"Xiao Zou, we are also under a lot of pressure now."
The leader was embarrassed, "If it sells well, you can print it again. If it doesn't sell well, you will be under great pressure at work. I also think about you."
Zou Weijun thought about the mountains of inventory. They really had all kinds of books. The editors who planned the publication did not see anyone who had to be responsible for the unsold inventory of books!
Let’s not talk about it, let’s just say that the sales of Song Chan’s reprinted book this year were not as good as expected. The person in charge of the planning was Editor Wan. Editor Wan was free to help Song Foxiang as a “matchmaker” a few days ago. It can be seen that the sales were not as good as expected.
There was no one affected, so Zou Weijun simply told his boss that he was not afraid of pressure or responsibility.
"...!"
As expected, Xiao Zou's temperament changed drastically.
What else the leader wanted to say, Zou Weijun rushed to speak: "You may not know yet, the book "Young Idol" has been very popular among readers after being serialized in the magazine for five issues. The magazine has already intended to give "Young Idol"
For a single volume, they expect to print 50,000 copies for the first time. Even if the royalties are still 8%, with so many copies for the first printing, the author's income will increase five times. How can we compete with magazines!"
Zou Weijun was originally thinking about whether to use Wen Ying's identity as the "first prize winner of the New Concept Essay Contest" to ask the leaders to put down their worries and fight for better publishing conditions for Wen Ying, but then she thought about it and Wen Ying never said she wanted to leave.
Vest, Zou Weijun resisted mentioning it.
As expected, the leader hesitated.
"Teen Idol" is serialized in a magazine. If the magazine intends to publish a single volume for the author, it is common sense that the author will give priority to cooperation with the magazine.
Now we are trying to steal people from magazines, and if the conditions are too low, the author will definitely not choose to cooperate with Zou Weijun.
But Zou Weijun said that the magazine would give "Teenage Idol" 50,000 yuan for the first printing, and the boss was skeptical.
How could Xiao Zou find out about this kind of thing?
Fifty thousand printings is already a treatment that only a moderately famous writer can get.
Zou Weijun interrupted the leader's thoughts before he could ask the question:
"You have to worry about printing too many books and they will fall into our hands. How about you calculate the tiered royalties to the authors based on the actual number of copies sold?"
Tiered royalties mean that the more you sell, the higher the author’s royalty rate will be.
For example, if you sell 10,000 copies, you get 6%, if you sell 20,000 copies, you get 8%, if you sell 50,000 copies, you get 10%... If you sell 200,000 copies, it is possible for the publisher to increase the royalties to 12%.
In principle, 15% is the highest royalty rate in the industry. It is higher than 15%. Only super best-selling authors can continue to negotiate with publishers.
The leader did not refuse outright, but told Zou Weijun that he had to think again.
"Okay, you go out first and leave the manuscript for me."
Leaders should read this book again.
Alas, 120,000 words is too few. It would be better if it were more.
I haven’t read the entire manuscript, so my boss is not sure whether the quality of the book will drop in the second half!
Zou Weijun didn't rush him either.
When she returned to the office area, she found that her colleagues were still gossiping about Song Foxiang's beating.
If you hit me, just hit him. Why are you holding on to such a small thing?
The half-bald editor Wan came back from outside and saw Zou Weijun, his expression was hesitant to speak.
Oh my god, he just learned that the person who attacked Song Foxiang was Zou Weijun’s husband!
Song Foxiang was beaten, will he be beaten too?
Then I didn’t know that Xiao Zou was married.
Editor Wan was uneasy and wanted to apologize to Zou Weijun again. He approached Zou Weijun and Zou Weijun looked at him intently.
Editor Wan was about to cry.
Not everyone can be as strong as Song Foxiang.
Song Foxiang is not the editor-in-chief, but also has two identities: a poet and a writer. He can survive without his job, but he can't!
"Xiao Zou..."
Editor Wan leaned over with a shy face, and Zou Weijun raised the information in his hand, "I'm sorry, I have something else to do and I don't have time to chat with you."
Zou Weijun stepped on high heels and walked away, while Editor Wan stayed in place and stamped his feet.
I wanted to go to the police station to inquire about the situation, but I was afraid that Zou Weijun’s husband would get him beaten if he bumped into me. Editor Wan felt that it was too difficult for him!
…
Editor Wan thinks too much.
Zou Weijun’s husband, Xie Jinghu, is still at the police station.
Because he refused to apologize to the victim Song Foxiang, Xie Jinghu didn't know how long he would be detained.
The police station retrieved the surveillance video at the door of the unit in Song Fo Township and found that the black Mercedes-Benz in which Xie Jinghu was riding had been waiting at the door of the unit since 10 a.m.
Song Foxiang also said that he received a call and someone was waiting for him at work, so he rushed back to the work... Xie Jinghu's attack on Song Foxiang was a deliberate and premeditated act.
Song Foxiang's injuries were actually just flesh wounds, but Song Foxiang got angry when he thought about Xie Jinghu's dragging appearance. On the way to the police station, he said he had a headache and insisted on getting an injury assessment.
The injury assessment was to go to the hospital for examination. Song Foxiang said that he had a headache and hand pain, and was ready to spend money on Xie Jinghu.
Aren’t there two bad guys?
cut!
Song Foxiang's behavior really disgusted Xie Jinghu to death!
Money is a small matter to Xie Jinghu, but the big thing is that Song Foxiang has been delaying time in the hospital in the name of injury assessment. The victim is not at the police station, and he can't pay for it even if he wants to. Xie Jinghu cannot stay in the police station all the time.
Zhong Yong was laughing like crazy inside, but he couldn't show it on his face.
He had to ask Xie Yuping for instructions on what to do.
However, Xie Yuping couldn't be contacted just because he wanted to. He was busy with daily official duties, so he had to wait until Xie Yuping finished his meeting before Zhong Yong's call could be transferred to Xie Yuping.
By the time Zhong Yong contacted Xie Yuping, it had been almost two hours since Xie Jinghu was taken to the police station.
"I was negligent in this matter. Mr. Xie came to see Song Foxiang as soon as he got off the plane. As soon as he saw Song Foxiang, Mr. Xie... he was so fast that I didn't stop him."
What can Xie Yuping say?
Such a shameful thing, you have lost your face from Beijing to Chengdu!
This is because you are afraid that others will not know, right?
Originally, it was just Song Foxiang who was pursuing Zou Weijun unilaterally, and Zou Weijun didn't agree. You, Xie Jinghu, went to Rongcheng to show off, which was enough to scare your love rival.
This bastard was good. First he clamored to expel Song Foxiang, and then he beat Song Foxiang when they met.
It was nothing at first, but after he did this, everything turned into something!
Others will definitely wonder if Zou Weijun really did something in Chengdu to make Xie Jinghu so angry.
This idiot who takes the initiative to cuckold himself is actually his own brother?
Xie Yuping now wants to take Xie Jinghu to the hospital for a blood test.
I heard that the results of the DNA test are now very accurate. He has to test it with Xie Jinghu. Maybe the two are not related by blood at all, and Xie Jinghu is not his biological brother.
——Is he an orphan adopted by his mother?
"Let him be locked up. You are not allowed to find relationships for him. I can't educate him well. Let others educate him well!"
Oh haha.
The leaders were all pissed off by Mr. Xie, and they didn’t want to wipe Mr. Xie’s ass this time.
The curvature of the corners of Zhong Yong's mouth was too obvious. He hung up the phone and spent a long time adjusting it before regaining his heavy facial expression.