More than ten minutes later, Pluto's telling sent another message to Xiao Mengyue.

Pluto's statement: "I just went to the editor-in-chief to help you fight for it. I told you for a long time. The editor finally let go and added 20! 120 thousand words! This time it is really the highest price! Please reply to me as soon as possible when you see the news! Let me sign or not!"

Xiao Mengyue, who was revising the manuscript for Zhao Yan, finished reading the message, smiled, and closed the message dialog box, without replying immediately.

That morning, Pluto's story was working while waiting for Xiao Mengyue's reply, waiting for him, waiting until after ten o'clock in the morning, so I wouldn't mention the depression in my heart.

In the past, when he talked with the author about contracts, which author was so arrogant? Although each author wanted to get a higher royalty fee, he was afraid that he would offend him and lead to the failure of signing the contract.

(It's not his turn to talk about the contract with a well-known writer with a big temper.)

During the period when Xiao Mengyue was waiting for Xiao Mengyue to reply, Pluto's confession also analyzed the reasons in his mind. Shi Jian, the author, is a rich young master, and it is naturally an important reason to be that the news passed this time was replied to too quickly.

He was in line with others and thought to himself: If I were the author of this book and saw a publishing house give me the manuscript approval about two hours after receiving the manuscript, I would have asked for more manuscript fees.

After thinking about it, Pluto's statement felt that this was done too badly!

However, he had no choice. Zhou Xiaoqi is the editor-in-chief of their group. The editor-in-chief sent a message to sign the manuscript as soon as possible. Can he not execute it, even if he received the manuscript?

Just as he was waiting more and more depressed, Xiao Mengyue finally replied to him.

Mengyue: "I just bought something for the young master and made you wait for a long time. I asked the young master just now, and the young master said that it would not be considered if it is less than 200 words! Haha, thank you for helping me fight for my young master from your editor. However, I still want to say sorry to you! I can only hope that there will be a chance to cooperate in the future! Bye bye!"

Pluto's patience was almost exhausted. After finally waiting for Xiao Mengyue's reply, his patience was finally exhausted. He thought to himself: You are cruel! Anyway, the upper limit given by Editor Zhou is 150, I will report it to you directly. If it doesn't work, I won't continue to worry!

Thinking of this in his heart, he said to Xiao Mengyue on the Lianxun: "Thousand words 150! I just asked the limit from the editor-in-chief. If this doesn't work, I can only say sorry!"

In the villa in Linjiang, Xiao Mengyue smiled again on the corner of her mouth, and she quickly won another game. As for the 150 that the other party said was the upper limit, she didn't believe it, so...

Mengyue: "I just said that my young master means less than 200 words, so I'm sorry!"

This time the other party's reply was much faster than Xiao Mengyue expected. As soon as she made her position, Pluto's statement was immediately replied.

"Cicada! I hope there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future! Goodbye!"

Such a fast reply speed? Is it really a limit of 150 thousand words?

Xiao Mengyue frowned slightly, with a look of confusion in her eyes. However, thinking that the final review of other publishers who submitted by Zhao Yan was still early, she relaxed again, smiled and waved goodbye to the other party, and then closed the chat box.

She decided to wait and see if this time is really the upper limit of the other party, then in a short period of time, the other party will definitely not send her messages, otherwise, this person will definitely send her messages.

Now it depends on who can't hold on first.

...

Zhao Yan, who had just finished writing a chapter and was modifying the typo, suddenly received a message from Xiao Mengyue.

Mengyue: "The price over there is 150,000 words, but I refused again. Judging from the other party's reaction, even if it can increase a little more, the increase will probably be limited. What do you think? Do you want to sign?"

Thousand words are 150?

Zhao Yan was so moved that this was more than twice the promise of the inscription, 150 thousand words...

Zhao Yan estimated in his mind: At my current speed, it’s okay to write six or seven thousand words every day. 150 thousand words, 1,000 words is 1,500. It’s almost 1,000 words for me to write six thousand words a day, right?

One thousand a day, 30,000 a month? 360,000 a year?

Then Zhao Yan realized that this was just the ideal situation. When the university started, he had to attend classes every day. He would definitely not be able to do six or seven thousand words a day. He might have to make a half-fold, and 360,000 would become 180,000.

