The saleswoman approached quietly, actually because she was afraid that Wang Debao would run away again.
She didn't really have any thoughts about Wang Debao. The main reason was that she couldn't swallow this breath. She just pressed Wang Debao and asked him clearly - why are you hiding from me? Am I a tiger?
However, after getting closer, she heard the conversation between Wang Debao and the bald man, and she suddenly forgot her purpose of coming out.
"...You are right, I also think that the current standard of writers' manuscript fees is on the low side," Zheng Dashen said with some emotion: "In the early 1950s, Mr. Wang Meng's manuscript fee was 18 yuan per thousand words, while the average worker's monthly fee at that time was
The salary is almost 30 yuan.”
"But now, the standard fee for newspapers and magazines is less than 10 yuan per thousand words in some cases. This has not only failed to keep up with the increase in prices, but has also dropped."
"Remuneration not only provides material support for writers, but also greatly stimulates writers' creations from a spiritual level, reflecting respect for writers' creations." Wang Debao agreed: "Without high royalties, there is no way to achieve success.
Creating a good atmosphere in which the whole society respects copyright and originality is also detrimental to the development of socialist literature."
Master Zheng looked at Wang Debao with some surprise, and said to himself that a person really cannot be judged by his appearance. This little guy always speaks in official Mandarin.
However, these words sounded really encouraging.
Wang Debao smiled and said: "I'm just complaining in private. Teacher Zheng, just listen to it and don't take it seriously. It's not our turn to shout about things like raising the standard of royalties. It's not a good thing to jump too high."
Master Zheng nodded in agreement, but to be honest, he felt a little depressed.
"We don't fight or rob, we just keep our own little fish pond silently." Wang Debao said leisurely: "If I am not short of money in the future and start a magazine by myself, I will definitely give the original author a good remuneration.
standard."
"At least 50 per thousand words starts." Wang Debao saw Master Zheng's eyes light up and continued.
"This is a bit too high. Newspapers and magazines still depend on sales volume, so the cost pressure will be greater." Zheng Dashen was a little moved, but then calmed down and smiled bitterly.
He is someone who will start his own magazine next year. Of course, he knows very well how stressful the cost of running a magazine is.
The higher the price of a magazine, the more it will affect sales. And if the sales volume does not increase, the costs of printing, transportation, taxes, labor, rent, etc. will not be covered, and the result will be bankruptcy.
But if the price is too low, the more you sell, the more you will lose. Therefore, in fact, magazine pricing can only be within a very small range, and it is impossible to do whatever you want.
In this way, how much royalties can be paid to the author?
After all, Zheng Dashen started his own business. If he lost money, it would be his own money, but there would be no public guarantee for him.
However, in the previous life, Wang Debao had heard someone say that the author's royalties for publishing a book only accounted for less than 5%, or even less than 1%, of the cost, with most of the money being earned by publishers and distributors.
This is nothing, because some publishers require the author to pay for the printing and distribution costs, and the money from selling the book has nothing to do with the author.
Wang Debao has no way of telling whether this rumor is true or false, but it is certain that the author's royalties do not account for a large proportion of the publication costs.
As for whether the money was made by publishers or dealers, who knows, anyway, the writing industry has always been a pyramid structure, and there have always been only a very small number of authors who can really support themselves with royalties.
Wang Debao had no intention of becoming a full-time writer, and doing original work would lead to a dead end.
However, the identity of a writer was still very useful in the 1980s and 1990s, and at least it was a good protective color.
"50 per thousand words means just these few years. In a few years, it will start at at least 100 per thousand words, or even 1,000 yuan per thousand words." After Wang Debao told the truth, he went back helplessly: "Of course, I
I know this is impossible. What I am saying is that if I don’t have any money shortage in the future, I will start a magazine by myself and I will pay authors a manuscript fee. I just want excellent writers to be able to rely on excellent works to live a successful life.
Live a good life."
