hou, why are you here?"

"I'm here to find my apprentice, is he here?"

"Mr. Yang is at the restaurant. You sit down for a while and have a cup of tea first. I'll call you."

"Okay, please excuse me."

"You're welcome."

The head waiter in the lobby saw the person coming and knew that this person was the master of the big boss, so he quickly invited him to sit down and served a pot of hot tea.

Get the old man settled down, and the foreman will go to the chef training and dish innovation research and development department in the back to call the big boss.

"My master is here?"

"Yes, it's in the lobby on the first floor. I think Lord Hou is in a hurry. He seems to have something to do with you."

"Master Peng, keep busy. My master is looking for me, so I'll take a look."

Yang Yukun was studying cooking knowledge with Peng Changhai and others in the chef training and dish innovation research and development department. The foreman in the lobby came and said that his master had come to the store.

Putting down the kitchen knife, taking off the apron, and washing his hands, Yang Yukun came to the front hall.

"Master, why are you here?"

"Teacher, look what this is."

"Publishing contract?"

Yang Yukun took a few pieces of paper from the master and took a look, and found that it was actually a book publishing contract.

"That's right, I just signed it an hour ago, and my first book as a teacher will be published in a few days."

When he first learned that he had been sorting out his collection experience for so many years, Tuer suggested that he could send his experience of collecting for so many years to the publishing house for publication.

Being idle is also idle, and Poor Hou listened to Tuer's advice, and based on his years of experience in collecting, he wrote a popular science book on Ming and Qing porcelains.

He named the book he wrote "The Broken Hou Explains Qing Dynasty Porcelain".

After the book was finished, he submitted a manuscript to the Imperial Capital Ancient Books Publishing House.

The publishing house asked him to come back and wait for news. After waiting for so long, finally there was news.

yesterday afternoon.

He received a reply from the Imperial Capital Ancient Books Publishing House, saying that his book had met the publishing standards of the Imperial Capital Ancient Books Publishing House and could be published.

This morning, he personally went to the Imperial Capital Ancient Books Publishing House to sign the publishing contract.

Back at Qianmenlouzi, he planned to share the good news with Tuer as soon as possible.

If it wasn't for his disciple's suggestion, he wouldn't even dare to think that he would have a chance to become a writer in his entire life.

He went to Tuer's house first, then went to the tavern and the small cafeteria, but he didn't find Tuer.

The son-in-law said that this kid sent his apprentice daughter-in-law to Zhiweilou Restaurant, so he came to Zhiweilou Restaurant.

"Master, congratulations. When your book is published, you must give a copy to your apprentice for collection."

Master's book is confirmed to be published, and Yang Yukun is very happy for Master.

After the master submitted a manuscript to the Imperial Capital Ancient Books Publishing House, he did not receive any news for a long time. The master was also worried that the collection experience he had compiled could not meet the publishing standards of the publishing house.

Now that the contract is signed, the master can finally rest assured.

Broken Hou waved his hand and said, "Okay, after a few days the book for my teacher will be published, I will give you a copy signed by me."

"Thank you master, that disciple will wish the master a great success in advance."

"necessary."

"Master, you old man has made a lot of money again, shouldn't you treat your apprentice to a good meal?"

Yang Yukun took a look at the publishing contract signed by the master. The payment method is the basic manuscript remuneration plus the remuneration for the number of copies.

According to the new remuneration standard formulated by the Party Group of the State Publishing Bureau, the manuscript is three to ten yuan per thousand words, and the translation is two to seven yuan per thousand words.

Because the master is a newcomer, the publishing house paid him five yuan per thousand characters.

The number of words in the master's "Battered Hou Explaining Qing Dynasty Porcelain" is quite a lot, and the basic remuneration alone can get several thousand yuan.

As for the remuneration for the number of copies, the higher the sales after the book is published, the more remuneration for the number of copies you get.

Nowadays, many people like to play collections. I believe that after the publication of this professional book on Ming and Qing porcelains by the master, the sales volume should not be too bad.

"Please, apprentice, book a table with me at your place for tomorrow at six o'clock in the afternoon. I want to treat guests for my teacher. When the time comes, take your old father-in-law's family, Guan Laotou, Niu Ye, Pian'er Ye, and Xiao Wu to the table." Boy, and that girl Xiao Xing, call them all."

"Okay, master, what are the requirements for the dishes?"

"The signature dishes are very good, and I will prepare a few jars of wine for the teacher."

"Come on, don't worry, master, I'll arrange it, and I promise to let you have face in front of Uncle Guan and the others tomorrow."

"You still understand me, kid."

Broken Hou came to Zhiweilou Restaurant to look for his apprentice. Besides telling him the good news about his book publication, the second thing he did was to book a table.

He had already received the basic manuscript fee from Imperial Capital Ancient Books Publishing House after the contract was signed.

Inviting guests to dinner is a must.

He has become a writer, no matter what, he has to have a good time in front of old buddies Guan, Niu, and Pian'er.

"Teacher, let's go first as a teacher, and go to the opposite side to see Ezi and Xiao Liu."

"Master, it's time for lunch, you can go after lunch."

"I won't eat lunch, let's go."

"Master, please slow down."

"Row."

After the master left, Yang Yukun arranged for someone to book tomorrow's table for the master, and the dishes were ordered according to the number of people having dinner tomorrow.

This table is on his account.

The master came to eat at the apprentice's restaurant. As an apprentice, how could he really take the master's money.

"Xiao Kun."

"Daughter-in-law, are you done?"

"I'm done. I heard that the master is here. Where are the others?"

Xu Jingping finished the work in hand and came down from upstairs.

On the second floor, I met the foreman in the lobby, and the foreman told her that Yang Yukun's master was coming.

I looked down, but there was no one in sight.

"gone."

"It's time for dinner, why don't you stay with the master for lunch?"

"I'll stay. If the old man insists on leaving, there's nothing I can do."

"Why are you here, master?"

"Master's first book will be published soon, come here to announce the good news to my disciple, and book a table in our restaurant by the way, and treat everyone to dinner at our restaurant at six o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

"Master's book is going to be published?"

"Yes, the contract was signed today."

"Master has become a writer, so we should treat you to this meal."

"I definitely can't really take the master's money, and put it on the account at that time."

"I didn't expect Master's book to be published."

Yang Yukun told her about this before, but she didn't expect it to happen, Xu Jingping felt a little unbelievable.

After all, no one in Qianmenlouzi knew about Yang Yukun's previous situation.

His shoes are broken, his hat is worn out, his clothes are worn out, and he is carrying a broken sack in his hand, walking around the streets to collect broken things, that's why everyone gave him the nickname "Trash Lord".

Now Broken Hou has transformed into a writer who can publish books.

If the people in Qianmen Louzi knew about this, they would be shocked.

(End of this chapter)