Feng Huacheng knew that Wang Gang's manuscripts were highly remunerative and could make money, but he did not expect that it would be as exaggerated as 1000 words and 80.
In other words, he didn't expect that there would be such a big gap between the remuneration in China and that in Xiangjiang.
Feng Huacheng has published poems before and received remuneration, usually between 5 yuan and 15 yuan per thousand words.
This price is already considered very high. The income of a full-time writer is about one hundred yuan per month, which is considered a high-income group.
Originally, Feng Huacheng thought Wang Gang was the same.
"Is the remuneration in Xiangjiang that high?" Feng Huacheng turned to Wang Gang and asked.
"It wasn't that high before, but in recent years, Xiangjiang's economy has developed rapidly, and prices have also risen, so wages will naturally rise as well." Wang Gang explained:
"Furthermore, only a small group of people enjoy a royalties of 80 per 1,000 words. Most people's royalties are around 30 to 50 per 1,000 words."
Xia Chenglong added: "The development of Xiangjiang is almost changing day by day, and Mr. Zhou's remuneration for the third part of The Condor Shooting will also increase."
Feng Huacheng understood what Xia Chenglong meant, which meant that Wang Gang's remuneration would be increased, and it would most likely exceed 100 yuan per thousand words, or even higher.
Wang Gang doesn't really care, because he knows that the real big deal is still the copyright share, and the royalties are all one-time transactions. Only with the copyright in hand can he continue to gain income.
When Mr. Jin was at his peak, the copyright share of several novels was calculated in "hundred million". More importantly, the copyright could be passed on to future generations as inheritance.
Looking at it from another perspective, even if Wang Gang dies unexpectedly, his family will still be able to obtain his copyright income, and they will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives, which is safer than buying life insurance.
Feng Huacheng's mind was spinning all the time, and he was always thinking about the royalties.
He works in the Capital Library and earns about thirty yuan a month. Even if he adds some income from writing, the total subsidy from his unit is less than fifty yuan.
After working hard for a month, it was probably just enough for Wang Gang to write a novel for half an hour. Feng Huacheng felt unbalanced.
"Mr. Xia, I don't know what type of articles your newspaper likes." Feng Huacheng's eyes were filled with the light of money.
Xia Chenglong glanced at Wang Gang, turned to Feng Huacheng and said: "Because our newspaper has Mr. Zhou's Condor Shooting, martial arts themes will no longer be considered."
Feng Huacheng said anxiously: "I can also write other articles."
Xia Chenglong said impatiently: "Mr. Feng, to be honest, your writing style is very good, but it is really not suitable for our newspaper."
When Feng Huacheng heard this, he was very disappointed and his whole body wilted.
Wu Sansheng didn't want to offend Wang Gang. No matter what, Feng Huacheng was Wang Gang's brother-in-law.
"Mr. Feng, if you have good works, our publishing house will accept them."
Feng Huacheng's eyes lit up and asked: "Really?"
Wu Sansheng took out a book from his bag and handed it to Feng Huacheng.
"Novel with this theme is very popular in Xiangjiang now. If Mr. Feng can write this type of novel and maintain his writing style, I guarantee that it will be published, and the manuscript fee of 1,000 words and 50 is not impossible."
Feng Huacheng took the book and blushed when he saw the cover.
Because the cover of the book that Wu Sansheng handed over showed a woman dressed very boldly, and the clothes on her body were the same as if she was not wearing anything at all.
This kind of cover catches the eye at first glance, but it also tells everyone that this is not a serious book.
Feng Huacheng patiently turned through a few pages, and soon confirmed his suspicion. This was simply an erotic novel.
"You want me to write something like this." Feng Huacheng stood up angrily, his face turning red from suppressing his emotions.
Wu Sansheng quickly explained: "Mr. Feng, the book you are holding is the best-selling novel of our publishing house. This year alone, one million copies were sold in Southeast Asia. The author can earn 100,000 yuan a year."
Feng Huacheng's eyes widened, he took a breath, then turned to look at Wang Gang and asked:
"Bingkun, have you also written this type of book?"
Wang Gang immediately shook his head and said: "I write about the martial arts genre, and it has nothing to do with this."
Wu Sansheng smiled and said: "If Mr. Feng wants to write about martial arts, that's not impossible. As long as it's of Mr. Zhou's level, our publishing house will accept it."
Feng Huacheng sent the book back and said, "I can also write about martial arts."
Wang Gang raised his eyebrows and was noncommittal.
Everyone can write novels, but not many can write well. It’s not that Wang Gang looks down on Feng Huacheng. He doesn’t even know what martial arts is, so how can he write martial arts novels well?
Wu Sansheng didn't know this, and said to Feng Huacheng enthusiastically: "If Mr. Feng has any works, you can send them to me in the future. My address in Xiangjiang is..."
Feng Huacheng carefully sent the address down, thinking that he would retreat and write when he returned home. He would definitely outshine his brother-in-law and make his wife feel proud.
