Literary Superstar

Chapter 15: The one near the water gets the moon first

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No matter how netizens talk about it, Lin Han's attitude is very clear. If you want to criticize me, you should first buy a book and read the content. We will find out everything after the publication on the 20th comes out.

The editors who had read the content of the novel were naturally very happy. Originally, there were no sci-fi greats publishing articles in this issue of the magazine, and they thought sales would drop. But with Lin Han as a new force, sales might be able to increase.

The November issue will be released nationwide after October 20th, so there is no need to wait until November 1st, which is naturally more comfortable for readers.

"No surprise, just a bit frightened. What are you doing?"

However, when he opened the door, a familiar smiling face appeared in front of Lin Han, "Surprise!"

Negotiating, listening, putting out fires, and speaking all need to be done by agents. Not only do they have to manage things, but they also have to manage people and money. Waking up every day is a new war.

"Of course, I have the impression that you don't know how to cook."

Just like that, Lin Han moved to the opposite side. Lin Han felt like a mirror, what good things about him deserved to be cherished and protected like this.

If special effects can be added, there must be a few black question marks on Lin Han's head. What is this?

"Really? How much did you publish? I thought you were bragging, and I wanted to come over to supervise you." Chen Jiaxuan didn't know how the magazine paid. Although she knew that someone online had exposed that Lin Han published novels under a pseudonym , but I didn’t expect how much money I could sell.

Without asking why he moved here, Lin Han looked at the suitcase in front of him, lifted it up and said, "Let me put it in for you. The environment of this community is not bad. You should like it if you come here."

"It's so scary to charge more than 1,000 yuan in taxes for 10,000 yuan?" Chen Jiaxuan twitched her lips. She didn't expect how much money Lin Han, who had just entered the novel circle, could earn. This 10,000 yuan was already enough. surprise.

In the blink of an eye, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon. Lin Han touched his somewhat deflated belly. He had to go to the five internal organs temple to reward himself.

Agents are also a busy industry. They need to be on 24 hours a day to deal with all kinds of things. They have to personally deal with every detail. Not only must they win good works and good roles, but they must also get better remuneration. , better publicity effect.

In the eyes of this big manager, money seems to be just a number. After all, she has several famous artists under her, and an endorsement fee may be millions or tens of millions.

After closing the door, Chen Jiaxuan carried a small bag and walked with Lin Han toward the supermarket outside the community. It was time to get off work, and there were quite a few customers coming and going in the supermarket.

There is no lack of attention and quality, which is obviously very beneficial to sales. Everyone is waiting for October 20th. Sales of monthly magazines are generally in advance. For example, you can buy the next one after the 20th of this month. The latest version of the month.

Chen Jiaxuan rolled her eyes at Lin Han and was speechless. "I usually have to take artists with me. Whenever I have time to eat slowly, I basically order takeout or let the nanny cook."

The two of them were pushing shopping carts side by side in the agricultural and sideline products area. They carefully selected and seemed to have a tacit understanding. They were not out of place in the surrounding environment at all, just like ordinary people.

He is now in a state of sitting still and calculating carefully. Although the royalties of more than 8,000 yuan have arrived, it is still not enough to pay the rent. Is it possible that he really needs to move out from this place

Closing the refrigerator door, Lin Han frowned and thought about who would be looking for him at this time. He didn't have many friends and his neighbors were evil people. Could it be a door-to-door salesman? He was so polite.

"It's almost dinner now, how about we go out to have something to eat together, just to help you clean up the dust? By the way, let's celebrate my publication fee and my official transformation into a writer."

The structure of Chen Jiaxuan's house is exactly the same as Lin Han's. They are small houses with one bedroom and one living room, which look small and exquisite yet cozy. There were just a few cardboard boxes placed in a mess inside the room, and nothing was done to clean the room. There were also a few bags on the sofa, but fortunately there were no private clothes.

Dragging two suitcases, Chen Jiaxuan stood at the door cheerfully. She smiled and said, "How about it? Is it a surprise enough?"

"Just in case you make me miss dinner, let me be the chef. Do you want to try my specialty, braised lion's head?"

But when I opened the refrigerator, I saw that most of the vegetables I bought the day before had been eaten, leaving only a few eggs on the shelf.

"I have to buy groceries again. When will the royalties come?"

After Lin Han heard this, he was already prepared to be slaughtered, but he didn't expect Chen Jiaxuan to be so considerate. He smiled and said, "Then go to the supermarket to buy some food. My craftsmanship is not good. It’s great, but still edible.”

Looking at Lin Han's back, a smile appeared on Chen Jiaxuan's face. There is no ice in the world that cannot be melted. If you don't believe it, you will get the moon first.

"Relax, when I make money later, you will find that this tax rate is lower than your personal income tax. You haven't said what you want to eat yet. There are many places to eat next to the community, including Chinese food, Western food, hot pot and barbecue."

All speculations and inferences now are false, and no one has the right to speak until they see the real work. For writers, work is the most important thing. No matter how many things have been messed up before, as long as they can write good works, people will not insist on anything too much.

Chen Jiaxuan glared at Lin Han, "You only earned 10,000 yuan. Let's solve it at home. Just go buy some food and two cans of beer."

The leak of the pen name did not seem to have much impact on Lin Han. Instead, it increased people's curiosity to see how Lin Han, a failed director in the director world, wrote about rural teachers with a sense of science fiction.

Just when he was considering whether to move to another place to live, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

"Don't worry, I'm not asking you to stay overnight. I'm moving, and we will be neighbors across the street from now on." Chen Jiaxuan pointed to the open door opposite and made it clear in her words.

She was not a pretentious person. She knew that Lin Han's financial situation was not optimistic, so she made a straightforward suggestion. At this time, Chen Da's agent was quite wealthy. When her artists made money, she herself also got a commission. Although she was not a vampire-like agent, she could still buy a house in Beijing in the past two years.

Lin Han looked at Chen Jiaxuan's excited expression and felt a faint sense of accomplishment in his heart. He smiled and spread his hands and said: "Twenty thousand words were sold for 10,000 yuan. In the end, more than 1,000 yuan was deducted in tax. But it was barely enough. We’re going out for a meal, and we’ll treat you to a big dinner after the novel is actually published.”