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Chapter 58: Chu Kuang's royalties

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Yes, You Rong doesn’t dare to quote!

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

But You Rong believed it.

It is difficult for anyone who has watched "The Gift of the Magi" to give a bad review, because the story is so touching, especially the ending of the story is so unexpected, but when you think about it, it seems reasonable.

But there is no doubt about one thing:

This novel has to be taken care of by myself!

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

"Two hundred thousand?"

Lin Yuan thought about it and agreed. After all, the other party only provided a channel to publish "The Gift of the Magi", and he was not selling the copyright of the novel, so he was not too harsh.

"What two hundred thousand?"

Lin Yuan was shopping with his elder sister at the moment. When his elder sister heard Lin Yuan calling, her ears perked up immediately. However, Lin Yuan did not intend to reveal his identity and just perfunctorily said, "Salary or something."

"Let's go, Yaoyao!"

When Lin Xuan heard this, she pulled her sister back and said, "That dress is indeed very beautiful. Although it costs more than 3,000 yuan, who made you have such a rich brother?"

"don't want."

Lin Yao couldn't bear to do it at all.

Although Lin Yuan seemed to have become rich, saving money was an innate habit of these children. Neither Lin Yuan, Lin Xuanyi nor Lin Yao would become extravagant just because they suddenly became rich.

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

Lin Xuan snorted, "What a stingy brother."

Lin Yuan cooperated by showing a stingy smile. He would not admit that none of the two down jackets he bought for Lin Yao before was priced below three thousand yuan, otherwise it would be a burden for his sister to wear them.

Return home.

Lin Xuan began to receive calls frequently, probably because she needed to deal with the work that had accumulated during the New Year holiday. After several consecutive calls, Lin Xuan lay depressed on the sofa and complained, "My seniors in the company said that writers would delay their manuscripts during the Spring Festival. This year, I have witnessed it. It is estimated that 50% of the writers will delay their manuscripts next month. The editor-in-chief probably wants to kill me."

"What does it mean to open the skylight?"

My younger sister Lin Yao seemed very curious about this.

Lin Xuan explained: "In the early days, 'skylight' was a professional term for magazines or newspapers. The page was originally arranged, but the author could not submit the manuscript in time, so the section was left blank, just like a skylight. In our novel world, 'skylight' means delaying the manuscript."

Lin Yao asked: "What if the manuscript is delayed?"

Lin Xuan sighed, "Generally speaking, writers have deadlines. The former is when they agree with the editor to submit the manuscript. If they submit the manuscript at this time, they can happily revise it. The latter is when the writing is not finished, which will jeopardize the publishing time. That is, taking into account printing and other factors, the manuscript must be completed by a certain time. It can be said that the deadline is a very scary thing for writers. However, for some talented and popular writers, meeting the deadline is almost their personality label."

Lin Yao asked with concern: "Will there be a deduction of money?"

Lin Xuan shook her head. "Small writers don't dare to delay submitting manuscripts. We have contracts to constrain them. If they fail to write manuscripts, we can deduct their money. As for popular writers, although we have contracts, we don't dare to deduct their royalties because they delay submitting manuscripts. For example, Dongfeng Laozei is the most famous author in our publishing house. He always delays submitting manuscripts for several months, but none of us dares to say anything. We just urge him as usual."

“I see.”

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

So it sounds quite interesting.

For example, my sister said that more than 70% of writers have experienced delaying the submission of manuscripts. It seems that physical publishing is just like online literature in the past, always making readers worry about the author's lack of updates.

"There's good news, too."

Lin Xuan suddenly said excitedly, "Before the Chinese New Year, I visited a teacher who had just ended her contract with another publishing house and invited her to come to our publishing house to write a book. In the end, she actually agreed. Now she is the most famous author I am responsible for. I have also read her new work and it feels really good. It will probably be officially published after the Chinese New Year!"

“Editors get commissions?”

Lin Yuan asked a concerned question.

My sister shook her head. "It's not about profit sharing, but it's pretty much the same. It's mainly about the editor's performance evaluation criteria. If we don't have very good authors, then our performance will be very bad, which will affect our final salary and bonus. So it's no different from profit sharing. Otherwise, why would I go out and work so hard to attract authors?"

"Where's Chu Kuang?"

Sister Lin Yao suddenly had an idea: "Didn't my sister say that she knew Chu Kuang? Then when he finishes the novel he is working on, can you also dig him up and start your own new book?"

"… "

Lin Xuan laughed and said, "You still care about Chu Kuang... The company Chu Kuang signed with is called Silver Blue Library, which is one of the largest publishing companies in Qinzhou. My company is nothing compared to Silver Blue Library, so Chu Kuang can't be poached by ordinary people. Silver Blue Library will try every means to continue cooperating with Chu Kuang."

"Then he's very hot."

Lin Yao glanced at Lin Yuan.

Lin Xuan nodded: "As a new novelist of youth fantasy novels, Chu Kuang can be said to have become a god with one book. The sales of Prince of Tennis last month were 1.4 million copies, ranking 12th among youth fantasy books..."

"Only the twelfth?"

"What do you mean by only twelve? Selling 1.4 million copies under huge market competition means that Chu Kuang's share of royalties last month was more than 1 million. This is assuming that he signed an ordinary newcomer contract. Of course, according to this situation, his share of the contract should increase after the New Year."

Lin Yuan was stunned.

My sister actually knows his approximate royalties last month!

But then again, the sales of "Prince of Tennis" finally exceeded one million, thanks to the assistance of professional tennis players. Although Lin Yuan does not care about current affairs, he knows that professional tennis players have recognized the professionalism and value of this book, which has brought a lot of popularity to the book.

Immediately following.

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

“It’s inevitable.”

Lin Xuan said confidently, "The profit sharing for newcomers in Prince of Tennis was based on the fact that no one thought the book would become a big hit. But now that the book is so popular, the publisher will generally consider increasing Chu Kuang's profit sharing. Otherwise, they may not be able to keep Chu Kuang for the next book."

“That makes sense.”

Lin Yuan expressed his serious agreement.

Lin Xuan said with a smile: "You don't know how to write a book, why am I telling you this? You work at Xingmang, why don't you tell me some gossip about the big stars in your company..."