"Yes, why do you think I came to you for the purpose of?"

"But, why?"

"Why?"

Huang Yifan didn't understand, "Does he need a reason to find you to take a photo?"

"Well, yes, I think there should be one."

"I think about it. Well, as a deskmate, I think we should take a photo together, and it's good to leave a memorial. Otherwise, what should I do if I don't remember you in the future."

"Oh, men are like this. I won't even remember my classmates in a few years."

"Why did you get involved with a man? Do you think you will still recognize me in ten years?"

"I recognize it."

Zhang Huiping said with great certainty.

"Well……"

Seeing Zhang Huiping's firm look, Huang Yifan felt a stern inside and seemed to feel something.

However, Zhang Huiping seemed to find what her words meant. Her face was a little red. She looked at Huang Yifan and said, "Then let's go back and take a photo, so that you won't even recognize me in the future."

The two stood up and rushed back to Tieshikou Middle School campus again.

At this time, the students of Class 2 of Grade 3 are almost finished taking photos, and the photographer is also ready to pack his luggage and go back.

At this time, the two of them came over, "Master, I've got something out just now. Could you take the last one for us?"

"Okay, no trouble, where are you taking photos?"

"Fengqianwutong, let's go to the sycamore tree in front."

Huang Yifan pointed to the sycamore tree on campus, "Zhang Huiping, let's go."

"Um."

Nodding slightly, Zhang Huiping followed Huang Yifan forward.

“Just to this location.”

After finding a relatively good location, Huang Yifan stood in front of Wutong Tree. He wanted to put on a poss or something, but he felt that he was a little artificial and wanted to hold Zhang Huiping's left hand kindly, but when he thought that Zhang Huiping was thin-skinned, he forgot. In the end, he simply did nothing and just stood there. He felt that Zhang Huiping had some courage and gave her a warm look.

Zhang Huiping on the other side was also in a mess. This was the first time she took a photo with Huang Yifan. She was a little timid, a little scared, and instinctively wanted to take a step back. However, when she saw the warm gaze that Huang Yifan cast, a warm current rose in her heart. This warm current broke through the darkness, making Zhang Huiping no longer afraid or timid. Instead, she took a step forward, stretched her left hand slightly, grabbed the corner of Huang Yifan's clothes, and faced the camera with a shy smile.

With a squeak, the screen is frozen.

...

The group photo and graduation certificate announce the end of Huang Yifan's junior high school years.

There are no graduation parties, and no nostalgia.

Children in junior high school are already heartless, so they would not know about this parting. Some friends may never meet each other in their lifetime.

Huang Yifan was not a sentimental person. After hugging most of the classmates in the class, he returned home.

Log in to tt as usual. As soon as it was launched, the application information for adding friends came to tt.

Click to see it, it said that it was about to talk about editor Lin Hao in the middle of the night, and Huang Yifan clicked to agree.

Not long after, editor Lin Hao sent a message to Huang Yifan.

"Herbal Tea has applied to resign, and I will be your editor for the time being. You can send it to my email in the future."

"no problem."

Although she was a little surprised why Herbal Tea resigned, she still nodded.

"Well, let's talk about the issue of publishing Liaozhai. Fanchen, Herbal Tea had already mentioned to the company when she resigned that you were interested in making the collection of Liaozhai collections published. We held a meeting in the middle of the night to study it and agreed to the publishing plan. The editorial department decided to buy out the publishing rights of Liaozhai for 200,000 yuan. What do you think?"

"200,000?"

Huang Yifan was a little surprised and asked a question mark.

"Mr. Fanchen, don't be surprised. Liaozhai is indeed worth 200,000 yuan. Of course, you don't have to worry. Even if we lose money after publication, our editorial department will give you the 200,000 yuan manuscript fee."

I felt that this sentence was a bit funny, and this guy thought Huang Yifan thought it was quite a lot of 200,000.

A joke, the classic masterpiece that has been circulated in the past for hundreds of years is only worth 200,000 yuan?

However, it would be fine if Classic knew it himself. He was too lazy to explain to the other party and said, "Isn't there a royalty-sharing contract?"

"Mr. Fanchen, you may not know much about publishing. Let me tell you, the current publishing market is not good. Generally speaking, it is good to sell 5,000 novels, and being able to sell 30,000 copies is already a bestseller. The work of Liaozhai is not a novel, it is a collection of short stories, without continuity, we probably don't buy it for too many readers. Therefore, to be on the safe side, in order not to let your Liaozhai suffer personal damage, our editorial department unanimously decided to compensate you for the 200,000 manuscript fee."

"It's okay, let's sign a royalty sharing contract. I feel the sharing is pretty good."

"Mr. Fanchen, I told you that the publishing market is not good now. If you sign the share, you may not be able to get the manuscript fee of 10,000 yuan."

"Then why are you willing to buy me a 200,000 yuan manuscript fee?"

Speaking of Lin Hao, Huang Yifan already felt something was wrong.

Thinking of the seemingly inexplicable words of herbal tea a few days ago, Huang Yifan understood a little.

"Didn't you say that, this is a compensation for you. After all, your Stories from a Chinese Studio has made great contributions to our talks in the middle of the night. But the magazine is a magazine after all, and we don't give you much royalties. This time, our magazine decided to compensate you for the opportunity to publish."

"Your club is so nice to me, but I am not willing to accept the benefits of others, so I should share the benefits."

"Why don't you listen to me? You'd better think about it carefully, we're also doing your own good."

"No need to think about it, I don't accept the buyout, I just want to share the share."

"you……"

"Okay, let me tell you, in fact, we have been using the buyout method for publishing for the author in recent years."

"In other words, my Liaozhai can only accept a buyout?"

"So that's it."

"Okay, I'll go and check it out to other publishers."

"No, your Stories from a Chinese Studio must be discussed in the middle of the night, otherwise you will breach the contract."

"It's strange. When did I breach the contract? I didn't sign a contract with you."

"No wonder, we have already made regulations on talking about magazines in the middle of the night. As long as we log in to the works we talked about in the middle of the night, we can only publish them through the middle of the night of the night. Although you have not signed a contract with us, your Stories from Chinese Studio has already been serialized in the middle of the night. So, Mr. Fanchen, you should choose to buy out the contract. You have to know that 200,000 is not a small amount of money."

"Sorry, I still don't accept it."

Basically, the communication with Lin Hao has also entered a dead end.

Huang Yifan didn't expect that a small magazine could be so dark.

No wonder the supernatural forum fights there every day. Today is the author and the author, tomorrow is the author and the magazine, and the day after tomorrow is the magazine, and the day after tomorrow is the magazine, and the breach of contract. At the same time, there are also news such as Zhang Yun having a conflict with the suspense world.

However, although Huang Yifan was angry about these things, he was not unprepared.

This world is so dark.

Even in the literary circle, the same is true.

"Mr. Fanchen, if you don't accept it, it's only your loss. Don't think you can find other publishers. It's useless. You have a contract dispute with us in the middle of the night. No publisher dares to publish your Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. Unless you can wait until 3 years later."

"Okay, then as you said, I'll wait for another 3 years to publish the Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio."
Chapter completed!