Nonsense, you must go back to 1984. Even 30 years later, when prices have increased a hundred times, there will be very few authors who can get 100 words per thousand words.
On the contrary, the starting point for manuscript tax has remained unchanged for decades, and the collection is extremely harsh.
In fact, Racing Driver Han offered the author a manuscript fee of more than 1,000 yuan per thousand words. He felt that this price was worthy of the original work of the author's brainpower. But what happened? Not even one issue of the magazine he created was published.
"You dare to think better than me." Master Zheng patted Wang Debao on the shoulder, feeling a little sad.
After talking about this topic, Zheng Dashen's impression of Wang Debao became even better.
Because the two of them have so many topics in common and their key opinions are so close. This makes Dashen Zheng feel like he has found a comrade. This feeling of like-mindedness is really great.
Zheng Dashen always thought that his ideas were relatively radical, but after talking to Wang Debao, he found that Wang Debao's ideas were more radical than his.
"Actually, I have also conceived several works, but in the past six months, too many things have happened at home, and it has only taken me these two days to settle down." Wang Debao quickly changed the subject: "I will also contribute to children's literature later. If I am lucky, I can
When the manuscript is finished, Teacher Zheng must sign it for me."
"I happen to know the editor of children's literature, let me introduce it to you." Zheng Dashen said enthusiastically: "I just want to help you simplify the review process. The standards for manuscript acceptance remain unchanged."
"That would be great." Wang Debao was immediately overjoyed. Isn't this what he was thinking about?
If the first review, second review, final review...the review process took several months, he wouldn't have the patience to wait, so he might as well stop it.
Anyway, there are too many directions that a reborn person can choose. If he hadn't met Zheng Dashen by chance today, he wouldn't be able to write novels at all, and there would be no need to focus on the involution of this dead-end business.
"What is your idea? If it's convenient, can you briefly explain it?" Master Zheng endured it again and again, but still couldn't hold it back and asked.
Of course it was inappropriate to ask this question, but because he and Wang Debao had such a good conversation and resonated so much, Zheng Dashen couldn't help but want to help Wang Debao check... If it wasn't appropriate, he might as well be a villain and tell Wang Debao not to waste his efforts.
Wang Debao said enthusiastically: "I plan to write about a primary school student who wakes up and finds that he has traveled to 20 years later. The world is very different from now. There are high-rise buildings everywhere, people take elevators to and from their homes, and every home buys something."
If you can afford a car..."
Master Zheng was dumbfounded when he heard this. Good guy, this guy is even more enlightened than him.
But soon, Dashen Zheng discovered Huadian: From the perspective of a primary school student, looking at the development results in 20 years... Doesn't this herald a better life for us in the future?
Not only is this interesting, but it also fits the main theme.
"This angle is very good, it depends on how well you write it." Zheng Dashen also became excited, patted Wang Debao on the shoulder hard, and said: "Write it out quickly, I will help you polish it, if possible, I will take you directly there
Editorial Department.”
"Awesome 666!" Wang Debao couldn't help but raise his thumb.
Master Zheng was confused. Although he didn't understand, he almost understood what Wang Debao meant.
He himself is someone who doesn't want to be restrained and likes to be exposed to new things, so of course he won't mind the new words that come out of Wang Debao's mouth... He just feels the age difference between himself and Wang Debao, and he feels a little sad that he is getting older.
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Zheng Dashen was born in 1955 and is 29 years old this year, while Wang Debao is only 17 years old this year. There is an age difference of twelve years between the two.
So Zheng Dashen naturally thought that these are some fashionable terms that have recently become popular among young people.
At this time, behind the two of them, a crisp and pleasant voice suddenly sounded: "Can I also read the manuscript? I promise not to spread it."
The three of them looked back together, and their first impression was...this girl is so tall!
Wang Debao's eyes even unconsciously glanced at the girl's legs... Good guy, these long legs are incredible! This chapter has been completed!