Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 398 Shocking royalties! The magazine's hope?
"Bao, I have already negotiated with Seaside Magazine. Your article "Rural Teacher" will be published in the fiction section of their next issue."

In the communications room, Shaw put down the phone, looked at Bao Guowei in front of him, smiled and said.

Bao Guowei was not surprised that Shaw knew the editor-in-chief of "Seaside Magazine".

As a former Nobel Prize winner in Literature, George Bernard Shaw is always the object of flattery by these magazines.

Even if we can't get Shaw's manuscripts, we can still get some submissions through his influence.

It’s just that things went too smoothly. The other party didn’t even take a look at the content of the article. They just agreed after knowing the general idea?

They even promised to give the highest level of remuneration.

"200 pounds is just the right to publish one issue of this novel. If The Strand Magazine wants to reprint it, you will have to pay an additional fee," Shaw said proudly.

He felt that this was the royalties he deserved for "Rural Teachers".

"Two hundred pounds?"

Bao Guowei is no longer a poor man. Thanks to his royalties, he is considered a wealthy man with tens of thousands of dollars in his hands.

Even someone as strong as Bao Guowei has never received such high submission fees.

You have to know that 200 pounds of this era, if calculated against the dollars of the Republic of China, has an exchange rate of about ten times.

In other words, just based on a short story of less than 30,000 words.

Bao Guowei earned more than 2000 oceans, which was enough to buy a small property in Peiping.

Capitalist countries are horrible.

However, Bao Guowei knew that the reason he was able to negotiate this royalties was mostly due to Shaw's face.

"Sir, is there something wrong? The other party hasn't even read the novel. If he is not satisfied, it will have an impact on you, right?"

Bao Guowei said hesitantly.

In a sense, if "The Country Teacher" did not receive a good response, the 200 pounds would have been a saving of Shaw's face.

But where there are people, there are human feelings.

After receiving a favor, you always need to repay it.

Bao Guowei knew that Shaw was a person who hated "human feelings", so he had this worry.

Unexpectedly, Shaw had no such concerns at all. He laughed and said.

"Bao, you are underestimating your work. I can guarantee that The Rural Teacher will be a great success in London and even in the whole of Europe."

He stroked his white beard and said, "In a sense, I even think this is a losing business. The profit this novel brought to Seaside Magazine must be far more than these two hundred pounds."

Bao Guowei did not lack confidence in "The Rural Teacher", but he lacked confidence in the British.

It is indisputable that the original work of "Rural Teachers" is an extremely excellent work, and after Bao Guowei's appropriate adaptation, it now has Bao Guowei's own characteristics.

It cannot be said to be better than the original. After being certified by George Bernard Shaw, Bao Guowei believes that this work has reached the level of the original.

Unfortunately, this is not a literary selection.

If Bao Guowei wants to expand his influence, he needs to let more people know him and his works, and change their views on China.

Accustomed to chivalric novels under the Western system, can a work like "The Country Teacher" really be liked by the arrogant Londoners?
On this point, Bao Guowei has to raise a question mark.

"I heard that when Mr. Conan Doyle published The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes in The Strand Magazine, the fee was only 50 pounds per article."

Bao Guowei recalled.

To be honest, he doesn't care much about the royalties. What's important is to be able to make a name for himself in Europe.

Shaw said, "Bao, you underestimate your influence in Europe. If you just state your name, I believe that The Strand Magazine will give you nearly 100 pounds in royalties, which is very reasonable."

"No, sir, they admire an imaginary Bao. Some even think that Bao Guowei is not an Oriental, but a missionary in Europe."

Bao Guowei spread his hands and said helplessly.

His problem now is that many Europeans only know his works but do not have a clear concept of Bao Guowei as a person.

All this ultimately comes down to the Europeans' natural sense of superiority over the Chinese.

Shaw sighed. How could he not know the crux of the matter?

Then, he said firmly: "Bao, you have to believe in yourself. You will definitely be able to make Europe recognize an excellent Chinese again."

The two chatted for a while about racial issues and the arrogance of Londoners.

Bao Guowei learned about a place from George Bernard Shaw.

