Ever since Wang Gang introduced Wu Sansheng, editor of Xiangjiang Publishing House, to Feng Huacheng, he devoted himself to imitating Wang Gang and making money by writing novels.
Unfortunately, when it comes to writing, talent is important and experience is even more important.
Feng Huacheng has no experience in writing martial arts novels, and even thinks that this kind of subject matter is vulgar. With such a mentality, how can he write any good works.
In the past three years, Feng Huacheng has submitted several manuscripts to Wu Sansheng, but all of them were rejected without exception.
Because of the inconvenience of cross-strait communication, it took a month to receive a letter each time it was sent. It took another month to wait for a reply, and two months of back and forth. The waiting became a torment.
Feng Huacheng submitted his manuscript for the first time, and he was very confident. He felt that writing vulgar martial arts novels with his own writing style was simply killing a chicken with a sledgehammer, and Wu Sansheng would definitely be satisfied.
He has even imagined that when he makes money from the publication of his novel, he can rent a larger house, show off to his wife, and then take his daughter to live with him.
After waiting for two months, Feng Huacheng received a reply from Wu Sansheng and was completely dumbfounded.
Wu Sansheng's reply contained a lot of content and was very polite. After complimenting Feng Huacheng's writing style, he politely rejected his novel.
The reason was that the content of the novel was too empty and could not fit the market, so it failed to pass the review.
This failed submission was a big blow to Feng Huacheng, but he knew that his brother-in-law had succeeded in submitting the manuscript for the first time, and the fee was not low.
Why can't I do it when it's my turn?
For this reason, Feng Huacheng doubted himself for a long time, and Zhou Rong couldn't stand it anymore, so she secretly showed the manuscript of his novel to Wang Gang, hoping that he would have some opinions.
After Wang Gang read what Feng Huacheng wrote, he also understood the reason for his failure.
Feng Huacheng's novel is actually quite good. Wang Gang can see that he put his heart into it, but unfortunately he put it in the wrong place.
"Show me Feng Huacheng's manuscript. Does he know it?" Wang Gang asked Zhou Rong after reading the manuscript.
"He doesn't know that I took it secretly," Zhou Rong said.
Wang Gang understood, and Feng Huacheng must know it. With Zhou Rong's mind, nothing could be hidden from Feng Huacheng.
Feng Huacheng couldn't save his face and came to him, so he asked Zhou Rong to come forward.
"Go back and tell Feng Huacheng that the novels he wrote are too literary and artistic and are not suitable for the mainstream market in Xiangjiang." Wang Gang sighed.
"It's too literary, that's not true! I've seen it, and your brother-in-law's words and sentences are very good. Aren't literary works good at being literary?" Zhou Rong asked in confusion.
Wang Gang shook his head and said: "There are many kinds of literary works. For subjects such as martial arts novels, most of the readers are ordinary people. They need to be suitable for the general public. The wording and wording are too literary, which will make people feel alienated and not down to earth.
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"What is grounding energy?" Zhou Rong asked again.
Wang Gang said impatiently: "The protagonist in Feng Huacheng's novel is not like a martial arts hero, but more like a weak scholar. Let him correct himself."
Wang Gang wasn't too concerned about Feng Huacheng's affairs and sent Zhou Rong away in just a few words.
After Zhou Rong went back and told Feng Huacheng what Wang Gang had said, he thought carefully about it for two days, made major changes to the novel he originally wrote, and then sent it to Wu Sansheng.
Two months later, Feng Huacheng received a reply from Wu Sansheng, and the manuscript was returned again. This time it was because the novel was too bland and the plot had no plot.
Feng Huacheng was depressed again for several days, then thought hard and revised it again.
After going back and forth like this three or four times, Feng Huacheng's manuscript was returned again and again. Not only did his self-confidence suffer a serious blow, but even Wu Sansheng became a little impatient and went directly to the capital to meet Feng Huacheng.
Wu Sansheng came to the capital, naturally not only because of Feng Huacheng, but also because of Wang Gang.
It has been almost three years since the publication of The Condor, and it has set off sales myths in many places in Southeast Asia, especially in the Xiangjiang area, where it has sold five million copies in three years.
The original contract signed by Wang Gang and the publishing house stated that if Condor Sales sold two million units per year for three consecutive years, Wang Gang's copyright share would be 20%.
Today, the total sales volume of Condor is 9 million units, far exceeding the contract standard. The publishing house has to give Wang Gang a 20% share, deducting nearly 3 million yuan in costs.
This is just the first share of the revenue. As the sales of Condor in Southeast Asia continue to rise, Wang Gang’s share will only increase.
The main purpose of Wu Sansheng's visit to the capital this time was not only to send money to Wang Gang, but also to discuss the publishing conditions for the second part of The Condor: The Condor.
With the popularity of Condor Shooting, many people are interested in Wang Gang.
