"Xinxin, get up quickly, aren't you going back to school today?" Ying's mother, Yuan Feng, slapped Ying Xin awake directly. This daughter has become troublesome as she gets older, she has become lazy and lazy.
Ying Xin woke up in a daze, with a silly smile on her face. Just now she beat Li Yuan violently again in her dream. The beating made him kneel down and beg for mercy, and he cried bitterly and admitted his mistake. It really made people feel good.
!
"Mom, can't you let people sleep a little longer this weekend?" Ying Xin said coquettishly.
"It's already one o'clock in the afternoon. How many times have you stayed in bed? What's the use of raising a daughter? She's an eyesore if she stays at home. Go back to the dormitory."
"Humph, you are not my biological mother."
"If you didn't kiss me, I would have thrown it out a long time ago. Haha."
"..."
Forced to have no choice, Ying Xin could only reluctantly get up. Yuan Feng's nagging was automatically blocked in her ears.
It's all your fault for staying up all night to revise the manuscript for him. Does this girl owe you?
"...Xinxin, your Aunt Geng came here this morning. I gave her the manuscript paper."
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Ying Xin asked hurriedly: "Mom, I haven't finished revising it yet?"
"Isn't it the bound one? Why haven't you finished it yet?"
"Ah?" Ying Xin rushed into her room in a hurry. She discovered that Li Yuan's manuscripts had been taken away, and the manuscripts she had revised were still in the same place? In the same place? In the original place? In the original place? In the same place?
"Mom." Ying Xin almost cried, "Not this one. That one won't work."
"Why not?" Yuan Feng asked strangely, "That's someone else's submission. You have to respect the original work. Why are you revising it randomly?"
"No, no." Ying Xin stamped her feet anxiously, "He wrote in a mess—!"
"That's also the author's business. Why are you messing around?" Yuan Feng didn't care at all, "I followed your request and found Xiao Geng from the People's Liberation Army Publishing House. Big publishing houses like them have strict requirements, but they can't
Guaranteed to be published.”
Ying Xin raised her little head, looking helpless. It was over now, and she would become a big joke in her mother's circle from now on...
It's all that Hun Dan's fault! I will never spare his life this time!
In fact, Ying Xin was right. That Aunt Geng's name was Geng Yue. She was the literary editor of the Military Publishing House.
After returning home with the manuscript paper, Geng Yue briefly flipped through it and found that the work was worthless - with such a mess of words and language, the author didn't even finish primary school Chinese, right?
So there is no need to take it to the publishing house, it is also a waste of time. But for the sake of this girl Xinxin, just leave it at home for a few days! I will find an opportunity to secretly return it to her later.
Just pretend that you have never submitted an article!
Geng Yue completely forgot about this incident in the blink of an eye. It was nothing more than a child's whim.
But she didn't expect that her son Zhang Penger would find this submission. Following the family's old habit, she took it to her room to have a sneak peek...
…
At this time, the owner of a publishing house in Kwun Tong, Hong Kong, Ruan Tai Fook, was asking his son Ruan Liangying: "Hey, has that manuscript been reviewed?"
Ruan Liangying is a thin young man wearing glasses. He can't wait to express in front of his father: "Dad, this work is written... it is written... it is very sharp! I can't describe the feeling, it just feels like
It’s great. I think it has great future.”
Ruan Dafu smiled and waved his hand to interrupt: "Xi Zai, I paid for you to go to college because I want you to take over my class, not to become an editor. You can't steal the jobs of cultural people? Your father has already
I asked Chief Editor Li to read it, but he only watched it for ten minutes and then threw it in the trash can. He commented - it's a piece of shit! So I asked you to read it again, not to see whether the shit smells bad, but also to correct those things.
Typo."
"But I think..."
"Don't think so. You have to believe in the professionalism of cultural people. We do our own thing well, and what you have to learn is to do business. Do you understand?"
"I understand, Dad." Chief Editor Li is also well-known in the Hong Kong cultural circle, so Ruan Liangying still chose to trust him, "Dad, is that work really going to be published? Isn't it bullshit?"
"Not only do you want to publish, but you also want to do it in a glamorous manner. Do you know who called? It's the third lady of the Huang family." Ruan Dafu smiled and shook his head, "Careful, you need to remember. Young masters and ladies of rich people can also be arty.
.Even if what they show is bullshit, we still have to give them dignity."
"Decent?"
"Yes. Do you know who makes the most money? Of course it's the rich. But the rich and the bad guys have different approaches. You have to understand what they mean." Ruan Dafu began to teach by words and deeds, "If that submission is from them
If the butler sent it over, it means that it is a favor from a friend, and we will review the manuscript as normal. If you add a business card, it must be published. But it is also a normal business operation. There is no need to spend any extra effort. If you come directly to the door or
Make a phone call, you should understand this? Then praise me highly and satisfy them."
"Dad, is it so complicated?"
"Haha. And what's more, the most troublesome thing is that those young masters and ladies hide their names, think they are very talented, and submit articles secretly. You have to pretend not to know, and also coax them to cooperate well, so that they think they are
You are really talented. This is the hardest, but it also makes the most money."
One theory is that Huang Jiaojiao just wanted to give a favor, so she made the call in person. But she never expected that Ruan Dafu would interpret such a profound meaning?
Having said that, because of this misunderstanding, Li Yuan finally passed the first hurdle of publishing.
"Okay, be careful. Prepare to type and print the book. Learn from it, choose a larger font, and have a more beautiful cover. A set of four hardcover books. As beautiful as a world famous book."
"How many prints are there?"
"Let's get 200 sets! Contact all the booksellers and let each bookstore place one or two sets. However, the posters must be placed in a prominent position for a few days. They should all understand this rule."
"so little?"
"It's quite a lot. No readers will buy this kind of shit. But someone will pay for it."
"Dad, are you going to publish it like this? Do you want to sign the contract?"
"Write one! Let the third lady fill it out by herself. Oh, if you do the whole show, the remuneration will be... 10,000 mosquitoes. Don't worry, when the time comes to report a bill of hundreds of thousands, the third lady will definitely give Zhang Er
A check of 100,000 yuan? Doesn’t she want to lose face?”
Having said this, the phone next to me rang:
"Hello? Second Young Master Huang? I understand, I understand. You two have a deep love for each other. I will leave you 100 sets..."
"I understand, you are good besties, is it enough to leave you 30 sets..."
"Received, 50 sets! As soon as we publish it, we will send it to your house..."
"..."
After a round of phone calls, Ruan Dafu happily said to his son: "See? This is how the rich people play. 200 sets should not be enough, so I printed 500 sets! I didn't expect the third lady to be so popular. Haha."
Ruan Liangying was a little surprised: "Dad, why did they buy so many?"
"Giving it away. If you still have more, you can donate it to the school or library. Hahaha..."
