Wang Gang took the key to the house from Li Wenxin, and then walked around Sijiu City by himself.
Since he left the world of Siheyuan, he has not been back to Sijiu City much.
The capitals of the two worlds are actually similar. Wang Gang went to the courtyard where he lived before to have a look. Unfortunately, there were other people living there, and no one Wang Gang knew.
Wang Gang also knew that the courtyard and the human world could not be connected, otherwise there would be two of him?
After giving up the last glimmer of hope, Wang Gang went directly to the supply and marketing cooperative and spent money to buy a lot of things.
After seeing that the time was almost up, Wang Gang went to Quanjude, ready to try what was different about roast duck in this world.
When he came to Quanjude and inquired about it, he found that someone from Xiangjiang Newspaper had already arrived and was waiting for him in a private room.
Wang Gang told the waiter that if anyone came to see him later, he would take him to a private room directly.
The waiter asked Wang Gang his name and took him to a private room.
There were two people sitting in the private room, one in his forties and one in his fifties, both wearing suits, very conspicuous.
As soon as Wang came in, they both stood up at the same time.
"Are you Mr. Zhou?" The man in his fifties asked Wang Gang politely.
"You are Teacher Shao's classmate, Teacher Xia Chenglong, right?" Wang Gang recognized the identity of the person.
When Wang Gang's novels were serialized in Xiangjiang Newspaper, Xia Chenglong was a big help. Wang Gang always wanted to thank him.
"Mr. Zhou, I finally meet you. I didn't expect you to be younger and more promising than I thought." Xia Chenglong walked over in three steps and shook hands with Wang Gang enthusiastically.
"I have wanted to meet you for a long time, but I never had the chance." Wang Gang smiled and sat down with Xia Chenglong.
"This is Editor-in-Chief Wu of Changjiang Publishing House, Wu Sansheng." Xia Chenglong introduced Wang Gang's companion.
Xiangjiang Wenbao and Changjiang Publishing House are brother companies. According to the ranking, although Wu Sansheng is young, he is Xia Chenglong's superior.
"Mr. Zhou, I have admired his name for a long time, but I never expected that someone so young could write a masterpiece as great as The Condor Shooting."
Wu Sansheng and Xia Chenglong were both shocked by Wang Gang's age. In their impression, someone who could write a novel like The Condor should be forty years old or not in his fifties.
"You two are so polite." Wang Gang smiled and said, "You haven't ordered yet! This restaurant's roast duck is famous throughout the country. You must try it."
Wang Gang directly ordered the food and said that he would treat the meal and that his brother-in-law would come over to eat together in a while.
Xia Chenglong and Wu Sansheng still wanted to compete for the bill, but in the end they couldn't compete with Wang Gang.
Wang Gang was also willing to spend money, ordered a large table of delicious dishes, and even opened a bottle of Moutai.
Before the food and wine were served, Wu Sansheng got down to business and discussed with Wang Gang the publication of The Condor Shooting.
The conditions offered by the publishing house to Wang Gang were quite good. It was a copyright sharing contract, and they stated that after the publication of The Condor, it would not only be sold in Xiangjiang, but also be sold to Southeast Asian countries through the publishing channel.
Wang Gang has no objections to this, but is not satisfied with the share ratio.
The publishing house gave a 7% share ratio, which means that for every book sold, after deducting the cost, Wang Gang would get less than 10% of the profit.
Wu Sansheng saw Wang Gang's thoughts and suggested:
"Mr. Zhou, our publishing house has two other ways of cooperation. One is to buy out, and the other is to purchase the exclusive copyright for twenty years."
"How much does it cost to buy out the rights, and how much does it cost to purchase the exclusive copyright for twenty years?" Wang Gang asked.
Wu Sansheng said: "The first type buys out 300,000 yuan, and the second type buys out 150,000 yuan."
Wang Gang raised his eyebrows, but neither agreed nor objected.
Seeing that Wang Gang was silent, Wu Sansheng felt unsure.
Before setting off from Xiangjiang, the bottom line the president gave him was a 10% copyright share or a buyout of 500,000 yuan.
This price may not be very high in Xiangjiang, but it is sky-high in mainland China.
Wu Sansheng saw that Wang Gang was young and thought he didn't understand anything, so he lowered the price.
Wang Gang thought about it for a long time and then looked at Xia Chenglong.
"Mr. Zhou, you have to know that Shooting the Condor is your first book. Although the newspaper serialization is very successful, no one can guarantee the sales volume after it is published as a book." Xia Chenglong said.
Wang Gang nodded, and then said: "Let's do this! I still choose to share the copyright, but the share ratio will be changed."
Wu Sansheng frowned and said, "How much does Mr. Zhou want?"
Wang Gang said: "My idea is that the share ratio is based on sales volume. The better the sales volume, the higher the share ratio.
