I'm just a little white face who doesn't need to fight

Chapter 8 The editorial department in full swing
Liu Qiang was spitting all over the place, and he kept recommending manuscripts with Mr. Ye.

Mr. Ye, who got up angrily, was still moved. After all, Liu Qiang is an old editor. If he didn't really find a good manuscript, he wouldn't lose his composure.

"Calm down, I'll watch it right away." Mr. Ye hung up the phone, got up and turned on the computer.

The mailbox of the editorial department is public, so Mr. Ye can also see "Poetry and the Sea".

He rubbed his eyes, carelessly at first, but after reading two pages, his eyes lit up like Liu Qiang, and his forehead was almost glued to the computer.

In the editorial department, Liu Qiang couldn't calm down. He made a cup of coffee, walked around by the window, and waited for Mr. Ye's reply.

If this manuscript is completed, Liu Qiang will be prosperous, and the author's performance is linked to the editor.

Liu Qiang was a little thankful that he didn't go back tonight, otherwise the manuscript might be snatched up by other editors.

After drinking a cup of coffee, Liu Qiang made another cup, and at this moment Mr. Ye finally called back.

"Liu Qiang, please reply to Chu Xiaohe immediately. We want this manuscript. Let's try it out first with a thousand words and five hundred words. Forget it. His writing style must be an old author. Don't try it out. Just give a thousand words and one thousand words and get treated by a great god. Anyway, this Chu Xiaohe It must be brought to our magazine!" Mr. Ye was straightforward, his tone full of surprise and anxiety.

Magazines in this world are not easy to mess with. If Chu Xiaohe contributes more than one manuscript, it will be a big loss for other magazines to snatch it up. It's better to cut the mess quickly and don't dawdle.

"Okay!" Without further ado, Liu Qiang typed back to Chuhe.He didn't have the slightest opinion on the price of [-] words, which is about [-] higher than the newcomer's price. It's not top-notch in the magazine industry, and "Poetry and the Sea" is worth the price.

"Hello, our agency has accepted your manuscript, the price is one thousand words, if you agree, please leave your contact information, we will discuss in detail, and mail the contract." Liu Qiang's palms were sweating, and he was also afraid that Chu Xiaohe would be caught by others. The magazine snatched it.

After he replied, he stared at the computer, not planning to go home, so as not to miss Chuhe's reply.

Mr. Ye couldn't sleep either, he tossed and turned for a long time, and then drove back to the editorial department.

Liu Qiang said unexpectedly: "Mr. Ye, why are you here? It's not yet dawn."

"You don't understand. The prospect of "Poetry and the Sea" is too attractive. Look at "Three-Body Problem", which has been unknown for so many years. Once it exploded, it became popular all over the world. The result? The copyright of the author is not in his own hands. No one has the right to speak. This "Poetry and the Sea" we focus on cultivation, no matter how it hits the street in the early stage, we must hold the copyright in our own hands." Mr. Ye put down his briefcase, his face was full of fat, and the top of his head Root hairs are floating.

Liu Qiang nodded again and again: "What I'm talking about is that if the copyright in the early stage is sold at a low price, it will be a big loss if the book becomes popular in the later stage."

"This Chu Xiaohe, we must take good care of him. We will help him handle various matters related to "Poetry and the Sea". If he lacks money and wants to sell the copyright, we can buy it ourselves. Don't let him sell it randomly. The copyrights of comics adapted into audio novels are not allowed to be sold!" Mr. Ye knocked on the table with an admonishing appearance.

Liu Qiang rubbed his hands, the bald head was reflecting: "Okay, I'm afraid I'm going to make a lot of money."

Jiangcheng, the seaside of Longding Bay.

It was past five o'clock in the morning, and the east was showing a white belly.

Chu He patted the sand on his body, yawned and returned to the villa.

He ate and planned to rest, but he saw that the submission email was replied.

"The editors don't sleep in the middle of the night?" Chuhe was a little surprised, never expecting the editor to reply to him in the middle of the night.

When he became interested, he opened it and saw "a thousand words are a thousand".

This shocked him a bit, a thousand words and a thousand yuan, that is to say, writing a word for one yuan?

"I'm going, isn't it too profitable to write novels?" Chu He clicked his tongue, "If you write a few million words, wouldn't you get a few million?"

Forgive him for his lack of knowledge, he was a little confused at first.

However, he is also a systematic person, so he was surprised for a while before calming down.

The system's original "Poetry and the Sea" is indeed worth the price, and Chuhe also knows that a thousand words and a thousand yuan is only the early manuscript fee, and the later copyright operation is the highlight.

But Chuhe didn't know much about the magazine, so he didn't think much about it.

He directly replied to the editor: "Thank you for your love, I am willing to sign a contract with your company, my contact information is..."

Modu, editorial department of Science Fiction World.

Mr. Ye and Liu Qiang stared at the computer screen eagerly, their eyes were dazzled.

"He sent the manuscript in the middle of the night, but the two of us studied the manuscript for half a day, which wasted a lot of time. He should have fallen asleep." Liu Qiang was a little depressed, and he knew that he had replied earlier.

"Today we are just staring at this manuscript, and we must wait for his reply..." Mr. Ye was enthusiastic, but before he finished speaking, Chuhe's reply came.

The two bosses almost jumped up, quickly clicked on it, and immediately burst into laughter.

Chuhe agreed to sign the contract!
"Poetry and the Sea" is in the bag!
"Liu Qiang, hurry up and draw up an electronic contract and send it to him. I'll notify the editorial department to typeset "Poetry and the Sea" immediately and release it the day after tomorrow." Boss Ye was in full swing, and immediately called his staff to come back to work.

It's only six o'clock now, and everyone usually goes to work at nine o'clock.

Liu Qiang was a little dazed: "Mr. Ye, the next issue of the magazine has already been typeset, and it takes two days to re-typeset it? Is it too urgent?"

"If you don't make good use of these two days, you will have to wait for another month. You know how sluggish sales have been recently. The sales volume has dropped by 30.00%. You can't drive away readers with low-quality articles!"

Mr. Ye is ambitious: "The opportunity is right in front of us, why do you still abide by so many rules? I will take care of it with the president. In short, you insert "Poetry and the Sea" into the next issue of the magazine in the past two days, and give it to me." Arrange the layout and release it the day after tomorrow!"

Adding a new serial article hastily will definitely have an impact on the entire magazine, and may even withdraw other articles.

Re-typing is a must.

But Liu Qiang is also an old man, since he wants to do it, he should do it big.What does it matter if you work harder?
"it is good!"

The deserted editorial department became hot, and the two made more than [-] phone calls one after another, asking their colleagues to come to work immediately, because there was a big job to do.

Ever since, when people from other companies in the office building came to work after eight o'clock, they were surprised to find that the editorial department, which usually starts at nine o'clock, was in full swing!
"Did the magazine in the science fiction world make a mistake again? The whole team sent out to revise it?"

"Nowadays people are reading novels online, who buys physical books? These people are messing around."

The strange situation in the editorial department became the topic of conversation after dinner, but they did not expect that a masterpiece that would profoundly affect the world of science fiction was about to be published.

At this time, Chuhe had already fallen asleep.

He negotiated the contract with editor Liu Qiang without raising the price, which is very high for a thousand words.

As for the rest, let the magazine handle everything.

Chuhe is now thinking that "Poetry and the Sea" can be serialized and published as soon as possible, and then let Liu Zhiqing see it and earn her pleasure.

We little boys, we have to make happy rich women our top priority.

(End of this chapter)