"Writer Lin, as usual, after a writer signs a contract with a publishing house, all copyrights are handed over to the publishing house for operation." Fang Jiangnan said cautiously.

Lin Bufan smiled sarcastically and said: "Copyright is the most valuable thing. Jin Daxia's works such as "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and "Dragon" have collected a lot of copyright fees, but he owns all the copyrights.

, leave it to you to operate it, who knows how much profit it will make."

"Writer Lin, don't worry, we all have the details of copyright income. We won't fail to tell you."

"Come on, after all, publishing houses are also companies, and they also want to make more money, so how to make more money? It's nothing more than exploiting writers." Lin Bufan said sharply.

Fang Jiangnan's scalp was numb. Facing Lin Bufan, he always had no openings to exploit, "Writer Lin, our publishing house is very influential in China, and libraries across the country are connected with us. There is no shortage in this world."

Talent, but an organization run for talents. We know you have the ability, but you also need to rely on our publishing house to open the market and have channels. Without channels, how can you promote it. This is like the relationship between products and TV stations. If you don’t do it,

Advertising, no matter how good your product is, no one will buy it."

Lin Bufan opened the computer with a smile and clicked on a Chinese novel website.

At that time, the red sleeves were fragrant, and under the banyan tree, it had begun to take shape.

Lin Bufan pointed to the novels recommended on the web page and said: "In the future, print media will decline and online literature will rise. In the final analysis, your publishing house can only dominate by relying on its own channels. But more and more people are starting to read books online. You

Do you know the number of daily visitors to this website? Let me tell you, it is 500,000, and 500,000 readers are reading the book. There are many Chinese novel websites like this. I can use the Internet to open channels without selling copyrights."

"After all, the Internet cannot cover all the people, but our paper media is different. Newspapers, books, and magazines will always be the mainstream." Fang Jiangnan does not believe that everyone will be able to access the Internet in the future. "Also, do you know how much it costs to access the Internet for one hour?"

Not every student or every family can afford it."

Lin Bufan smiled and opened "First Intimate Contact" by Cai Cai, the originator of Internet articles in 1998. At that time, this article of tens of thousands of words had already received millions of clicks and aroused enthusiasm in major forums.

discuss.

"Have you read Editor Fang's online article "First Intimate Contact"? If you have read it, do you still dare to say that there is no future for online articles in the future?" Lin Bufan sneered a few times and continued, "Technology is developing.

, In the future, everyone will be able to afford a mobile phone, and the mobile phone can directly connect to the Internet, and the annual Internet fee will be affordable."

"Writer Lin, a computer costs more than RMB 10,000, and a mobile phone costs RMB 10,000. There are not many families with mobile phones and computers, and paper media will not decline." Fang Jiangnan said unconvinced, "Since paper was found

Since its emergence, paper media has been the most important medium for people to access knowledge. It has existed for thousands of years, and it will not decline just because you say it will."

Lin Bufan smiled, "Forget it, you will know in the future."

After the rise of online writing, it has become increasingly difficult to sell books.

"Writer Lin, I admit that you have literary talent and are a rare talent, but you should not be arrogant about your talent. Writers have always needed the help of publishing houses to become famous."

"I don't want to be famous. If I wanted to, I could just buy a book number, find a printing house to print the book, and sell it directly."

"Hahahaha..." Fang Jiangnan laughed, "Do you know how much it costs to print 1 million copies of a book?"

Just as I finished speaking, someone knocked on the door.

It's Zhang Yini.

"Xiao Lin, I have something to tell you, won't you bother me?" Zhang Yiyi smiled politely at Fang Jiangnan.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

"The nursing home still needs 10 million yuan to purchase equipment. The cost of the subsequent three large gardens will be 3 million yuan...a total expenditure of 15 million yuan. Do you think it will work?" Zhang Yini said to Lin Bufan while holding the documents.

"Well, anyway, there are still more than 50 million, and the expenditure of 15 million is no problem, let's do it." Lin Bufan nodded slightly, showing a leadership posture.

"Well, then I will follow this plan." Zhang Yini took out a business card and handed it to Fang Jiangnan, "Hello editor, I am the owner of this restaurant."

Fang Jiangnan was stunned, a business worth tens of millions?

"Hello, hello, I am the editor of Changjiang Publishing House, and my surname is Fang." Fang Jiangnan also gave Zhang Yini his business card.

After Zhang Yini left, Fang Jiangnan swallowed his saliva and looked at Lin Bufan in disbelief, "You...you do other businesses?"

"Well, yes. I have never thought about making money by writing books. There is no way to make money by doing business." Lin Bufan smiled and pointed at the vast city outside the window and said, "In the future, this city will undergo earth-shaking changes."

Changes. Editor Fang, let me give you a hint. If you buy a few more houses, you will be able to double your number more than ten times in the future."

"Nonsense, can a house be that valuable?"

