Yuan Fenghui took Wen Ying and the four of them back to their home.
This was the first time Wen Ying came to Yuan Fenghui's house.
The strong woman's residence is not small in size, and the decoration is very high-end. The color scheme and furniture are like a high-end hotel and not like a home. Even a bastard like Editor Wan doesn't dare to breathe too hard when he enters the living room.
"Is it so rich to be a celebrity agent?"
Editor Wan murmured to himself.
Song Foxiang glanced at his friend: "You don't have money, you are too vulgar!"
Song Foxiang sat down on the sofa in the living room. You can feel the difference in the soft leather through his pants, and the padding has just the right amount of support... Oh, this sofa is really good. I'll ask Yuan Fenghui later what brand it is.
, he will have to buy one when he earns money.
Talking about money is vulgar, but it is absolutely impossible to talk about money. This is the reality of the world.
Wen Ying glanced around and was quite curious: "Teacher Yuan, the house you bought? This house should not be cheap."
Yuan Fenghui took out a few bottles of water from the refrigerator: "What do I buy? I rent. I won't stay in Chengdu for a long time and there is no need to buy a house. Even if you want to invest in real estate, first-tier cities in the mainland are a better choice than Chengdu.
Chengdu is very suitable for life, but not very suitable for struggle. Both Tianjiao and myself will go out sooner or later. There is no need to buy too many assets. Core assets are more valuable than a bunch of ordinary assets."
Yuan Fenghui seemed to make a few random remarks about family matters, and the four people in Wen Ying had four different interpretations.
Xiao Sala was originally a foreigner, but because of his work and lover, he already had a certain sense of belonging to Chengdu. Now Yuan Fenghui said that Chengdu is only suitable for life and not for struggle. Xiao Sala could not help but reflect: Did he make the wrong choice?
No, that's not wrong.
I am not the same person as Teacher Yuan. Those who engage in publishing are not as rich as celebrity agents. The value of work cannot be measured solely by financial income!
Editor Wan is an old salted fish who has never recovered in ten thousand years. He can live a comfortable life holding the "Hush, Little Secret" series left by Zou Weijun in his hand. He is a typical person who lives in peace and does not think about danger. Wanting to get rid of Bao Lixin is not a career-related achievement.
The pursuit is simply that I don't like Bao Lixin's style of doing things, and I also want to help a good friend to vent his anger.
Tianjiao and Yuan Fenghui will leave Chengdu sooner or later. For a second or two, Editor Wan thought of himself: At this age, where can he go? It’s better not to be too ambitious!
Song Foxiang looked calm.
There is success in investing in real estate in first-tier cities. Why does Yuan Fenghui need to remind him? He actually knows how to do it, but he just doesn’t have the money now.
Hum, after he writes the best-selling book and makes money, he will also buy a big house in a first-tier city, with such a comfortable sofa in the house.
——Only a big house and a high-end sofa in a first-tier city are worthy of Xiaochan who has returned from studying abroad!
Only Wen Ying sighed secretly: Yuan Fenghui didn't take Bao Lixin seriously at all, and after all, he still wanted to be her agent.
The three cobblers, Zhuge Liang, Zhuge Ni, Zhuge Song and Zhuge Wan, got together again to whisper and plot big things. Yuan Fenghui's family was absolutely safe and not afraid of being reported.
Wen Ying had a premonition that she would not be able to resist Yuan Fenghui's offensive.
From the moment Wen Ying met Yuan Fenghui, nothing the other party wanted to do failed.
"Teacher Yuan, if my parents agree to sign the contract, how much do I need to pay you?"
It's a bit awkward to withdraw money from an acquaintance.
But a little embarrassment now can be exchanged for not turning against each other in the future, so it won’t be embarrassing if you think about it this way.
Wen Ying said that she wanted to pay Yuan Fenghui instead of Tianjiao... Yuan Fenghui's eyes flashed, she really didn't want to be on camera and become a star, otherwise she would have directly signed a management contract with Tianjiao.
