Yes, Yourong dared not quote!

He has been the editor-in-chief of "QuDu" for ten years and has read countless excellent short stories. This one in front of him is definitely one of the top novels in his ten years of working life. Of course, this is You Rong's personal opinion. After all, everyone has different views on literary and artistic works.

But You Rong believes.

Anyone who reads "Maggie's Gift" will find it difficult to give a different evaluation because this story is so touching, especially the ending of the story is even more unexpected, and it feels reasonable when you recall it.

But there is no doubt about it:

I want to win this novel myself!

You Rong took a deep breath, called Chu Kuang, and said his thoughts directly: "I am honored to be the first readers of this novel. I am willing to bid 200,000 yuan on behalf of the publishing house to buy this novel. It is not that the value of this novel is 200,000 yuan, but that the manuscript fee of our magazine is generally limited..."

"Two hundred thousand?"

Lin Yuan thought about it and agreed. After all, the other party just provided a channel to publish "Maggie's Gift", and he did not sell the copyright of the novel, so he was not too harsh.

"What two hundred thousand?"

Lin Yuan was shopping with his sister and sister at this moment. When his sister heard Lin Yuan call, her ears suddenly stood up. However, Lin Yuan did not intend to reveal his identity, but just said perfunctorily: "Salary or something."

"Let's go, Yaoyao!"

When Lin Xuan heard this, she pulled her sister back: "The clothes were really beautiful just now. Although the price was more than 3,000 yuan, who made you have such a rich brother?"

"don't want."

Lin Yao couldn't bear to let it go at all.

Although Lin Yuan seems to have become rich, saving money is a habit of these children from the bottom of their hearts. Neither Lin Yuan, Lin Xuan or Lin Yao can become too generous because of sudden wealth.

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

Lin Xuan snorted: "What a stingy brother."

Lin Yuan cooperated very well and showed a stingy smile. He would not admit that none of the two down jackets he bought for Lin Yao were less than 3,000 yuan, otherwise the sister would have a burden to wear.

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 calls, Lin Xuan lay depressedly on the sofa and complained: "The seniors of the company said that writers will delay manuscripts every Spring Festival. I have seen this year. Next month, 50% of the writers will open the skylight. The editor-in-chief probably has the heart to kill me."

"What does it mean to open a skylight?"

My sister Lin Yao seems to be very curious about this.

Lin Xuan explained: "Original skylights meant professional terms in magazines or newspapers. Originally, the author was specially arranged for the page, but the author could not submit the manuscript in time so that the section was blank, just like opening a skylight. In our novel world, opening a skylight means dragging the manuscript."

Lin Yao asked: "What should I do if I delay the manuscript?"

Lin Xuan sighed: "Generally speaking, there is a deadline for writers. The former means that when you agree with the editor to submit the manuscript, you can also do a pleasant revision of the manuscript at this time; while the latter will endanger the publication time before writing, which means that printing and other situations, you must complete the manuscript at a certain time. It can be said that the deadline is a very terrible thing for writers, but for some writers who have both talent and popularity, opening the skylight and stepping on the deadline is almost their personal label."

Lin Yao said concerned: "Will you deduct money?"

Lin Xuan shook her head: "Little writers dare not delay manuscripts. We have contracts. If we cannot write manuscripts, we can deduct money from him. If we have a contract for popular writers, we actually dare not deduct manuscript fees because of their delay manuscripts. For example, Dongfeng Laozhe, this person is the author of the largest cooperation in our publishing house. He always delays the manuscript once every manuscript, but no one dares to say anything more. He will only urge him according to the convention."

"That's how it is."

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

So it sounds quite interesting.

For example, my sister said that more than 70% of writers have had the experience of delaying manuscripts. It seems that physical publishing is like online articles in previous lives, and always makes readers worry about the problem of poor updates from the authors.

“There is good news too.”

Lin Xuan suddenly said excitedly: "Before the Chinese New Year, I visited a teacher who had just ended the contract with other publishing houses and invited her to our publishing house to write a book. In the end, she actually agreed. Now she is the biggest author in charge, and I have read the new work she wrote. It's really great. I guess it will be officially published after the Chinese New Year!"

"Does the editor get the share?"

Lin Yuan asked a question of concern.

The sister shook her head: "It's not about sharing the money, but the meaning is very different. It's mainly about the editor's performance appraisal standards. If you don't have a very good author, the performance will be ugly, which will affect our final salary and bonus payment, so it's not bad with the money. Otherwise, why would I go out and work hard to get the author?"

"Where is Chu Kuang?"

Sister Lin Yao suddenly had a whim: "Didn't my sister say she knows Chu Kuang? Then after he finishes writing the novel in his hand, can you dig him into his own hands and open a new book?"

“…”

Lin Xuan laughed and said, "You are quite concerned about Chu Kuang... The company that Chu Kuang signed is called Yinlan Bookstore. This is one of the largest publishing companies in Qinzhou. My company is not worth mentioning compared to Yinlan Bookstore, so Chu Kuang is not easy to dig, and Yinlan Bookstore will try every means to continue to cooperate with Chu Kuang."

"Then he's very hot."

Lin Yao glanced at Lin Yuan.

Lin Xuan nodded: "As a new novelist with youth fantasy novels, Chu Kuang can be called a god of one book. The sales of "Net King" last month was 1.4 million copies, ranking 12th in youth fantasy reading materials..."

"Only the twelfth?"

"What do you mean by twelve people? Selling 1.4 million copies under huge market competition means that Chu Kuang's royalty share last month was more than one million. This is still the case that he signed an ordinary newcomer contract. Of course, according to this situation, his contract share should increase after the New Year."

Lin Yuan was stunned.

My sister actually knows his approximate manuscript fee last month!

But then again, the sales of "Net King" can exceed one million in the end. We should thank the professional tennis players for their assists. Although Lin Yuan did not care about current affairs, he also knew that some professional tennis players recognized the professionalism and value of this book, which brought a lot of popularity to the book.

Immediately afterwards.

Lin Yuan suddenly grasped the point of his sister's words and asked: "Why is Chu Kuang's contract share going to increase?"

“This is inevitable.”

Lin Xuan said with confidence: "The share of newcomers in "Net King" is based on the fact that no one expected this book to become popular, but now that this book is so popular, the publishing house will generally consider increasing the share of Chu Kuang, otherwise they may not be able to keep Chu Kuang in the next book."

“It makes sense.”

Lin Yuan expressed his serious agreement.
Chapter completed!