"Hey, wait, wait." Fan Lun leaned forward and grabbed Lin En, pushing him back on the chair hard, "You can't stand this little setback? Besides, you are a person from a slum.
, if you don’t develop your great talents, what do you want to do? Are there any other jobs that pay better than this one? Can you earn more?”
For people who come from the ghetto, there is really no way to earn more than this.
This is why Fan Lun is confident in handling Lynn.
Don't say it's down by a quarter.
What if it drops by another quarter?
Don’t you have to write obediently?
Unfortunately, Lin En is an exception. He will never give Fan Lun a chance to make further progress: "At the price of seventy-five copper coins, it is difficult for me to survive in the rich area."
"Then you can go back to the poor -" Fan Lun suddenly realized that it was not appropriate to say this, and changed his words again, "That's not what I meant, I mean, isn't there still more than two months of rent for the apartment? It's only four months."
One-tenth of the manuscript remuneration will not affect your life. The most important thing is that you write so fast and you can easily publish ten manuscripts a month. Isn’t that a lot of money?"
"I think we'd better have a good talk." Lin En found that Fan Lun was inexperienced and lost the patience to beat around the bush with him. "I know that my work has received a good response, and it is worth the price of one hundred copper coins."
"Ahem..." Lin En was suddenly so direct, which made Fan Lun slightly uncomfortable. "It's very competitive. You know, there are too many factors involved, such as -"
"Then I can continue to submit articles to other newspapers." Lynn interrupted Fan Lun's nonsense.
Fan Lun smiled helplessly: "You should know that Tswold Daily is the largest newspaper in Tswold City. Submitting articles here can ensure you the best treatment and the greatest exposure of your works. I just emphasized that
After a few times, when you have established a reputation, your manuscript fees will still increase. Your development potential is huge, and there is absolutely no need to start from scratch somewhere else at this time."
"Then I also ask you to believe that I have some understanding of this aspect, and other newspapers will definitely be willing to offer more than seventy-five copper coins." Lin En did not give in at all.
"We signed a contract, and you have to write twenty-four articles here at least within three months." Fan Lun moved out of the contract.
You actually have the nerve to propose a contract...
Lin En took a deep breath and said: "The contract also mentioned that the quotations for the twenty-four articles should be one thousand words and one gold."
"I explained to you that the competition is very strong. If you want to keep your manuscript, you have to lower the price. But after a few months when your reputation becomes famous and the value of your work is revealed, the price will come back, or even increase.
High, for example, twelve silver, fifteen silver." Fan Lun used both soft and hard tactics, and started to draw a big cake again.
It's just that this 'big cake' is about the same as a small biscuit in Linn's eyes.
A few months later, if the price of "Sherlock Holmes" is only fifteen silver per thousand characters, which is one and a half gold, it is a cheap sale.
"I suggest that we continue to fulfill the contract. Today, I will be reimbursed for the royalties that were deducted without communication. The remaining fourteen manuscripts will still be settled according to the quotation of one gold coin. After that, if we still want to cooperate, we will talk about it.
Then the price will be paid." Lin En gave his own plan.
Very sincere and can't fault it.
Just perform according to the contract. If the price exceeds the contract, he doesn't mind if Fan Lun eats it.
At the very least, don't turn your back on him and do whatever you want by riding on his head so blatantly.
Fan Lun didn't expect that Lin En would be so stubborn and insisted on asking for the price of one gold: "Do you really think you are a noble man from Kip City? You and the Sheriff jointly deceived me before, I don't care about this, right?"
"You don't care because you don't want to offend the Sheriff. But you lowered my remuneration without communication. Isn't it because you think I am from a poor background and am incapable of resisting your exploitation?" Lin En lifted the fig leaf.
"You..." Fan Lun was speechless.
"As we all know, you are accustomed to receiving kickbacks, so usually the author negotiates a one-dollar contract with you, and you repay the newspaper with one gold, two silver or even more. The high output of Sherlock Holmes has already brought you
Certain benefits, I think you really don’t need to be so greedy, which makes it impossible for our cooperation to continue." Lin En pressed harder, "What's more, you probably don't want the boss of the newspaper to know about you.
Bar?"
I was actually threatened by a poor boy from the slums?!
Fan Lun, who has never failed to exploit authors, hit a wall for the first time.
"Do it according to the contract. In addition, I don't think it is necessary to withhold the royalties for two more articles, so you should pay me the royalties of forty gold now." Lin En did it very simply, getting it right at once, and planned to take back what he deserved
All royalties.
"This..." Fan Lun looked ugly.
He planned to swallow all these forty gold in private.
It would be too painful to spit it out now.
"Is your editor-in-chief's office also around here?" Seeing that Fan Lun didn't reply for a short time, Linn deliberately looked outside from the window on the side, pretending to talk to the editor-in-chief.
"Let's do this. I'll have a meeting later to discuss and try to get your royalties back first. As long as I can get them back, the subsequent royalties will still be paid out at the price of one gold per thousand words. How about that?" Fan Lun made under pressure.
A 'huge' concession.
Lin En looked down on this petty profit: "Those are deserved. What we are talking about now are the two manuscript fees that have been suppressed. The partial manuscript fees for the eight articles that were deducted without permission must also be settled, and they must be now.
"
"You are making it difficult for me..." Fan Lun scratched his hair.
Lin En is not easy to mess with, the appraisal is completed.
But compromising so easily makes it easier for the other party to take advantage of you.
If you don't compromise, you'll be really upset. If you sue the editor-in-chief, it will be very troublesome.
"Don't worry, I will only get back the money that belongs to me, and I won't interfere in other matters." Lin En added.
With these words, Fan Lun was somewhat relieved, but he had not admitted that he had withheld the money: "Okay, I will help you advance the money first, and then I will ask the superiors to make up for it myself. In short, you have to believe in my sincerity.
, I really think your story is very good, and we can have more cooperation in the future."
Cooperation is no longer possible.
On the one hand, it was shady and uncreditable, and on the other hand, Linn estimated that the remaining fourteen articles in the contract had been serialized, and it was almost time to prepare for his own newspaper.
"Let's talk again," Lin En said.
"Wait a moment." Fan Lun searched for the key, opened the drawer of his desk, and took out a stack of banknotes with gold denominations to count.
It seems that there is a lot of deduction.
An editor makes a lot of money out of nowhere.
"Here you are, forty gold coins, no more, no less." Fan Lun reluctantly took out some of the banknotes and handed them to Lin En.
Lin En had no scruples at all. He counted the items back and forth twice in front of Fan Lun. After confirming that they were correct, he stood up and said, "Let's go. Remember to pick up the manuscript from the apartment on Sunday."
"Eh." Fan Lun had a complicated expression, doubting Lin En's origin again, "Are you...really from the slums?"
Before Lin En left the office, he just shrugged when faced with this question, which established an enigmatic image in Fan Lun's mind.