If the sales volume is less than 100,000 copies, I will take 5%; if it is more than 100,000 copies but less than 300,000 copies, I will take 10%; if it is more than 300,000 copies but less than 1 million copies, I will take 15%; if it is more than 1 million copies, I will take 20%.”
Wu Sansheng thought quickly after hearing this.
The most popular novel in Xiangjiang at this time has an annual sales volume of only about one million copies.
Wang Gang's proposal is actually beneficial to both parties. If you sell less, the share will be smaller. The publishing house can stop losses in time. If you sell more, the share will be higher, but the publishing house will always take the lion's share and make more money.
However, the publishing house sent Wu Sansheng to discuss cooperation, so he naturally wanted to maximize benefits.
"Mr. Zhou, can you change the sales volume of the volume into a set? We are going to prepare a million-word Condor Shooting and publish it in four volumes, a set of four volumes. It would be more reasonable to use the sales volume of the set." Wu Sansheng suggested.
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Wang Gang touched his chin and thought for a while, then said: "It can be calculated in units, but the sales volume cannot be based on the sales volume in Xiangjiang, but on the entire Southeast Asia."
Wu Sansheng and Xia Chenglong looked at each other, calculating the gains and losses in their minds.
Wang Gang said again at this time: "I have finished writing the second part of The Condor Shooting and am working on the third part."
When Xia Chenglong heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.
After the shooting of the Condor was over, the Xiangjiang newspaper immediately serialized the Divine Condor. Now the sales of the newspaper have doubled compared to before, and almost all of them are dedicated to the Divine Condor.
Xia Chenglong himself also became deputy editor-in-chief because he found two hits for the newspaper. It can be said that he gained both fame and fortune.
Therefore, Xia Chenglong is very grateful to Wang Gang.
"Editor Wu, I think Mr. Zhou's proposal is very good. Would you like to discuss it with the publishing house first?" Xia Chenglong said to Wu Sansheng.
Wu Sansheng lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said to Wang Gang: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou, I have to make a phone call first. You can eat first without waiting for me."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After saying that, Wu Sansheng hurriedly left Quanjude.
"Mr. Zhou, don't worry, the publishing house actually attaches great importance to Condor Publishing, and your proposal will probably pass." Xia Chenglong said to Wang Gang.
"Teacher Xia, how long can you stay here this time? Do you want me to take you around Sijiu City?" Wang Gang said with a smile.
"Forget it, we can only stay for three days this time. We have to leave the day after tomorrow." Xia Chenglong said, "This trip is not easy."
Wang Gang said: "It will be fine in the future."
While the two were chatting, the door of the private room suddenly opened. Wang Gang originally thought that Wu Sansheng was returning, but unexpectedly the people who arrived turned out to be Feng Huacheng and Zhou Rong.
When Wang Gang saw Zhou Rong, he was a little surprised.
"Bingkun, I'm sorry, we're late!" Feng Huacheng saw Wang Gang and apologized first, then his eyes were full of Xia Chenglong.
Zhou Rong was reluctantly pulled in by Feng Huacheng and said to Xia Chenglong: "This is the editor of Xiangjiang Newspaper! I am Bingkun's brother-in-law, and this is his sister Zhou Rong."
When Xia Chenglong heard that he was Wang Gang's sister and brother-in-law, he quickly stood up and said politely: "Hello, I didn't expect Mr. Zhou's sister to be a great beauty!"
An ordinary polite word may not matter in Xiangjiang, but in Zhou Rong's ears, it gave her a very bad first impression of Xia Chenglong.
She even began to suspect that Xia Chenglong was fake and not the editor of a popular newspaper in Hong Kong at all.
Feng Huacheng didn't notice anything was wrong with his wife, so he shook hands with Xia Chenglong warmly and treated each other politely.
He brought Zhou Rong here today just to use Wang Gang's identity as his sister to get closer to each other.
"Zhou Bingkun, where did you find such a frivolous person to pretend to be a newspaper editor?" Zhou Rong said coldly to Wang Gang.
Wang Gang frowned, Xia Chenglong was shocked, but Feng Huacheng was embarrassed.
"Zhou Rong, what are you talking about?" Feng Huacheng pulled Zhou Rong to ask her to calm down.
"Did I make a mistake? Look at this person, how does he look like a Xiangjiang person? His Northeastern dialect is better than ours?" Zhou Rong always insisted on her opinion.
Xia Chenglong is indeed different from ordinary editors. He has little literary aura, but more of a businessman. He is good at making connections, but his literary quality is not high.
In addition, he was originally from Northeast China and moved to Xiangjiang to develop his career, so his accent never changed.
"Miss Zhou, do you have any misunderstanding about me?" Xia Chenglong looked at Wang Gang and then at Zhou Rong, not angry for the time being.
Zhou Rong said firmly: "Tell me the truth how much money Zhou Bingkun spent to let you act in this play."
"That's enough, Zhou Rong." Feng Huacheng couldn't sit still at all. He stood up and shouted to Zhou Rong: "What did I tell you before I came here, and you have forgotten it!?"