"Editor-in-chief Jiang," Jiang Shan handed it over with a smile: "Please sign your name so that I can go to the finance office to collect the manuscript fee."

Jiang Hai took the order: "90,000 words, 900 yuan?" After saying that, he looked at Cai Wensheng.

An official report from Cai Wensheng: "Comrade Jiang Shan's novella "Latent" is very popular with readers, so I set a standard fee of 10 yuan for 1,000 words for him."

In 1978, literary manuscript fees were still at the standard of 5 to 10 yuan per 1,000 words. Although famous writers were a different matter, as long as the manuscript fee exceeded 800 yuan, they had to pay a certain amount of party dues.

Some timid famous artists will even hand over all royalties exceeding 800 yuan.

"Don't write so many words at once," Jiang Hai picked up the pen and directly changed 9 to 8, and then said: "Settlement of the royalties for 80,000 words first, and the rest later."

Jiang Shan didn't know the secret inside, but he didn't ask any more questions: "Okay, let's count up to 80,000 words first."

Just when Jiang Shan received the payment bill, the phone on his desk rang again.

This time, Jiang Hai answered the phone calmly: "Hello, I am Jiang, the editor-in-chief of Pujiang Daily..."

"Comrade Jiang Hai," the voice on the phone rang loudly, so loud that neither Jiang Shan nor Cai Wensheng had to put their faces to each other.

"Can you still be the editor-in-chief?" The tone of the voice on the other end sounded unusual: "Do you know the nature of advertising in newspapers..."
Chapter completed!