Next, Wang Gang discussed some issues with Wu Sansheng about the publication of The Condor, and roughly finalized all the details. Once the official contract is issued, Xiangjiang can officially publish it.
Feng Huacheng listened to the whole process. When he learned that Wang Gang's income from one novel was at least six figures, and that this was only the first year's income, and there would be more in the future, he got pink eye on the spot.
The next day, Wu Sansheng and Xia Chenglong returned to Xiangjiang. Wang Gang also bought everything in the house and prepared to return to Jichun.
Zhou Rong and Feng Huacheng left one day early, deliberately avoiding Wang Gang, and Wang Gang was happy to be quiet.
Since he and Zhou Rong had broken up, there was no need to keep up appearances.
Wang Gang took the train for two more days before arriving in Jichun. Zheng Juan came to pick him up on her bicycle.
"Bingkun, did your trip to the capital go well this time?" Zheng Juan put her husband's luggage in the back seat of the car and the two of them walked back together.
"It went very smoothly. Not only has the house been completed, but the contract in Xiangjiang has also been signed. It will be printed out as soon as the next year." Wang Gang said with a smile: "How is your family?"
Zheng Juan's face darkened and she said, "Our father went to Jichun that day after you left, and my eldest brother went to pick him up. My sister and brother-in-law also arrived yesterday, but..."
Seeing the way Zheng Juan hesitated to speak, Wang Gang basically guessed what she was talking about.
"Did Zhou Rong sue me?"
Zheng Juan suddenly stopped and asked, "Did you really hit your sister?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wang Dare to admit it as soon as he dared to do it, nodded and said: "Yes, I slapped her, but she deserved it."
"Dad was very angry and said he wanted to seek justice for my sister." Zheng Juan took Wang Gang's arm and said, "Don't be stubborn with dad when you go back later. Take the initiative to admit your mistake and this matter will be over."
Wang Gang stretched out his right hand, hugged Zheng Juan and said, "Don't worry! I know what to do.
Zhou Bingyi didn't say anything bad about me in front of dad?"
Zheng Juan shook her head and said: "No, my eldest brother has not been at home these two days. It seems that there is something wrong with my eldest sister-in-law's family."
When Wang Gang heard this, he snorted coldly. This Zhou Bingyi really wanted to be a son-in-law. He rarely reunited with his parents. He only had his high-ranking father-in-law and mother-in-law in his heart.
"Don't blame your eldest brother. He's caught in the middle. He's actually quite pitiful." Zheng Juan advised.
"He asked for it on himself, maybe he would be happy with it!" Wang Gang sneered.
The couple walked home slowly. As soon as they reached the door, they saw Zhou Zhigang holding Zhou Cong with a smile on his face, standing in the yard basking in the sun.
"My dear grandson, please call me grandpa." Zhou Zhigang hugged Zhou Cong dotingly and kept making him happy.
The one-year-old Zhou Cong could not speak at this time, but Zhou Zhigang still enjoyed it.
"Dad, I'm back." Wang Gang stepped forward and said hello.
Zhou Zhigang's original smiling face suddenly disappeared.
"You kid, you still know how to come back." Zhou Zhigang yelled angrily, perhaps a little too loudly, and Zhou Cong was so frightened that he started crying.
When Zhou Zhigang heard Zhou Cong crying, he was startled and quickly hugged him to comfort him.
"Xiao Cong Cong, dear, Grandpa is sorry for you. Grandpa scared you."
Wang Gang couldn't help but smile when he saw how humble Zhou Zhigang was coaxing his grandson.
In his memory, Zhou Zhigang had never treated him like this, and even Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Rong never coaxed him.
This may be one thing that brings down another thing.
"Why is the child crying?" Li Suhua heard Zhou Cong crying and walked out of the room.
Zhou Zhigang handed his grandson to Li Suhua, then took off his shoes and hit Wang Gang.
Wang Gang threw the bag away and hid behind Zheng Juan.
"You bastard, come out here and see if I don't beat you to death." Zhou Zhigang shouted angrily.
"Dad, why did you hit me?" Wang Gang asked knowingly.
"You still dare to say, tell me, did you slap your sister?" Zhou Zhigang said angrily.
"Old Comrade Zhou, you need to change your habit of getting physical when we meet. I did hit Zhou Rong, so why don't you ask me why I hit Zhou Rong." Wang Gang stood up from behind Zheng Juan and straightened his chest.
said.
Zhou Zhigang was stunned. He had never seen his youngest son like this before. When he did something before, his youngest son would either suffer or hide. He had never been so confident as he is today.
"It's reasonable for you to hit someone!" Zhou Zhigang became even more angry and shouted: "You are a younger brother and a man, how can you attack my sister?"
Wang Gang said: "If Zhou Rong wants to hit me, I can't just stand there and hit her!"
Zhou Zhigang said angrily: "I've asked you clearly. Your sister wants to beat you because you splashed water on her face."
Wang Gang asked again: "Then she didn't say why I splashed water on her face?"
