[The sailor invited by the monkey: QAQ is so hard at work, so angry.]
[Mr. L who disappeared: Are you angry? It just so happened that I was out of breath after being irritated by others... When I encountered a battle at the pinnacle of my career, I was about to go down to the bottom.]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: You still have a career!]
[Mr. L who disappeared: People like you who talk about "online dating" and don't know which ancient tomb crawled out of it can have a career, why can't I?]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: Oh, the tone is very aggressive, it seems that you are really angry.]
[Disappeared Mr. L: Yes, Super Qi. With all due respect, I even want to hate the air now.]
[The sailors invited by the monkey: ... ]
I didn't get any comfort from Mr. L. Instead, I said a few more words of nonsense to explain this guy who was so angry that he wanted to hate him... It wasn't until standing in front of the office building of Yuanyueshe Publishing House that Chu Li put it away. Mobile phone, took a deep breath, buried his head and walked into the office.
… I don’t know if it’s an illusion, Chu Li felt that when she walked into the office, the whole office was quiet. When she walked to her seat with her head downcast, the old Miao next door suddenly laughed: “I’m back from work so soon. ?A standard speed for returning without success."
Everyone in the office saw that although they were still busy with their own work, Chu Li could feel that everyone had actually pricked up their ears and paid attention to this side—Chu Li took out the contract in the bag, ignoring Lao Miao's ridicule : "I didn't even have the chance to hand Hirakawa the contract and let him slam it in my face."
Lao Miao laughed even worse: "Did he let the dog bite you?"
Chu Li glanced at Lao Miao, and cautiously reminded, "That's Alaska, not a Tibetan mastiff."
Lao Miao: "They look the same."
Chu Li: "It's not the same at all."
Lao Miao: "What did Hiukawa say?"
Chu Li was silent for a while, then raised the corners of his lips mockingly, imitating the tone of the man behind the big iron gate: "'Forty-five thousand seals, who are you insulting? Be my beggar!'"
Lao Miao turned his head and laughed wildly, and even led the rest of the office to laugh too. The other newcomer editor didn't dare to laugh too loudly, he laughed so hard that his little face turned red... Chu Li couldn't feel it at all. The point of the joke was that she felt frustrated, put the contract on the table, and she whispered: "Lao Miao, I don't think I can do this job--God Hirokawa didn't even open the gate of the yard at home. Dogs are ten thousand times more enthusiastic than him."
Lao Miao: "Is he fierce?"
Chu Li: "Super fierce."
After all, "Longyang Eighteen Forms".
Lao Miao got off the chair and played with the marker pen in his hand: "That means you don't know how to negotiate."
First ceremony: "..."
Look at how amazing you are, you will go! Go face that madman! The bar is positive!
Chu Li dared not speak out.
Lao Miao ignored Chu Li's silence full of resistance, swayed on the chair, raised his legs and said lazily: "You really don't know anything about the publishing industry, and you don't know anything about the urine of these authors. , I also really want to know why the boss recruited you? (Yu Yao: "Because of enthusiasm.") Because of enthusiasm? Boss, what you said makes me want to throw up. Win the author's heart with your enthusiasm... Okay, come on, kid, sit down, today, because I am a senior, I will guide you in the direction of the negotiation—”
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Chu Li told herself that this was the helplessness of the adult world. She couldn't pick up the chair and put it on the person in front of her who was trying to educate her by throwing the pot out of nowhere, because no matter how unreliable this person looked, he was also her boss. Her predecessor, her mentor... So she took a deep breath and sat down, wanting to hear what Lao Miao had to say.
Surprisingly, Lao Miao really released a lot of dry goods. He first explained the current situation of the publishing industry to Chu Li—
First of all, the author's remuneration formula is: first print volume X book pricing X royalty points (a few points are a few percent) = final remuneration.
In 2013, the current situation in the publishing circle is that the first print volume of general romance novels and youth books is 8,000 to 50,000, and the author is generally given 6 to 8 points. Thousands is about the same. Occasionally bully the little transparent author, and some publishers will even spend 3,000 to 5,000 yuan to directly buy out the entire book without paying royalties;
A sales figure of more than 30,000 can be called a bestseller;
Further up, there are those great gods at the top of the pyramid. Generally, it is possible to give 100,000 to 300,000 for the first print. These people can get up to 15 points in royalties, but only a few authors in the country can Have this ability.
—In other words, the kind of monthly magazine that Chu Li thought could have a sales volume of hundreds of thousands, really only existed in 1913, not 2013.
Lao Miao: "Hi Chuan is a person who has just touched the top of the pyramid. His first printing volume in the past two years is usually set at 80,000 to 100,000, nine points."
Fuck, eight to one hundred thousand!
Two to three times thirty-two thousand!
Chu Li was confused: "Then how can we get out the first 32,000 yuan? No wonder he was so angry, why didn't Hiukawa burn the Yuanyue Society with a torch... Ah, do you have Hiukawa's contact number? I want to apologize to him: Teacher Hiukawa, I'm sorry."
