After handing over the first tens of thousands of words of "Martian Rescue" to Zhao Ming, the two groups of them separated in the teahouse and were busy with their own affairs.

As the vice president of the National People's Congress Press, Zhao Ming obviously has a lot of things to be busy with. Now Lin Han's publishing is basically what he has promoted, so he is anxious to read the new book and discuss the royalties with the leadership.

Lin Han is much simpler. He took out his mobile phone and clicked on the text message notification that the bank had just sent. "Just just notified me that the prize money for the Galaxy Award had been paid, but it was not paid according to the royalties tax, but according to personal income tax."

"I thought they were going to pay the debt. They had already sent the trophy to you before the Spring Festival, but now they are sent out. I don't know how many days they have been in the bank or other places."

Chen Jiaxuan couldn't help but complain that she often encountered delays in fees, but she didn't expect it to delay for so long.

The 500,000 Galaxy Award essay prize was only 300,000 yuan left. This tax deduction ratio made Lin Han's heart tremble, and he cut off nearly half of it!

Compared with personal income tax, the royalties tax is much easier. As mentioned earlier, he only deducted more than 200,000 yuan in manuscript fees of 1.5 million yuan.

"After the manuscript fee of Renmin University Press is received, I will transfer the money to you together. Now I finally start to make a profit and will not let you work in vain."

Lin Han glanced at Chen Jiaxuan, then drank the tea in front of him like a cow chewing peonies.

Chen Jiaxuan shrugged her shoulders. She didn't live on these two money. However, since she signed the contract, she didn't have to be polite. She lifted her bag and said, "Just give it to me any time. Now I may have to accompany the artist to record a program on Oriental TV, and then go to Hengdian to prepare her new show. I guess I will come back in a week and call me whenever I will call me."

It is also very tiring to be an agent, especially Chen Jiaxuan, who runs her own studio. Although she is young and outstanding in her ability, she still lacks some connections and often wants to fly all over China.

"Then you pay attention to safety and don't make yourself more tired than celebrities."

Now Lin Han didn't know what to say, so he was silent for a while and then walked away.

...

Lin Han basically hasn't done much now. After walking around the nearby park, he sent a text message to Li Wenyuan, wanting to ask him out to chat.

"I'm now having a party with a few science fiction writers and editors outside. Do you want to come here to be acquainted with people."

Lin Han, who didn't want to be an otaku, thought for a while, then replied to a text message and said, "Then I'll come over shamelessly and see where is the address?"

After sending a string of messages, Li Wenyuan continued to chat with these authors and friends. He is also a writer who is a science fiction god, so it is normal to have an occasional gathering.

After all, not every writer is as active as Lin Han. A writer who does not delay writing is not a good writer.

If you haven't been urged by the editor in a fancy way, you will be embarrassed to say that you are a great master.

After Lin Han hired a taxi on the side of the road, he headed straight to their party location. But now he began to think that it seemed that more than one million yuan was still far from buying a house in Yanjing, so how to spend it is a huge problem.

Just as he was thinking seriously, another settlement money was transferred to his account, which was the share of the manuscript fees sent from Amazon's online bookstore. His sales momentum of "i,rbte" was very good. His sales in January were relatively small because there was no publicity, with only 120,000 copies. Now the sales in February have increased a lot.

120,000 copies were not involved in the discount promotion at that time, so the price was US$4.99, and he could get 70%, which means the pre-tax royalty was US$420,000.

But the taxes are quite troublesome, the transaction fees in different countries are different, and the tax deduction standards are not ordinary, but Amazon still gives a more detailed tax bill. Now Lin Han can get $290,000, which is also a considerable improvement.

"Is it Gao Zhao of the God of Wealth today?"

Lin Han said to himself that he had not received any money for a long time, but today he took all the money from almost every channel in one day.

What's more, Penguin Publishing Group and St. Martin Publishing Company have to pay a portion of the prepaid royalties. The royalties calculated by the first print volume are 30% of the total manuscript fee, so that the author will not starve to death.

The driver didn't care what the man on the seat behind was laughing at. After he arrived at his destination, he quickly printed out the invoice and said, "Sir, the destination has arrived, and you're taking the elevator in front."

"Okay, thank you!"

After Lin Han paid, he opened the car door and walked down. This place called Sweet Orange Book Bar seems to be quite famous. If you can rent a big house in the downtown area to read books and discuss, the boss must be a person with a heart.

When Lin Han opened the glass door of the book bar, he saw Li Wenyuan sitting by the window and the group of men and women beside him. The oldest of these people seemed to be in their fifties, and the youngest was the little beauties who looked like students there. The group was discussing each other.

"Come on, let me introduce it to you. This is Lin Han, who won the Galaxy Award a few days ago. He is also a more promising author in our science fiction."

Li Wenyuan held Lin Han's shoulder and introduced to the people around him, "He is different from those of us who love to drag manuscripts. The book "I, Robot" has only been published for less than two months, and now the new book has been written again, which is very fast."

Lin Han didn't mean to underestimate anyone. He grinned and showed his neat and white teeth, "Hello everyone, I'm a newbie in science fiction, and I hope I will take care of you in the future."

"I've read your book and it's written very well. My favorite is the story of the last person on earth. Who is knocking outside?"

Everyone here is a book lover. Lin Han has heard of the news about it. Now they finally match the names with the characters.

"It doesn't matter who knocks on the door, it's a matter of opinion. Whoever Teacher Han thinks is, that's who."

Lin Han did not give too many answers, which was originally an open answer. It is precisely because of this openness that makes people think in the true sense.

If Lin Han really wrote a result, he would have changed from a masterpiece to mediocrity.

"Old Li, I actually found you to give you a clear idea today. Our Fantasy Age will be discontinued next month. I really can't hold on. I'm so tired. Thank you for your support, otherwise we would have stopped a long time ago. It's your credit to be able to persevere until now."

Han Yong, who had gray hair, sighed in his tone. The magazine that had been founded for decades reached its end step by step. It was fake to say that it was not sad.

Although Lin Han is a little confused, he also knows the history of the magazine "Fantasy Age". It is an inclusive magazine and is not limited to a certain type of literature. Whether it is science fiction, fantasy, fantasy, or magic novels, they are included.

Although some magazines are in full swing, some magazines that have been with people for a long time have quietly disappeared into history.

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Chapter completed!