"There are many Chinese workers living in Limehouse in East London. They usually do hard labor at the bottom of society. Some of them open restaurants and shops, but they are often bullied.

I have previously launched a charity fund to help these Far Eastern workers, and the government should give them due treatment for their contributions."

Shaw seemed a little guilty and looked at Bao Guowei and said.

"Unfortunately, you know, this is a very difficult thing to do. I think you can go over there when you have time, and maybe you can help your compatriots."

"Limehouse?" Bao Guowei silently memorized the place name and then said gratefully.

"Thank you, Mr. Shaw. This news is very important to me."

Shaw sighed and put on his hat.

"It's getting late. I should get ready to go back. Having a meal with family is one of the most important things in life."

When Bao Guowei sent the other party to the door, he heard Shaw mention Oxford University again.

"Women's rights have always been something that needs to be promoted in London," Shaw said very seriously.

"The first female mathematics doctor in the history of Oxford University is about to graduate, which has triggered a series of events. For the sake of Ms. Mary Cartwright's rights, I think I can't just sit back and watch. So, I'm afraid you have to postpone your speech at Oxford University for a few days."

Bao Guowei knew that Shaw was a loyal socialist throughout his life and was also an important force in promoting the development of women's status in that era.

As for this female PhD in mathematics, Bao Guowei still had some impression of her.

It can be said that it is not easy for a woman to achieve Mary's level in the field of mathematics.

From ancient times to the present, there have been few female scientists in the field of mathematics.

And this Ms. Mary Cartwright made many contributions in the field of mathematics.

She proposed the "Cartwright Theorem" and achieved results in nonlinear differential equations and topological analysis methods, opening up the precedent for mathematical analysis research on specific chaotic physics models.

Bao Guowei only has a vague understanding of these abstract concepts.

But knowing that it's awesome is enough.

He answered appropriately: "I wish Ms. Mary Cartwright good luck. I think in society, rights and obligations are equal. Regardless of race or gender, they should have due rights as long as they assume due obligations."

After saying this, Bao Guowei discovered that the gentleman hidden under the top hat and white beard had fallen into silence.

The latter had just stepped one foot out of the door when he froze in place.

The air seemed frozen until a fast car on the street broke the silence.

With a "wuuuuuuuu", Shaw recovered from his shock and couldn't help but laugh and curse.

"I'm beginning to suspect that you really are a kid with magic! Well said! Very well said!

This sentence should be stamped on the faces of Buckingham Palace and every politician who is doing nothing, so that they can wake up early every morning and be alert at all times! "

After sighing for a while, Shaw reluctantly boarded the public bus.

When the car was about to start, Shaw stuck his head out of the window and said to Bao Guowei.

“Bao, you are a kid who can work miracles.

If those hypocritical politicians are too rude at tomorrow's salon, just pour the wine on their faces, then raise your head and walk away.

Because you are Shaw's friend!

I."

Shaw wanted to say something else, but the bus had already sped away.

"Bloody hell!"

The sound of George Bernard Shaw cursing could be heard in the wind. This was the first time for Bao Guowei to hear this true English literary giant swear.

Green, editor of Seaside Magazine, is going to visit his good friend Jack Williamson today.

When Green met Jack Williamson, he was still a little-known literature lover.

But I didn't expect that today, the other party has become a well-known science fiction writer in the United States.

And I am just an ordinary editor who is about to lose my job.

It's not that Greene hadn't thought about trying his hand at novel writing.

But he is already middle-aged, and even though he has read countless excellent works, his vision for discovering works and his talent for writing excellent works are still inconsistent.

Novel writing requires talent, which is why excellent writers are hard to find. This is not an industry where one can succeed simply by working hard.

What's more, writers like Jack Williamson have talents that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve, and they also have efforts that are difficult for ordinary people to make.

When Green came to the hotel to visit Jack Williamson, the door of his room was ajar and he seemed to have returned in a hurry.

After two knocks on the door, the young voice of Jack Williamson came from inside.

"Come in."

Green pushed open the door and walked into the hotel suite.

Although this hotel is not as good as the most high-end Savoy Hotel, Ritz Hotel, etc. in London.

But it is considered pretty good in London, and only the middle class with enough money can afford to live there.