Lao Miao: "Do you know what beauty is produced by contrast? This is the way I want to tell you about the negotiation—we are a new magazine. Although the publishing house is very old, we are the first to produce oriental fantasy youth books. We give general The author gave 8,000 to love, but we gave Hiukawa 32,000... and finally increased it to 45,000."
Lao Miao: "Do you know what this means? If you give him 100,000 or 10 points for the first printing, he will be very happy-assuming that each book is priced at 35 yuan, we will give him 35 yuan. 10,000 yuan in royalties! 350,000 friends! We have to bear about 22% of the cost of each book. You can figure out how much it is—we are a publishing house, and the boss is a businessman, not Lu Xun. Those who make money, we are not a dream welfare agency, the boss wants to pay you wages to let you eat, and gave all the money to Hiukawa's dream, what do you eat?"
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Lao Miao: "Is it very reasonable?"
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There is a fart.
Lao Miao: "Therefore, the first print run is 45,000. Our company has a sincere heart, and the sun and the moon can learn from it."
Lao Miao: "You have to tell Hiukawa this, he is several times more than other authors himself, and his vanity is shaken as soon as he comes up; if you make a big deal for him again and tell him about our publishing house's new development project, he will surely I will do my best to sell this book well for him, and it will be the same when it is sold and reprinted! You see, once you say this, you will be wavering and you will agree... "
First salute black question mark face.
Lao Miao: "I'm done talking about the above, you can try again tomorrow."
With editor-in-chief Yu Yao taking the lead, there was thunderous applause in the office, and only Chu Li continued with a black question mark face.
She always felt that Lao Miao would not let it go if she didn't see her being beaten by Zhou Chuan with her own eyes, and then packaged and sent back by SF Express.
... ... I don't know where there is such a big hatred between the new colleagues.
…
But this does not prevent Chu Li from continuing to stand outside the door the next day and start ringing the doorbell of Hikawa's house.
Fortunately, Hiukawa seemed to get up very early today, and he didn't have the energy to get up, so after ten minutes, Chuli sat on the sofa at his house smoothly; unfortunately, the man made coffee and drank coffee after opening the door. In the mail, apart from rewarding Chu Li with a cup of freshly ground coffee made by the Great God, Chu Li, who was sitting side by side with Ergou on the sofa, was completely regarded as air.
Because of the lack of confidence in the publisher and the lack of confidence in himself, Chu Li sat down on the sofa with his head bowed, not daring to force a word.
then.
after an hour.
When Hiukawa finished drinking coffee and finished processing the mail, he turned around and saw the little girl sitting on the sofa with her head drooping, sitting side by side with the Alaskan dog with the same cross-sectional area as her, looking pitiful. look like.
Hiukawa: "..."
Sensing the master's gaze, Ergou raised his paw and slapped the little girl beside him.
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Hiukawa cleared his voice, and said calmly: "I was angry when I got up yesterday, didn't it scare you?"
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Scared the splits, thank you.
Now that I see Da Da, you want to pee.
Chu Li shook his head violating his conscience, feeling that it was Hiukawa taking the initiative to open the chatter box, which seemed to be a joke, so he moved his lips... But after struggling for a long time, she still felt that she couldn't explain Lao Miao's big cake skills, so she had to push it away Pushing the steamed stuffed bun on the table in front of him, the opening became: "Teacher, eat some buns. Drinking coffee on an empty stomach in the morning is not good for your health. Look, you have caught a cold."
Hiukawa took the steamed stuffed bun, looked at it twice, ate one, and stared at Chu Li with brown eyes: "It's not bad, thank you. But let me remind you, this steamed stuffed bun is not worth hundreds of thousands of royalties."
First ceremony: "..."
Chu Li, who was lowering his head to take out the contract, made a pause, then silently stuffed the contract back—hesitating for a while, sat up straight, and still stumbled through Lao Miao's story, and the more he talked, the more he talked. Wow, she almost believed it herself, so at the end, she began to draw big cakes with half truth and half falsehood: "Teacher, just sign this book for us, give us a chance, we will work hard and work hard to do this well." This book—as long as it is finished, we will try our best to get you 200,000 prints, let alone 100,000 first prints!"
Hiukawa held the remaining steamed stuffed bun, weighed it, and smiled: "...this big cake was painted, do you think you have a magical brush, Ma Liang?"
First ceremony: "..."
Big Daddy, if I take a picture of your painting style and put it on Weibo, I can retweet it a million times, crushing Du Minjun from the stars, believe it or not? Bring the hashtag #shocked! You from Mars! Wen Runruyu Gong Zichuan's real face bitch#.
Unaware that he was being slandered, Zhou Chuan handed the remaining steamed stuffed bun to Chu Li, saying concisely, "Eat."