"I will take 10% of the income from your novels and only sign the agency rights for your next three books. If any book does not reach 2 million copies in sales during the signing period, I will not be paid a penny as an agent. This is
Do you agree to the conditions?"
If a book is priced at 30 yuan, Wen Ying can now get 15% of the royalties. Based on the total sales of 2 million copies, the royalties that Wen Ying can get are only 9 million before tax, and Yuan Fenghui's 10% commission is 900,000
.
If it is more than 2 million copies... Wen Ying herself is not confident that a book can sell three to four million copies!
Even if she can sell 4 million copies, Yuan Fenghui can earn one or two million for running a book for her. Yuan Fenghui owns Tianjiao shares and acts as the manager of Li Mengjiao and the others, so there is no shortage of one or two million in remuneration.
Well!
Is Yuan Fenghui enjoying the sense of accomplishment in her work, or is she trying to lure Wenying into selling more agency rights in the future by using her agency as a publishing agent for three books as bait?
Wen Ying didn't know.
She only knows that the market for physical books will not be brilliant for long!
Wen Ying always felt that the sales volume of "Youth Idol" would be the highest among all her future works. Now Yuan Fenghui said that all three books will exceed 2 million——
Wen Ying looked at Yuan Fenghui with sympathy in her eyes.
Yuan Fenghui was made uncomfortable by this look: "What are you doing looking at me like this? Do you doubt my ability or your character? We have to sign a contract!"
"No, no, no, I believe it..."
Wen Ying was actually afraid that Yuan Fenghui would speak too fully.
If the next three books do not sell 2 million copies, Yuan Fenghui will not get a penny in compensation, which means that she will be working for Wen Ying in vain, and Wen Ying's conscience will feel a little painful!
Of course, if Yuan Fenghui could break the declining trend of the publishing industry and create a hit product, how could Wen Ying, as the beneficiary, refuse!
"From a personal standpoint, I agree. I 100% believe in your ability, Teacher Yuan, but you also know that I have to discuss this matter with my parents... By the way, before we formally sign the contract, Yuan
Teacher, you can still regret it, for example, do you want to lower the basic terms for sales of 2 million copies?"
Wen Ying smiled, and Yuan Fenghui couldn't help but narrowed his eyes: "Are you trying to provoke the general? No need to modify it. I am confident that the sales of 2 million copies will be completed. If it is not completed, I will not take the commission. This is more beneficial to you, no matter what
It seems you have made a lot of money~"
Wen Ying: Oh, I have already advised you, so your conscience doesn’t need to hurt anymore.
Yuan Fenghui: I mentioned 2 million copies sold, but I didn’t say it was just the mainland market. Selling novels to Hong Kong, Taiwan, other Asian countries, and even across the ocean to European and American markets is also within the scope of publishing agency rights.
ha!
Both the little fox and the old fox were very satisfied and felt that they had made a big profit. They clasped their hands tightly together.
"I will prepare the contract. You can sign it at any time after asking for your parents' consent. I hope you can reply to me as soon as possible, so that I can handle the matter of "Xunyong" for you. That editor-in-chief Bao is really ridiculous.
Do you think that only Chengdu Literature and Art Publishing House can publish books? I dare say there are many publishing houses vying for you, and 15% of the royalties are not your highest value~"
The world is a big place, Wen Ying should look around and sign with anyone who offers good conditions.
Yuan Fenghui's words made Xiao Sala anxious.
"That won't work. Editor-in-Chief Bao doesn't understand the value of Xiaoyu. I understand! The Literary Publishing House can leave Xiaoyu, but "Spark" cannot leave. Let's get rid of Editor-in-Chief Bao once and for all!"
Can driving away Bao Lixin solve the problem once and for all?
of course not.
If there is no Bao Lixin, there will be someone else, unless Xiaoyu can become the editor-in-chief immediately.
Yuan Fenghui did not argue with Xiao Sala, but spread her hands: "Well, let's work separately. I'll contact the new publishing house on behalf of Wen Ying to see if we can negotiate better terms. You can go and get rid of them according to your own ideas.
Bao Lixin, let’s listen to whoever succeeds first.”