In addition, if you are in a bad mood occasionally, have no inspiration, and have delays, you may have to lose tens of thousands. If you want to earn more than 100,000 yuan a year, you have to write this book for a year. If it is finished in about a month like "The Full Moon Scimitar", you won't get much money.

But even so, Zhao Yan was still very satisfied.

His parents worked hard to run the breakfast shop at home, and they might not be able to earn 100,000 yuan a year. He is only 17 years old and should be content with the opportunity to earn so much.

Besides, he also understood that 150 thousand words, and with his current situation and popularity, it was almost the limit. When he submitted the article yesterday, he did not dare to think of such a high price. What he thought was that as long as it was higher than the one given by the Inscription Bookstore.

Yan Zaixicheng: "What do you think? Xiao Mengyue! What do you think in your heart?"

After a moment, Xiao Mengyue replied.

"My suggestion is to wait a little longer. If the Jiuzhou study is not reported at a higher price tomorrow, then you can sign with them! Of course, this is just my suggestion. Whether to sign now depends on you whether to sign it now!"

Looking at Xiao Mengyue's reply, Zhao Yan was a little hesitant. The result of the hesitation was that he still chose to listen to Xiao Mengyue!

Facts have proved that Xiao Mengyue is much better than him in terms of price negotiations. The price quoted before Jiuzhou study was 80,000 words. Xiao Mengyue only spent half a morning to talk about the price to 150,000 words. Zhao Yan asked himself that if he was talking about it himself, he would definitely not be able to talk about this price.

If he had been talking by himself, he might have signed it as early as the other party reported 100 thousand words.

Yan Zaixicheng: "I believe in you! Do whatever you think you should do! Let's talk about it tomorrow!"

In Linjiang's villa, Xiao Mengyue looked at Zhao Yan's reply, and the two dimples on her cheeks emerged again. It was always a pleasure to be believed by others, let alone Zhao Yan's trust.

...

At noon, the canteen of Jiuzhou Reading Headquarters in Beijing.

Zhou Yun came to the cafeteria to have dinner and met Pluto's story (Xiang Bin), and excitedly approached Xiang Bin and asked, "Brother Bin! How about it? Did the author of "Rebirth: The Great Sword of Soldiers" agree to sign the contract?"

Xiang Bin smiled bitterly when he heard this: "No! The price has not been negotiated!"

Zhou Yun raised her eyebrows and said in surprise: "No way? I just asked Editor Zhou, she said she had approved the upper limit of 150 thousand words for that book! You haven't reported the upper limit yet, right?"

Xiang Bin smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I've reported it!"

Zhou Yun: "Is it a quote? Is it still unanimous to negotiate the price?"

Xiang Bin: "You don't know that the author is a rich young master. The price was negotiated with his maid. He said it was less than 200 words and would not consider it! The talk has collapsed!"

Zhou Yun: "Ah? No way?"

Zhou Yun was both surprised and disappointed. This was the best-quality manuscript she had discovered since she joined the company. It was rare to be recognized by her aunt. If the contract was not signed in the end, it could not be considered her work performance.

...

A few minutes later, Zhou Yun, who had already prepared the meal, quickly came to Zhou Xiaoqiu. After sitting down opposite her aunt, she stretched her neck and begged quietly: "Aunt! Please, do you agree to something?"

Zhou Xiaoqi looked at Zhou Yun with a funny look, pursed his lips, and refused directly: "Don't agree!"

Zhou Yun: "Ah? Aunt! I haven't said anything yet, why did you refuse?"

Zhou Xiaoqi smiled lightly and shook his head slightly, while eating, and said lightly: "You want me to agree to that book, 200, 200, I'm right?"

Zhou Yun opened her mouth slightly, a little surprised, but she didn't give up.

"Aunt! This is true. Please agree! You have read the quality of that manuscript, which is very good, right?"

Zhou Xiaoqiu: "It's useless to say it's too much! The company has company rules, and with the reputation of that author, it's impossible to give this price! 150 thousand words is the limit! It's useless to ask your aunt!"
Chapter completed!