Chu Li glanced at the steamed stuffed bun in his hand, feeling like it was sprinkled with rat poison, his face turned green and he waved his hands: "I've eaten it, I bought it for you on a special trip, it's not good to always come empty-handed—"
So I brought two buns
The man raised his eyebrows, and began to look up and down at the little girl sitting on the other sofa: I am a little silly, but it is probably because of the hot bun in his hand, no matter how she looks, she seems to be more yin and yang than Lao Miao. The bitch looks more pleasing to the eye.
In particular, the words "I bought it for you on a special trip" sounded particularly pleasant to my ears.
Cannibalism is soft, so when he spoke again, the man's tone finally softened: "Little girl, don't waste your time, 45,000 is too low, it's not about money—if it spreads in the future, I will It is true that Yuanyue Society is a big publishing house, but what will people say when it gets out? They will only say that I, Hiukawa, lowered my value and hugged your thighs."
It was rare to say something serious, the man waved to the dog next to Chu Li while talking, the second dog jumped off the sofa and came to his lap, he slowly stuffed the extra bun in his hand into it In the mouth of the big dog... the man is still generous and gentle when he treats his pets, but Chu Li just stared at him like this, looking straight at him——
After hearing what Hiukawa said, Chuli felt that something was wrong... She stared at the indifferent handsome face of the man not far away, and suddenly felt that she had grasped some life-saving straw in a daze—
The straw was not given by Lao Miao's fallacious reasoning, but by Zhou Chuan himself.
It suddenly occurred to Chu Li that Hiukawa felt offended and furious because he lowered his head, probably because he was a very proud person—
And such a person...
Chu Li suddenly sat up straight: "However, if the first batch of 45,000 prints is sold out immediately, it is possible to temporarily change the contract and double it. Teacher, your previous books were sold like this for 100,000 prints. Don't you have the confidence to sell so much this time?"
Hikawa was taken aback.
Then he raised his head and glanced at her, smiling with white teeth showing: "Are you excited?"
At the beginning of the ceremony, he moved his buttocks back, and was shocked by the dog who smiled so much that he wanted to hug her and squat next to her again with the bun in his mouth: "I remember you said "Luohe Divine Book" This book is your latest pinnacle."
Hikawa said so.
If he said no now, wouldn't he be slapping himself in the face
So he was silent.
Chu Li carefully watched his expression.
Too bad there was no emotion on his face.
Ten minutes later, Hiukawa stood up, and condescendingly said to the little girl who was sitting on the sofa and looking up at him, "Of course I have confidence in myself, but it still doesn't work. I will accompany you in this game—thank you for the steamed stuffed bun, although my coffee is not cheap, Ergou, see off."
Ergou: "Wow!"
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Today's Hiukawa is a gentleman.
Rejecting people thousands of miles to make people desperate.
Chu Li knew that it would be annoying to say anything more at this time, and he had no confidence at all, so he had no choice but to stand up and put down his contact card and said that if there was any possibility of changing his mind, please feel free to contact her and other nonsense, then followed in a low voice. He said goodbye, then walked out with his head bowed under the watchful eyes of the man...
Just as she was about to walk out of the entrance, she caught a glimpse of something very familiar out of the corner of her eye. She paused, frowned, took two steps back and squatted down—then couldn't help reaching out to a stack of packages placed by the entrance, which was probably about to be thrown away. It was old and out of it, something that looked like a painting book was pulled out.
Chu Li was dumbfounded when he saw the familiar cover. He never thought that he would see this thing at Riu Chuan's house: ... It was actually the personal painting album of Empress Yu, and it was also a signed edition of the top 50 limited edition specials.
At the beginning, Chu Li jumped up and down with Mr. L for four or five days in order to grab this album, and couldn’t sleep well every night. Finally, he got it and spent the night with Mr. L, so excited that he couldn’t contain himself... until this album later became The identity proof of "Mistress Cocoon's brainless fan".
—How does Hiukawa have this collection of paintings
Holding a corner of the painting album, Chu Li turned his head in bewilderment, and looked at Zhou Chuan in surprise: "Teacher, you also like cocoons..."
The words have not yet fallen.
Chu Li once again witnessed Hiukawa's one-second transformation—
The man suddenly changed his face, supported the sofa with one hand, leaped over the sofa at a height comparable to Liu Xiang, and then transformed into Bolt 100 meters with a knife in his hand, sprinted in front of her and snatched the book!
... Chu Li had never seen such a quick otaku.
But at this moment, the otaku stood in front of her expressionlessly, and quickly bent down to stuff the book back into the pile of waste paper: "My niece likes it, and she came to play with my family during the summer vacation—as for such a low-level painter, hehe , I’m not worthy of washing my feet.”
After speaking, he sneezed again.
The tip of the nose is red.
Chu Li was still in shock and didn't come back to his senses, he just stared at Hiukawa's calm, elegant, indifferent, contemptuous and sarcastic face—
[You are not worthy of washing my feet.]
[You are not worthy of washing my feet.]
[You are not worthy of washing my feet.]
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incredible.
This is big, the ever-changing Sakura in the literary world, huh