In the next ten days or so, Qi Yu has been immersed in the creation of his novel.
He worked day and night and stayed up all night, reliving the sense of urgency he felt during the imperial examination.
The difference is that this time the purpose is to make money.
Rush the manuscript!
Finally, the day before he took office, the first volume of "Sword Go" was released.
very nice!
Qi Yu looked at the stacks of manuscript papers in front of him, feeling filled with emotion. He never thought in his wildest dreams that he still had the potential to be a writer.
Yes, people are lazy and never take the initiative to change themselves. If they do, they are forced out by life.
That's what I am like.
While sighing with emotion, I also have some small worries in my heart. I wonder if a fairy tale style novel like this will be accepted by this era.
Qi Yu came to Xiong's Literary Society with an anxious mood.
Xiong Da was startled at first, and then politely asked him to sit in the back hall.
Xiong Da was quite surprised by this. He thought that Mr. Qi was just talking about it, but he didn't expect that he actually came here with the manuscript in hand.
Regardless of how well he writes, in terms of spirit alone, he is worthy of face-to-face respect.
So, I made a pot of perfunctory tea to receive him.
Hmm~~
Qi Yu frowned and took a sip of his tea cup, then put it down and stopped drinking. Then he hurriedly took out the final draft and handed it into Xiong Da's hand.
After receiving it, the latter also began to briefly read the manuscript.
"Vernacular? How do you write something like this?"
"Please, Mr. Xiong, please read on. If I really can't catch your eye, it means I can't handle this job, and I'll give up on writing novels."
"okay."
Because of his face, Xiong Da had no choice but to show off and browse quickly.
At the beginning, Xiong Da still had a look of disdain, but as the reading gradually deepened, he showed a look of disbelief, then he was surprised, shocked, and finally his eyes were like bells, and his eyes were shining.
Qi Yu didn't interrupt, he just sat there quietly, but his heart was already beating nervously.
Gradually, a trace of greed appeared in Xiong Da's eyes. It seemed that what he saw was not manuscript paper, but white banknotes.
Qi Yu observed the words and expressions there, and couldn't help but feel secretly happy.
It seems that good things are coming!
Sure enough, after Xiong Da put down the manuscript, he immediately put on a very friendly smiling face and moved Qi Yu's seat from the companion seat to the guest of honor seat. Then, he shouted to a waiter majestically.
: "You worthless thing, did you make this bad tea? Hurry up and bring me a good one!"
The guy looked innocent, but he still ran away.
Soon, good tea was served.
"Mr. Qi, try this tea. It's quite good."
"It cost Mr. Xiong money."
After Xiong Da laughed, he went straight to the topic: "With all due respect, I have never seen anyone write a novel in vernacular before." However, his tone suddenly changed and he added: "But, yours
This book has changed my previous views. The theme of "Sword Go" is so novel, and the storyline is also fascinating. I really don't know how you came up with such a thing..."
Qi Yu hurriedly cupped his hands in humility and said, "Mr. Xiong is so complimentary. I got this wonderful pen by chance."
Sixty-five taels of silver?
Mrs. Zhou was so happy when she heard this. She hurriedly put down her bowls and chopsticks and ran to the backyard, saying she wanted to burn incense for the Bodhisattva to thank him for his blessing.
Liu Quan was also very happy, but after she silently settled the accounts, her face turned cold.
She said: Nine times out of ten, the manuscript of this book will be sold at a loss!
Sold at a loss?
What is the basis?
Liu Quan said that this morning, she went to buy "Tai Shi Gong Shu" for Xiaotong. As a result, only half of the book cost 800 yuan. This shows that books in the capital are not cheap.
You must know that historical books like "Tai Shi Gong Shu" are printed in large quantities and are the lowest cost. Books published in private editions must be more expensive. If you use this as a reference, the selling price should be
No less than one tael of silver.
In other words, the literary agency only needs to sell a hundred books to recover all the costs. If it sells more books, it will be considered a profit.
It makes sense. How can the sales volume of a new book be only a small 100 copies?
Qi Yu smiled self-deprecatingly. It seemed that he was still not attentive enough. He was just investigating the subject of the novel, but he didn't pay attention to the selling price. Now he was at a disadvantage, right?
Not to mention, the lady is smarter than she is. She figured it out just by thinking about it.
However, there is nothing unbalanced. Other literary companies are also gambling. Who can guarantee that they will not lose money?