At that time, the work units also allocated houses, and ordinary people were not so discerning.

"Editor Fang, don't you know that the number of houses in the economic development zone has tripled?"

In those days, there was a delay in the circulation of information. When housing prices were rising, you had to go to the housing price exchange or go to a real estate agency to find out.

"Is there such a thing?" Fang Jiangnan was busy writing, revising, and editing manuscripts all day long. He basically turned a deaf ear to what was happening in the market.

"Well, if you have money, hurry up and invest in the economic development zone. I guarantee you will make money." Lin Bufan patted Fang Jiangnan on the shoulder and said.

Fang Jiangnan's head was buzzing, and he said after a while: "I came here today to discuss publishing matters. Why did we talk about the house? Writer Lin, our cooperation is a strong alliance. I hope you will consider it."

"Didn't I say that I am willing to cooperate with your publishing house, but I will not sell the copyright."

"..." Fang Jiangnan frowned, stood up for a long time and said, "I will go back and discuss this matter with the editor-in-chief."

"Okay, I'm not in a hurry anyway."

Fang Jiangnan finally saw it today.

In those days, writers were eager to rely on publishing houses. They relied on publishing houses to publish books and become famous.

However, Lin Bufan was different. He did not intend to write and publish books, and he also had other businesses.

To put it bluntly, Lin Bufan is not short of money.

For a person who is not short of money, if you want to control the copyright, how is that possible? At worst, I won’t write this book.

After returning to the publishing house, Fang Jiangnan told the story. After hearing this, the editor-in-chief Yu Hai said angrily: "What a brat. He doesn't take our publishing house seriously and doesn't authorize us to copyright. What a waste of cooperation."

No more "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", let him go to hell."

"Chief Editor, I heard Dean Shen retell the story "The Ghost Blows Out the Lamp" and I thought it was a really good book. It will definitely sell well if it is published."

"That guy is too arrogant. I won't be looking for him anymore." Editor-in-chief Yu Hai slapped the table and shouted angrily.

Just at this moment, the phone rang. It was a call from the library, saying that the second half of "Legend of Nine Swords" was out of stock and asking the publisher to print tens of thousands of copies as soon as possible.

Yu Hai grabbed his hair and roared. After calming down, he slowly said: "Agree to this kid's request."

The copyright was not given to the publisher, which was simply impossible back then.

In the past few days, Lin Bufan repeatedly recalled the major events of the next ten years or so. He remembered that in December 1998, there was a piece of news that shocked the whole country.

That is the famous "treasure" incident.

The incident took place in Kowloon Village. Property worth more than 2 billion was unearthed in the village. This was the value in 1998. If it were put in 2020, it would be worth at least 10 billion.

The gold rush network will be established in 1999.

U.S. bonds will reach their peak in 2000.

In 2001, Guoguo mobile phone became popular in the country.

All kinds of money-making doors will open. Lin Bufan needs money. A lot of money.

He once thought about finding a venture capital company, but even if the venture capital company could invest in him, a lot of the company's equity would be taken away by the venture capital company, which would be detrimental to the company's future development.

What Lin Bufan admires the most is Colin Pharmaceuticals in the United States. It is not listed on the market, but everyone knows that this company is very rich.

The really rich companies are those companies that are not listed.

The real rich are hidden behind the scenes.

After asking for a week's leave from school, Lin Bufan set out for Kowloon Village.

He did not tell Zhang Yini and Xu Da that he was going treasure hunting.

Jiulong Village is located in Qinzhou City, Jiangbei Province.

During the Ming Dynasty, Jiulong Village produced many gentry and high-ranking officials, but now it is a poor village.

Lin Bufan bought a train ticket to Qinzhou and was still trying to remember where Jiulong Village was.

"Lin Bufan?" A clear voice sounded.

Lin Bufan opened his eyes and looked around. He was shocked and said, "Teacher Ning?"

Teacher Ning's name is Ning Yiyao. She is a 23-year-old teacher who graduated from the normal school. She worked as an intern at Donghai High School for three months in her senior year. At that time, Ning Yiyao led Lin Bufan's class.

At that time, Lin Bufan's mother Zhang Xiuyue was not sick yet, and he was still carefree.

When Ning Yiyao's internship expired and she was about to leave Donghai High School, Lin Bufan boldly confessed his love to Ning Yiyao.

Lin Bufan likes older sisters and mature women.

"What a coincidence. I'm still sitting next to you." Ning Yiyao was even more charming and charming than before.

Lin Bufan's heart suddenly beat faster, and he quickly moved his buttocks.

After sitting down, Ning Yiyao asked: "Where are you going?"

"Qinzhou."

"Me too, but after arriving in Qinzhou I have to transfer to Jiulong Village."

Lin Bufan's heart skipped a beat and asked, "Why are you going to Jiulong Village?"
Chapter completed!