Wu Sansheng came to Wang Gang with great sincerity this time and directly offered a 25% share without any sales volume requirement.
This share ratio is rare in Hong Kong, let alone for an author from the Mainland.
Wang Gang did not embarrass Wu Sansheng, and directly signed the contract and agreed to the publication of Shendiao.
There was suddenly an extra three million in the account, which was still foreign exchange. Wang Gang was immediately distracted, but at the same time he also discovered a problem.
Even if he has money, he can't spend it.
In the 1980s, reform and opening up had just begun across the country, and there were very few households worth ten thousand yuan. Wang Gang had more than three million yuan in his account, but there were not many places where he could use the money.
There is no way to buy or sell a house, let alone a car, and there is no way to buy one if you have money.
You don’t need so much money for other expenses at home.
"Mr. Zhou, are you worried about how to spend money?" Wu Sansheng is a very observant person, and he immediately noticed that Wang Gang
of distress.
"Mr. Wu, do you have any suggestions?" Wang Gang asked.
Wu Sansheng smiled and said: "Mr. Zhou, have you considered buying property in Xiangjiang? If you have the opportunity to develop with us in the future."
Wang Gang's eyes lit up. Houses in the mainland cannot be bought and sold, but in Xiangjiang they can!
At this time, Xiangjiang's economy had just begun to take off, and housing prices were not as scary as they were later. They were around four to five thousand per square meter, and a small apartment of 60 square meters only cost two to three hundred thousand.
"If Mr. Zhou is interested in investing in real estate in Xiangjiang, I can help him. Even if he just moves there, it's no problem. Our publishing house will handle all the procedures." Wu Sansheng said with a smile.
Now that Wang Gang is a cash cow for the publishing house, Wu Sansheng needs to be currying favor with him.
When leaving Xiangjiang, the president told him to go to Wu San Province and meet all Wang Gang's requirements. Except for the share ratio, everything else was easy to discuss.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Wang Gang thought for a while and decided to forget about moving to Xiangjiang. If he is willing to go, I am afraid that Li Suhua and Zheng Juan will not go either.
However, investing in real estate is a good choice.
There is still a lot of room for appreciation in the value of houses in Xiangjiang. Although it is not as exaggerated as a courtyard house, it is also a guarantee for children in the future.
Wang Gang doesn't want to do business in this life, but he always wants to leave some assets to his descendants. Investing in real estate is also a way to make money, which is better than leaving the money in the bank to mold.
"Then please trouble Brother Wu and help me keep an eye on real estate in Xiangjiang. My requirements are not high. A house of fifty or sixty square meters, and the most important thing is in a good location. Give me five units first."
Wu Sansheng suddenly had the illusion that Wang Gang was not buying a house, but buying groceries.
"Okay, brother Zhou, leave this matter to me. I will definitely handle it for you."
After the two exchanged cups, Wu Sansheng mentioned Feng Huacheng again.
"Brother Zhou! That brother-in-law of yours, Feng Huacheng, has been giving me a hard time lately!" Wu Sansheng said with a bitter face.
"What's wrong? His novel failed again." Wang Gang said with a smile.
Wu Sansheng smiled bitterly and said: "Yes! This is already the fifth time. The president even has objections to me. No new writer can get five chances. Usually if he fails to pass two times, our publishing house will not consider it again.
If it weren't for your sake, I would have cut off contact with your brother-in-law."
"Can you please advise your brother-in-law to listen to my opinion? He is really not suitable for writing martial arts. Let's try another subject." Wu Sansheng said.
"I won't get involved in your affairs, and you don't have to worry about my face." Wang Gang said calmly.
Wu Sansheng heard something else from Wang Gang's words.
"Is it really okay? He is your brother-in-law after all!"
Wang Gang shook his head and said: "Don't think too much about our relationship, just do whatever you want."
What Wu Sansheng was waiting for was Wang Gang's words.
Later, Wu Sansheng approached Feng Huacheng directly to express that the publishing house recognized his writing style, but that he was indeed not suitable for martial arts themes, and advised him to change his writing style.
Wu Sansheng also brought Feng Huacheng three novels with new themes and suggested that he imitate them and try to write them.
Feng Huacheng almost overturned the table immediately.
What Wu Sansheng brought is the kind of erotic novel. Doesn’t this kill people?
But in the end, Feng Huacheng did not lift the table, but silently put the three books into his bag.
No matter how talented a scholar is, he must face reality. His character cannot be exchanged for money.
Feng Huacheng came home with a complicated look on his face and read all three novels. Every time he read them, he blushed and his neck became thick, but every time he suppressed the humiliation in his heart and forced himself to read on.
One time, Zhou Rong was curious about what Feng Huacheng was reading, so she secretly took a book to read, but she jumped up angrily after reading only a few pages.
"Feng Huacheng, what do you think of this shameless thing!"