Jack Williamson naturally did not have to pay for accommodation. He was invited by Amazing Stories magazine to visit London.

On the one hand, I visited various scientists and novelists, made friends, and collected materials for my novels.

On the one hand, it is also "Amazing Stories" to enrich the content of stories published in the UK.

After all, in this era, it is not possible to sell in two places at the same time.

Most of the content of "Amazing Stories" published in the UK has been published in the United States, but it is inevitable that it needs to absorb the works of British local writers to improve its competitiveness.

And Jack Williamson plays such a role.

After entering the room, Green did not find his friend in the living room or other places.

After searching for a long time, he patted his head and walked towards the study.

Sure enough, at this moment Jack Williamson was sitting in front of a typewriter, concentrating on writing something on the manuscript paper.

His eyes were fixed on her, and he didn't even look up when Green entered the study.

There were still food remnants at the corners of his mouth, and it looked like he had finished half of his meal before coming back to start creating.

"Ah? Is that Mr. Green?"

Williamson glanced at the person who came in and said with a slightly surprised tone.

But his hands didn't stop at all.

"It's me." Green said, spreading his hands. "I just didn't realize you were busy."

It looks like I came at a bad time.

Green thought so in his heart.

"Sorry, I just got an idea for the sequel to the story. You may need to wait a moment."

Williamson poked his head out and said something, then returned his attention to the typewriter.

"It's okay."

Green felt a little ashamed, as he was clearly the one who disturbed the other person.

As an editor, he deals with writers every day and knows that they often have bursts of inspiration at inopportune times.

Inspiration is fleeting, so if you don't rush back to create immediately like Williamson, then you should carry a notebook with you to record your inspiration at any time.

Green thought of a bad joke in the industry.

"A true writer, even when he is in the act of having sex with a woman, stops writing immediately."

Seeing that Williamson still needed some time to create, Green did not stay in the study. He went to the living room, sat on the sofa and waited patiently.

I don’t know how long it took, but Green just felt that the shadow of the table leg in front of him had shifted a lot, and sleepiness swept over him.

“It’s going to be an exciting story.”

At this time, Williamson's voice came to my ears, followed by the sound of footsteps.

Williamson walked out of the study with a relaxed look on his face and sat on the sofa opposite.

"I'm sorry Mr. Green, I was having lunch just now when an idea for the sequel to the work "Time Legion" suddenly occurred to me. You should know that I had to rush back to work on it immediately."

"I understand." Green nodded. Maintaining patience is a basic quality of an editor.

Because most outstanding writers have somewhat weird personalities compared to ordinary people.

“I’m here this time.”

He considered his tone and finally told the story of the predicament of Seaside Magazine.

As he spoke, Green said in a pleading tone.

"I know this is very difficult for you as a columnist for Amazing Stories.

I think you just need to give some unused manuscripts, or introduce some young writers who can contribute.

This is very important to us.”

He knew that it would be difficult to get Williamson to contribute to the Seaside Magazine.

As a columnist, the latter is likely to be sued for this.

So, Green came up with another plan.

If he had no other choice, he would never have spoken.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have taken several days to come find the other party.

Hearing this, Williamson was obviously stunned and frowned tightly.

"You mean you want the manuscript?"

This question made Green feel completely guilty, and he lowered his head and said.

"I know this is difficult, and I'm really sorry."

"Don't you have one?"

"But." Green wanted to say something, but was stunned by Williamson's words.

"Mr. Edward, what did you just say?"

Williamson looked surprised and said, "Don't you know? I heard that your company has found a writer who is comparable to Mr. Conan Doyle to provide manuscripts.

For this reason, the editor-in-chief of Amazing Stories even approached me and asked me to provide a manuscript that was definitely not inferior to the other one. "

Williamson showed a helpless smile on his face, spread his hands and continued: "There is no manuscript in this world that is necessarily better than others. There are countless writers who are better than me.

As far as I know, there is one person who will never be my equal.”

As he spoke, Williamson thought of the cruise ship that came to London.

But Green has not yet recovered from the shock.

Got a manuscript?

Why don't you know?
How would Edward Williamson know?
He asked with a tight frown.

"Sir, are you kidding?"

(End of this chapter)