Hearing Chu Heng's strange conditions, Chrissy was quite puzzled by it and really couldn't figure out what his intention was.
It is obviously unreasonable to say that he used manuscript fees to subsidize publicity expenses in order to increase the sales of the book and obtain more manuscript fees.
After all, ten percent of the royalties is not a small amount. If Chrissy and his team's estimates are followed, the amount is likely to reach two to three hundred thousand.
If calculated based on the actual royalties received under the conditions proposed by Chu Heng, the sales volume would have to at least double before he could even make back his money!
Obviously, this is impossible.
The audience for a book is there. No matter how well you promote it, its growth is limited. It may increase by 12% or 50%, but if you want to double it, that is pure fantasy.
If Chu Heng really had such a plan, it would definitely be a loss-making business, and it would be obvious.
But based on Chrissy's understanding of the old friend in front of him, this guy is a master who will suffer losses even if he doesn't take advantage, and he is very smart. How could he do such a stupid thing?
Therefore, he was very sure that Chu Heng must have other purposes.
"What are you trying to do?" Chrissy, who was puzzled, looked at his old friend suspiciously.
"You don't need to worry about it." Chu Heng glanced at him, without explaining his plan, and asked again impatiently: "I just asked you if you are willing!"
"Yes, of course I am willing." Seeing that he was unwilling to say anything, Chrissie didn't think further and agreed on the spot without thinking.
If he was really asked to pay 20% of the royalties, he would definitely be unwilling to do so, and would inevitably have to have a serious discussion with Chu Heng.
But it would be different if the 10% of the royalties were used for publicity.
After all, he had to spend the cost of publicity, so for him, he just counted this part of the cost as Chu Heng's remuneration and used it for publicity, even if the title was changed, the money was still the same.
In other words, he actually used 10% of the royalties to negotiate for Harry Potter's agency rights, which was far lower than the maximum price of 15% in his mind. How could he not agree?
The reason why Chu Heng made this strange request was actually because he was worried that Chrissy, his grandson who was sometimes very arrogant, would save money and reduce publicity expenses, which would lead to a decrease in sales and influence.
Anyway, he wrote this book for the sake of fame, not for the pitiful royalties, so he simply gave up part of his profits to ensure sufficient publicity expenses.
As a result, the two of them hit it off and agreed on the payment for the manuscript. After a long night and many dreams, they started the next step of the work in full swing.
Chrissy immediately called the accompanying lawyer, and it took almost an hour with Li Jiangqi to come up with a licensing contract.
"Happy cooperation, Chu!"
“A pleasure to work with.”
After signing the contract and fingerprinting it, Chu Heng handed the remaining half of the manuscript to Chrissy, and then the two of them called the others to the restaurant and had a lunch to celebrate.
It's about two o'clock in the afternoon.
Chu Heng and the two of them came out of the hotel after they were full of wine and food. Then he drove Li Jiangqi back to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, then went back to work on things at the guest house, and did not see Chrissy again after that.
It wasn't until two days later, when Chrissy and the others had signed the contract and were preparing to return home, that Chu Heng appeared at the airport to see them off.
It was around three o'clock in the afternoon and the weather was a bit muggy.
“Have a safe journey!”
"Looking forward to our next meeting."
At the entrance of the waiting hall, Chrissy hugged his old friend heavily, then turned around and left with some specialties from the Fourth and Nine Cities and a few boxes of manuscripts given to him by Chu Heng.
Less than half an hour later, a plane took off from the Sijiucheng Airport into the sky, and then went through transfers and stops. It took more than twenty hours for Chrissy and his party to arrive in Washington. The time was Citigroup
The time is six o'clock in the morning.
After arriving at the place, he didn't even return home. He dragged his tired body directly to the publishing house, where he had some breakfast and rested for a while. After all the staff went to work, he quickly unfolded the books he brought back.
publishing work.
The already half-dead Blue Oak was in urgent need of fresh blood to bring new vitality, and he really didn't dare to delay for a moment.
To this end, he even temporarily hired a large number of editors and translators at all costs to correct errors and re-translate the books.
Harry Potter, as a book that many people are unanimously optimistic about, has naturally received a lot of attention.
Chrissy even formed a team of ten people for it, specifically responsible for the publication of Harapot, just so that it could be released one day earlier and make money one day earlier.
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Time flies to August 8th. For most people, this day is just an ordinary day.
But for the workers at the Sixth District Grain Management Office in Sijiucheng, it was a big day.
Because today, the day they have been waiting for for so long has finally arrived.
Just after seven o'clock in the morning.
The employees in the institute and its subordinate units could not sit still and rushed to the Grain Management Office one after another in advance. Just after 7:30, there were more than 300 people including the newly recruited guest house employees.
All have been collected.
Everyone wore the most decent clothes at home and gathered happily in the large conference room. The atmosphere was even more lively than during the Chinese New Year.
Lao Chen, a payer at Erliang Store, was standing at the window smoking at this time. He accidentally saw an old friend of his standing not far away and quickly waved his hand: "Hey, Lao Zhang!"
"Alas!" Lao Zhang is a middle-aged man in his forties. He immediately noticed him when he heard the noise and hurriedly squeezed through the crowd. He took the eyeball from his old friend and looked at the other person with a smile.
, jokingly said: "Hey, you are so spirited today. You took out all the clothes you wore on your wedding day, right?"
"Hey, it's such a happy event to get a new house, we can't dress better." Old Chen said with a smile.
Lao Zhang looked around at this time, and suddenly said with a mysterious face: "Have you heard? Among our batch of new houses, one of them is five or six square meters larger than the others."
"What you are asking is that my wife goes to the family building to stare at the sky. How can I know this? And not only do I know this, I also know why there are these houses." Lao Chen squinted his eyes proudly and waited.
Asking an old friend.
"Why?" Lao Zhang immediately asked with curiosity on his face.
Lao Chen then said: "The building we built has three households on one staircase. Because the lighting in the middle room is not good, Chu was afraid that the people assigned to that house would suffer, so he built a few more square meters."
"So that's what happened." Lao Zhang nodded suddenly, and then couldn't help but give a thumbs up and said with emotion: "Chu Suo is really like this. Being able to have such a leader is definitely a blessing from our previous life!
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"That makes sense." Old Chen nodded in agreement: "If you look around the city, how many good officials are there like Chu Suo? They are really thinking about our brothers!"
