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Yes, You Rong dare not quote!

He has been the editor-in-chief of "Interesting Reading" for ten years, and he has read countless excellent short stories. This one is definitely one of the top novels in his ten-year working career. Of course, this is especially true. Rong's personal view, after all, everyone has different views on literary works.

But You Rong believes.

It is difficult for anyone to read "The Gift of the Magi" to give a near evaluation, because the story is too moving, especially the ending of the story is unexpected, and it makes sense in the aftertaste.

But there is no doubt:

This novel is going to be won by itself!

You Rong took a deep breath, called Chu Kuang, and bluntly expressed his thoughts: "I am honored to be the first readers of this novel. I am willing to bid 200,000 yuan on behalf of the publisher. This novel does not mean that the value of this novel is 200,000, but that the manuscript fee of our magazines generally has an upper limit..."

"Two hundred thousand?"

Lin Yuan thought for a while and agreed. After all, the other party only provided a channel for publishing "The Maggie's Gift". He didn't sell the copyright of the novel, so he was not too harsh.

"What two hundred thousand?"

Lin Yuan was shopping with her elder sister and younger sister at the moment. When her elder sister heard Lin Yuan's call, her ears suddenly stood up, but Lin Yuan didn't intend to reveal her identity, but just said perfunctorily: "Salary or something."

"Go, Yaoyao!"

As soon as Lin Xuan heard this, she pulled her sister back and walked back: "The clothes just now are really beautiful. Although the price is more than 3,000 yuan, who made you have such a rich brother?"

"No."

Lin Yao couldn't bear it at all.

Although Lin Yuan seems to have become rich, saving money is a habit from the bones of these children. Neither Lin Yuan, Lin Xuan nor Lin Yao could become too lavish because of sudden wealth.

Lin Yuan said: "Then let's go back."

Lin Xuan hummed, "Really stingy brother."

Lin Yuan showed a miserly smile very cooperatively. He would not admit that none of the two down jackets he had bought for Lin Yao before were less than three thousand yuan, otherwise his sister would be burdened to wear it.

Back home.

Lin Xuan began to answer the phone frequently, probably because the work accumulated during the annual leave needs to be dealt with. After several consecutive phone calls, Lin Xuan lay depressed on the sofa and complained: "The company's seniors said that writers would delay writing every Spring Festival. I have seen it. Next month, it is estimated that 50% of the writers will open the skylight. The editor-in-chief estimates that I have the heart to kill me."

"What does it mean to open a skylight?"

Sister Lin Yao seemed very curious about this.

Lin Xuan explained: "In the early days of opening the skylight, it refers to the professional terms of magazines or newspapers. The pages were originally arranged, but the author was unable to submit the manuscript in time so that the section was blank, just like opening the skylight. In our novel world, Opening the skylight means dragging the manuscript."

Lin Yao asked: "What should I do if the draft is delayed?"

Lin Xuan sighed: "Generally speaking, there is a dead line for writers. The former is when the editor has agreed to submit the manuscript, and the manuscript can be handed in at this time, and the manuscript can be handed in at this time, and the manuscript can be happily revised; while the latter is not written. It will endanger the time of publication, that is, including printing, etc., and the manuscript must be completed at a certain time. It can be said that the dead line is a very scary thing for the writer, but for some talents and For writers with coexisting popularity, opening the skylight and stepping on the dead line is almost their personality label."

Lin Yao cared: "Will money be deducted?"

Lin Xuan shook her head: "Little writers dare not delay manuscripts. We have contract constraints. If you can't write manuscripts, you can deduct money. For highly popular writers, we have contracts, but in fact we dare not deduct them because they delay manuscripts. Manuscript fees, such as the old thief of Dongfeng, this person is the author with the most cooperation of our publishing house. He always delays for several months before submitting the manuscript. But none of us dare to say anything, and will only urge it as usual."

"That's it."

Although it was a conversation between my sister and my sister, Lin Yuan listened very seriously. Although he serialized novels under the title of Chu Kuang, he did not actually understand the ecology of the industry.

So it sounds interesting.

For example, my sister said that more than 70% of writers have had the experience of dragging their manuscripts. It seems that physical publishing is the same as the previous online articles, and it always makes readers worry about the problem of inadequate author updates.

"There is also good news."

Lin Xuan suddenly said with excitement: "Before the Chinese New Year, I visited a teacher who had just concluded a contract with another publishing house and invited her to come to our publishing house to write a book. In the end, she agreed. Now she is the biggest card I am responsible for. The author of, and I also read her new work. It really feels great. It is estimated that it will be officially published after the Chinese New Year!"

"The editor takes the share?"

Lin Yuan asked a question of concern.

My sister shook her head: "It's not about sharing, but the meaning is not bad. It's mainly related to editorial performance evaluation standards. If there are no strong authors, the performance will be ugly and affect our final salary and bonuses. So there is no difference between the division, or why should I go out and work hard to get the author."

"Where is Chu Kuang?"

My sister Lin Yao suddenly thought: "Didn't my sister say that she knows Chu Kuang, then after he finishes writing the novel, can you dig him into your own hands and open a new book?"

"..."

Lin Xuan laughed and said, "You still care about Chu Kuang... The company that Chu Kuang signed with is called Yinlan Shuku. This is one of the largest publishing companies in Qinzhou. My sister, my company is not worthy of anything compared to Yinlan Shuku. Mention, so Chu Kuang ordinary people can't dig, Yinlan Library will do everything possible to continue cooperating with Chu Kuang."

"Then he is very hot."

Lin Yao glanced at Lin Yuan.

Lin Xuan nodded: "As a newcomer novelist in youth fantasy novels, Chu Kuang can be regarded as a book and become a god. The sales volume of "Net King" last month was 1.4 million copies. Among the youth fantasy books Ranked 12th overall..."

"Only the twelfth place?"

"What does it mean to be only twelve? The sale of 1.4 million copies under the huge market competition means that Chu Kuang’s contribution fee was more than one million yuan last month. This is the situation when I assume that he signed an ordinary newcomer contract. Of course, according to this posture, his contract share should increase after the Chinese New Year."

Lin Yuan was stunned.

My sister actually knows his rough draft fee last month!

But having said that, the sales of "Net King" will eventually break through one million. We should be grateful for the assists of professional tennis players. Although Lin Yuan does not care about current affairs, he also knows that professional tennis players have recognized the professionalism and value of this book and gave it Brought a lot of heat.

Immediately after.

Lin Yuan suddenly grasped the main point of his sister's words and asked, "Why do you say that Chu Kuang's contract share is going to increase?"

"This is inevitable."

Lin Xuan made a conclusive statement: "The "Net King" signing of newcomers is based on the basis that no one thought that this book would be a big hit. But now that this book is so popular, publishers will generally consider giving Chu Kuang the share, otherwise They really may not be able to keep Chu Kuang in the next book."

"It makes sense."

Lin Yuan seriously agreed.

Lin Xuan laughed and said: "You don't know how to write books. Tell you what you are doing. You work at Starlight. Why don't you tell me about the gossip of the big stars of your company..."