Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 378 “Since it’s beautiful, why wouldn’t I want to?”

"How can I ask this?" Ma Weidu replied: "However, with the royalties for writing novels and the dead salary as an editor, he is not so rich, right? Is he rich at night?"

Wang Shuo thoughtfully said: "Fang Minghua's wife's family has a background. They are all soldiers. His grandfather is in the General Administration of Military Affairs after his retirement. I also know his brother Song Yuemin. Could it be the money provided by the daughter-in-law's family?"

"Oh, I didn't expect Fang Minghua to be the son-in-law of our big courtyard brother." Ma Weidu laughed and said, "That's half a big courtyard brother."

"Well, let me tell you, then Fang Minghua and we are not the same people."

"Look what you said, I think Fang Minghua is pretty good. He still has two brushes when it comes to appreciating calligraphy and painting."

"You guys have the same bad taste!" Wang Shuo laughed and scolded after hearing this.

"Hey, it seems that you are not? Do you also write novels like him?" Ma Weidu retorted: "And you also signed some great agreement with Yanhe!"

"Actually, that's a contract of betrayal." Wang Shuo laughed at himself.

Ma Weidu shook his head after hearing this.

"No, it's the copyright income from writing novels!"

Lu Yao gets up on time in the morning. First he cooks. After eating, he has another important task to do: sending his daughter to school.

"It's not domestic, it's Xiangjiang! Abroad! I heard people say that Fang Minghua has popular novels published in Hong Kong and abroad. They are very popular, and the copyright income is naturally quite a lot."

But there was a "bang" sound, and Wang Shuo put the beer glass heavily on the table.

Xijing.

In fact, what they didn't expect was that someone in China had already received copyright income.

"You think beautiful!"

Of course, this does not affect the friendship between the two.

Wang Shuo himself had to admit this.

As soon as this topic was mentioned, Ma Weidu quickly moved on to other topics. Wang Shuo, who was usually chatting and laughing, seemed a bit silent today and just kept drinking beer.

"Damn it, when will royalties be implemented in China?!"

"Copyright income? How much copyright income does domestic novels have?" Ma Weidu asked.

"Since it's beautiful, why wouldn't I want to?" Wang Shuo asked.

"If this is true, then this matter can be explained." Ma Weidu took over the words: "There is a world of difference between copyright income and royalties. This guy Fang Minghua is very smart."

"Where did it come from? From my daughter-in-law's family? Or is she doing business secretly?" Ma Weidu asked.

He knew that his friend, who was humble on the surface, was actually arrogant. Especially after publishing some novels in the past two years, he seemed even more crazy.

My daughter-in-law, Linda, has to go to work, so naturally she has to take her daughter to school.

Since he temporarily stopped writing due to illness, Lu Yao's life has become more regular. He no longer stays up late and gets up early and goes to bed early every day.

"Okay, okay, just think of it beautifully, come and drink, drink." Ma Weidu raised his glass.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you pretending to be serious?" Ma Weidu asked.

"I know where Fang Minghua got the money to buy calligraphy and paintings!"

Every morning, I took my daughter with me and rode the 28-inch big bumper to Nanmen Primary School, not far from the community, and then went to the market to buy vegetables.

After returning home, I wash the vegetables and go to school to pick up my daughter on time at noon. My wife comes back from work and cooks. The same goes for the afternoon. In my free time, I read more books at home, listen to the radio and watch black and white TV, and then exercise appropriately. , the day was quite fulfilling.

But today, after sending his daughter off, he did not go to the market to buy groceries. Instead, he rode straight to the Shengshi Book Company near Duanlumen. Yesterday, the company's general manager Zhao Hongjun sent someone to his home to tell him to come to the company tomorrow morning to prepare for the settlement of copyright income from the first two parts of "The Ordinary World".

I rode to the company by bike and went up to the second floor. I saw employees rushing around the entire corridor. There were many more people than the last time I came here to sign the contract.

There was a bar at the entrance of the corridor. After Lu Yao announced his home address, the girl quickly led him to the general manager's office.

After entering, he saw Zhao Hongjun wearing a white shirt and tie sitting behind the large boss's desk, making a phone call with a microphone. When he came in, he motioned for him to sit down first.

Lu Yao was sweating while riding the bicycle, but he felt extremely cool when he entered the room.

It turned out to be air-conditioned!
Lu Yao saw a green cabinet-like electrical appliance placed against the wall, blowing air conditioning into the room.

I seem to have heard that you can only have air conditioning in the summer, but not heating in the winter.

However, in Xijing, all newly built residential areas are now equipped with heating, so you won’t feel cold in winter.

Lu Yao is fat, so he is not afraid of cold or heat. Now he feels particularly comfortable with the cold wind blowing.

How about buying one after the royalties are settled?

How much is this thing worth? Is it expensive?
How much royalties do you earn?
Lu Yao was thinking wildly. Zhao Hongjun had already finished the phone call and said to Lu Yao with a smile: "Chairman Lu, I'm sorry, I've been busy with work recently. Isn't it time to talk on the phone? Do you want coffee or tea?"

"Drink tea. The doctor said my current body cannot drink coffee."

"Okay, I'll let you try the Dahongpao from Wuyi Mountain. I think this stuff tastes better than Longjing, which Minghua likes to drink."

After saying that, Zhao Hongjun took out an exquisite small jar from the bookcase at the back, and then took out a set of exquisite tea sets and placed them on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"These are picked from six mother trees in Wuyi Mountain. I asked someone to get a little bit," Zhao Hongjun said, and began to boil water to make tea.

Lu Yao didn't study tea, and he didn't know what the mother tree meant, but Zhao Hongjun's method of making tea was quite ritualistic and felt fresh.

After the tea was brewed, Zhao Hongjun took a bull's-eye-sized teacup and handed it to Lu Yao.

"Chairman Lu, give it a try."

Lu Yao took it and tasted it.

The taste is relatively light and has a slight fragrance.

To be honest, he couldn't taste it at all and thought it was not as good as coffee.

But of course you have to say nice things in front of others.

After tasting some tea, Zhao Hongjun finally remembered the business, walked behind the boss's desk, took out a piece of paper from the drawer, and said as he walked.

"Chairman Lu, the first two volumes of "The Ordinary World" were sold out in the first batch of 100 copies. The second batch of million copies were also shipped to Xinhua Bookstores everywhere. However, some places have not yet settled with us. But it doesn’t matter. Minghua said on the phone two days ago that he will settle the matter with you as soon as possible, you need money.”

"Thank you."

Lu Yao said, taking the bill handed over by Zhao Hongjun, looking at it carefully, and was stunned.

A full 74.5 yuan!

Seeing this number, Lu Yao couldn't calm down for a moment.

"Both the first and second books are priced at 3.8 yuan, and the total income is 767.6 million. According to the contract signed at the beginning, the income after deducting the 10% royalties already paid to you." Zhao Hongjun explained: "Of course , you still need 20% personal tax," Zhao Hongjun added.

Even if you pay 20% tax, you still have nearly 60 yuan!
60
Lu Yao's heart suddenly beat violently.

(End of this chapter)