"When will formal books come out?" Zhang Yan put down the books and asked.

"Director Zhang, I'm here for this time! Are you going to deliver these books to the bookstore for sale, or...?"

"I'll keep it myself, right?"

"I need 200 sets here, and the others can be put on sale. Please ask Dean Lu from the college!

By the way, President Lu is back, right?"

“Here I’m back!

Then I will report to Dean Lu!” Editor Zhao said.

"How many sample books are there in total?" Zhang Yan asked again.

"There are a total of 100 sets of sample books. As long as we confirm, we will print them immediately and we will be able to print them before the New Year."

"In this way, leave a few sets of sample books for Dean Lu and the others, and give me the rest. I will ask the people from our office to bring them back." Zhang Yan thought for a while and said.

What Zhang Yan thought was that after these two sets of books came out, they would be given to his apprentice as New Year’s gifts.

Especially for the apprentices at Xicheng Hospital, it is even more difficult. I give them two sets of books to help them.

"There is no problem with this!" Editor Zhao agreed straightforwardly.

"There is another problem, which is the royalties. Our president asked me to discuss with you!"

These two sets of books are borne by the Department of Typhoid fever at Beijing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine for the publication and printing costs. Therefore, the publisher did not care about these things at the beginning. It felt that it was just to give face to a leader. People definitely don’t care about the royalties or not, they care about it.

Can it be published?

In recent years, they have published and printed such books a lot.

However, when reviewing and typing, they found that this set of books is really extraordinary. They are definitely not the kind of Facebook books that leaders have. There are really things in it, full of practical things, and they are very practical, and they are likely to become classics.

That is why Editor Zhao solemnly discussed the manuscript fee with Zhang Yan while delivering the sample book.

They calculated it themselves, and calculated it according to the manuscript fee of professional books, which would be tens of thousands.

The key is that Zhang Yan's book has many words and illustrations, so according to the lowest level among professional books, the royalties are not a small amount.

It is worth mentioning that in the 1950s and 1960s, and until the 1980s, the manuscript fees of writers were not low. Compared with later generations, considering factors such as rising prices and currency depreciation, the manuscript fees in the 1956 were much higher than those in later generations.

For example, some novels published in the 1960s:

Ba Jin's "Ba Jin's Collection of Arts" and other 229,624 yuan

Mao Dun's "Mao Dun Collection" RMB 192,266

Du Pengcheng's "Defending Yan'an" 107,400 yuan

Ding Ling's "The Sun Shines on the Sanggan River" and other 70,248 yuan

Ai Qing's "Selected Poems of Ai Qing" and other RMB 58,636

Qu Bo's "Snow Fields in the Forest" 54,349 yuan

Zhou Erfu's "Morning in Shanghai" and other 49,326 yuan

Yang Mo's "Song of Youth" 43,400 yuan

It can be tens of thousands, tens of thousands, and hundreds of thousands. Back then, Lu Xun made money entirely by writing, and could earn hundreds of thousands of dollars in manuscripts for a book.

In terms of conversion, it is comparable to a writer with annual royalties of tens of millions in later generations.

The manuscript fee for professional books like Zhang Yan is naturally not as high as the literary works above, but the same sentence is still the case, who made Zhang Yan have more words?

The word count makes up for the price gap.

"Editor Zhao, let's forget about the royalties. Next year, I still have a few sets of books to be published and printed.

I don’t want any royalties or something. I will convert them into the cost and set the price a little lower!" Zhang Yan said with a smile.

"Director Zhang, you..." Editor Zhao was in awe.

"In ancient times, those doctors published books and biography, never wanted to earn royalties, and I didn't need it! I had a salary, and it was not low.

I hope to pass on traditional Chinese medicine so that more people can buy books," Zhang Yan said seriously.

It’s not that Zhang Yan is so noble, okay!

Zhang Yan was originally a noble person, a person who was free from low-level interests...

Zhang Yan is really not short of money. It’s useless to have so much money in this era.

He taught his disciples that the cash and materials rewarded by the system were not a problem for him to support dozens of people.

"Director Zhang, you are noble, but it is not appropriate to do so! You don't need royalties, how can you let other people bear it?" Editor Zhao persuaded.

"What you said makes sense, so send it here."

"What are your requirements for the royalties?"

"There are no requirements, just follow the rules!" Zhang Yan said indifferently.

"Okay, after the royalties are determined, I will send them to you in person!"

"Don't worry, after the Chinese New Year, I still have a few sets of books to be published, and it's OK to settle them together."

"Director Zhang, can you tell me what are the sets of books you are planning to publish?"

"Of course it is a professional book of traditional Chinese medicine. I combined ancient books and my understanding of traditional Chinese medicine to divide traditional Chinese medicine into disciplines, such as these two sets of books, "Traditional Medicine Surgery", "Traditional Medicine First Aid", and the other book is "Traditional Medicine Bone"

Science, "Traditional Chinese Medicine Gynecology", "Traditional Chinese Medicine Obstetrics Science", "Traditional Chinese Medicine Internal Medicine", "Traditional Chinese Medicine Pediatrics". "

Editor Zhao looked at Zhang Yan in surprise. He knew that Zhang Yan was very skilled in medical skills. Although he served as the dean of the hospital, he still had the title of professor at Beijing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine and was the youngest professor at Beijing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

But unexpectedly, Zhang Yan was proficient in so many disciplines. Even if he joined Director Liu Duzhou, he was only proficient in medicine in typhoid fever.

“No acupuncture?”

"Acupuncture is the same as looking, listening, asking and touching, and are both basic skills of traditional Chinese medicine. These books are professional books for improvement, and acupuncture is integrated into various treatment plans." Zhang Yan explained with a smile.

After chatting for a while, Editor Zhao left a sample book and said goodbye and left.

Zhang Yan flipped through the sample book and felt a sense of accomplishment.

Having these sets of books is not a waste of time to come to this era.

After looking through for a while, Zhang Yan picked up the phone and called Qian Zhongjun, asking him to arrange someone to go to Beijing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine Press to bring the sample book back.

He also had an idea about the royalties.

There is a Contradictory Literature Award and a Lu Xun Literature Award. Why can't there be a Zhang Yan Medical Award?

After all the other sets of books were published, the manuscript fee was hundreds of thousands, and they were donated to get a Zhang Yan Medical Award.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Yan calmed down and began to write the test paper.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the apprentices will have a year-end exam so that they can know how they have been studying in the past six months.

Then after a few days of holiday, one person will give them a set of books he published so that they will not be too lonely during the New Year.

When it was almost time to get off work in the afternoon, Qian Zhongjun came to the office.

"Dean, the book has been brought back!"

"Well! Send it to my office!" Zhang Yan nodded and continued to focus on writing the test paper.

"OK!"
Chapter completed!