Chapter 57 Word 3
Chapter 57: Thousand Words and
"Editor-in-Chief Wei Hua, please take a look. I found a particularly good manuscript. After reading it, I really liked it."
Lin Weihua had just seen off a writer and was frowning in annoyance.
He has been feeling upset these days because his son got injured in a fight at school.
It made him lose interest in work.
"What kind of manuscript can make you so excited?"
Lin Weihua didn't even have the desire to pick up the manuscript and read it.
Ouyang Zhi put the manuscript in front of him and said, "Editor-in-chief, please take a look. I think it's very good."
"When I saw this manuscript, I thought of my life as an educated youth. It's only been a dozen years, but it brings back so many memories. I believe that once it's published, it will resonate with countless people."
However, Lin Weihua did not talk to him about the life of educated youth, but asked an irrelevant question.
"Ouyang, a few days ago, an old educated youth who had been to the countryside submitted a manuscript to me. I accepted it.
The story he wrote above is also about that place. You are also someone who has experienced it.
If those kids come to our house, what will our current family do?"
Speaking of this, he thought of himself.
Ouyang also knew what he was thinking.
Every family has sutras that are difficult to recite.
"This author wrote this from the perspective of a child from a single-parent family."
"Oh?" Lin Weihua picked it up curiously and took a look at it.
……
Lin Weihua lights a cigarette
"It's really good, and the writing is better than the one I read before."
Then he handed the manuscript to Ouyang Zhi, "You make your own decision. I give you this right."
"Are you still worried about the child?"
When talking about children, Lin Weihua complained, "That's right. You said that the child is so young, it's not normal to fight with others in school. When we were in school, we fought with classmates every day. We fought one second and made up the next. In the end, the child's mother, Yaling, had to make trouble with other children's parents."
"Is the injury serious?" Ouyang asked with concern.
"It's okay, just a little scrape on my face. I got a few stitches."
"..."
Ouyang Zhi thought to himself: "You are so careless. It's not a big deal even though I have stitches."
This was also a serious injury when they were young.
The medical conditions are poor and people may die if infected.
It's just that now, if we have any minor illness, we go to the hospital.
"I'm going to go out and reply to that author first. Let's have lunch together at noon? It's my treat."
"Okay, I'm just in a bad mood, let's have a couple of drinks. It's rare that Ouyang can treat us, I'm going to treat you well."
With the permission from Lin Weihua, Ouyang can have a good talk with young writers like Li Kang.
He was very optimistic about this new writer who looked like a college student.
Moreover, the other party's life experience also moved him to pity.
The combination of multiple factors made him want to cultivate it.
What is the best way to cultivate talents? Of course, it is to pay for their contributions.
But in order to prevent newcomers from being affected by the performance of the first book in subsequent events.
When Ouyang asked Li Kang to come over for a talk, he deliberately suppressed his emotions.
"Mr. Mayou (Li Kang's pen name is Mayou Du Fu), I showed your book to the editor-in-chief. He gave a two-word evaluation."
Editor Ouyang deliberately kept Li Kang in suspense.
Li Kang was also very understanding and asked, "Which two words?" He guessed in his mind, "It's OK?"
"He said, your manuscript is good!"
"Really? That's great." Li Kang just showed a smile on his face. He didn't jump up excitedly like others after receiving their manuscripts.
Ouyang saw it and said, "This kid has good concentration and a good mentality."
"You are still a newcomer. Your first manuscript was accepted by our magazine. You should feel very honored."
Li Kang was a little confused about what the other party meant, so he said, "I am honored that Harvest is so famous in the literary world."
Ouyang took the initiative to hand over a Zhonghua cigarette, "Smoke less." "...Let me smoke less, and you're forcing cigarettes on me."
Then Ouyang Zhi handed over a lighter and said, "I can pay you according to the national standard for royalties. I will pay you one hundred per thousand words."
After hearing the thousand words and one hundred sentences, Li Kang was finally moved.
Ouyang Zhi was very happy to see Li Kang's reaction, and thought: "He is so young, and he got such a high fee. He must be very happy."
Unexpectedly, Li Kang stood up and was about to leave.
"Hey~! Why are you leaving so suddenly?"
"Sorry, I think our cooperation should end here."
"Why? Can you explain it clearly?"
Ouyang Zhi thought that based on his experience, he could just give the new author some warning and there shouldn't be any problems.
If new authors are not suppressed, how can they gain stamina?
He has seen too many talented authors who had too smooth sailing early on.
It lacked follow-up efforts and was surpassed by later authors.
"You're paying me 100 per thousand words? I heard that other people's manuscripts are paid at least 200 per thousand words. I think I should submit it to another publication. I can't afford Harvest."
"No, no! Let's talk if we have something to say."
Ouyang Zhi stood up and pressed Li Kang down on his seat, preventing him from leaving.
Such a promising newcomer, if he runs away from him.
Who knows how his colleagues will laugh at him in the future.
"You are still young. The current fee of one hundred yuan per thousand words is not low for you."
"Once you become famous, the next payment for your royalties will be several times higher. Believe me." Ouyang Zhi patted him on the shoulder.
But Li Kang didn't buy it. "You're just making empty promises for him."
He had had enough of all kinds of big cakes in his previous life.
Come to you and still make promises for me.
Go away.
"You are not sincere."
"I don't need your small things. You don't need my work either," Li Kang shrugged.
There are so many famous magazines and no shortage of places to submit articles.
If you really can't do it, you can just submit it to Youth Digest.
Li Kang was determined to leave, and Ouyang Zhi was really anxious.
"Hey~! Young people are just impatient. I didn't say we can't talk." Editor Ouyang slid to his knees quite quickly.
The people queuing behind were stunned.
In this era, people like Editor Ouyang are rarer than pandas.
Don't look at identity, only look at strength.
"Three hundred per thousand words. This is the highest price I can give you. I originally wanted to pressure you this time and compensate you next time."
Li Kang rolled his eyes secretly, "If he fails to take off, there will be no next time. It is better to get the money at once. As for whether he will become restless and unable to create with peace of mind from then on."
Li Kang thought he couldn't do it. Writing a thousand words costs three hundred yuan, and writing hundreds of thousands of words only costs a few dollars.
Of course, this does not include the publishing fees for the subsequent physical book.
If you write well, you may be able to sell tens of millions of copies of one book like Yu Hua, and earn tens or even hundreds of millions.
From now on, the two of them will be brothers from the same school.
Li Kang doesn't have the confidence to compare with Yu Hua.
I would be satisfied with just a few million dollars.
Of course it is also very difficult.
With so many copies sold, readers will definitely look at it with a magnifying glass.
I don’t know how many times it will have to be revised before it is officially published.
New book, please help me, I will finish it soon. It is being updated quickly.
As a non-full-time author, writing is too painful.
(End of this chapter)