If it weren't for Mr. Tom's sake, he wouldn't have accepted this matter.
From his point of view, this was just a whim of a rich young man who imitated other people's writing and became a writer.
But...
How could it be so easy to be a writer?
There are countless people writing in the entire Hong Kong City. There are so many new works published in magazines every day. How many people are successful?
After all, Mr. Jin is in the minority...
Ding Pinghou sighed silently.
Suddenly.
Ding Pinghou raised his eyebrows.
The writing style of this manuscript is unexpectedly comfortable.
And very interesting.
He started to get serious.
"Zhang Xiaofan..."
"Qingyun Mountain..."
"Burn the fire stick..."
"The beginning of the story is quite interesting and novel. I have never seen it before..."
Gradually, Ding Pinghou became speechless.
He was attracted by the story of Zhu Xian, and for a while he was a little obsessed with it.
After a long time, Ding Pinghou sighed deeply and forced himself to look away from the book.
This book is a thick stack, and I have only read less than a fifth of it. It is obviously impossible to read it all today.
Ding Pinghou thought so, and when he looked up, he was shocked to find that the sky outside the window was actually dark.
"This...how did it get dark?"
He remembers it clearly.
I came here in the afternoon.
In his opinion, he only sat for a short while and then read a book.
But...
Why did you look up and see that it was already night?
Ding Pinghou was stunned for a moment, and then found that Tom had left at some point, and he and Cao Weidong were the only ones left in the room.
At this time, Cao Weidong was working hard.
He writes hard and fast.
The pen tip scratched across the paper, making a rustling sound.
Ding Pinghou woke up from a dream, took a sip of the slightly cold tea on the table, and asked in a harsh voice.
"I...how long have I been watching?"
Cao Weidong raised his wrist and glanced at his watch.
"Not much, just over an hour. Oh, by the way, Mr. Tom said just now that he still had things to deal with. Seeing that you were really fascinated, he left first."
Ding Pinghou: "......"
He was completely shocked.
Is this person in front of me really writing for the first time?
Why is the writing so smooth and stronger than that of ordinary old writers?
Ding Pinghou asked in astonishment: "Mr. Cao, have you written novels before?"
Cao Weidong said in his heart that I have written fart novels.
On the contrary, I have seen quite a few.
But the more I read, the more I can write.
After thinking about it for a while, Cao Weidong still gave a well-intentioned deception.
"I have been writing for many years. I wrote often when I lived in London."
Ding Pinghou had a sudden feeling.
No wonder.
He stroked the manuscript and suddenly made a bold decision.
"Mr. Cao, I have a small request. I hope you can publish the book Zhu Xian in our magazine."
"Mr. Ding, do I just want to be serialized in your magazine?"
Cao Weidong is a little confused.
"No, I mean exclusively published by our magazine."
Ding Pinghou quickly explained.
Cao Weidong frowned.
"Mr. Ding, I'm afraid this isn't a good idea, is it?"
Ding Pinghou said quickly.
"Don't worry, not only will I not charge you any fees this time, but I will also pay you a large sum of royalties, which is considered as our purchase of the cost of publishing this work. In addition, our magazine will do its best to publish this work."
For publicity."
"In addition, I would also like to invite you to become a signed author of our magazine until the book "Zhu Xian" is finished. If this book wants to be published, our company is also willing to bear all the publishing costs."
"As for the specific fee to be paid to you, I still need to go back to the magazine to calculate it...but I believe that the price we offer will definitely satisfy you."
Ding Pinghou laid out a lot of favorable conditions.
In this era, serialized novels and comics are the most important ways for magazines to attract readers to subscribe and purchase.
As the founder of Hongya Magazine, Ding Pinghou is well versed in Hong Kong literature, and he knows what readers want to see.
Although he has only read the beginning of Zhu Xian, based on Ding Pinghou’s experience, he can conclude that this book will definitely become a hit!
Moreover, this book completely breaks away from the stereotypes of the new martial arts compiled by Jin, Gu and others. It is a brand-new subject. As the pioneering work of this subject, "Zhu Xian" will definitely leave an important record in history.
.
Winning the publishing rights of "Zhu Xian" is definitely a very profitable deal for Hongya Magazine.
Cao Weidong glanced at Ding Pinghou in surprise.
I didn't expect that the other party had such a vicious vision, and he immediately recognized the value of "Zhu Xian".
He leaned back slightly and said.
"In principle, I have no objection, but when the time comes, you will probably be the only one who bids for the ownership of my book, and I need you to compete and compare prices."
Value always depends on supply and demand.
At first, Cao Weidong was not sure whether "Zhu Xian" could be successful. With the mentality of asking for advice, he was willing to pay a fee to Ding Pinghou in the hope that the other party would publish and promote his novel.
Now, Ding Pinghou has affirmed the value of this novel.
The relationship between supply and demand has undergone tremendous changes.
Cao Weidong also gained the confidence to bargain.
Marquis Ding Ping was not angry, but said firmly.
"It's a deal...Mr. Cao, I believe you will see our sincerity."
.......
Standing on the balcony and looking down.
You can just see the back of Ding Pinghou leaving in a hurry.
"Let Tom help me promote it tomorrow and look for a few magazines..."
"In addition, I will try to write the second volume of Zhu Xian in the next few days..."
"The theme of Zhu Xian's book is novel, the story is interesting, and it has a lot of updates... How can new martial arts novels compare with me?"
Suddenly, Cao Weidong frowned.
By sharing Xiaoxue's vision, he saw a group of uninvited guests walking towards the hotel.
Ouyang Zhong was among this group of people, saying something to a tall man with a conspicuous scar on his forehead, who seemed to be the leader.
This group of people had evil faces on their faces, and they all carried knives, sticks and other objects in their hands. They looked like they were seeking revenge.
And the direction these people were running seemed to be exactly where the hotel was.
"These guys..."
A stern look flashed across Cao Weidong's face.
Obviously, Ouyang Zhong is looking for someone to take revenge on him.
He looked outside.
Lou Xiao'e was holding a children's book at this time and telling little Sidong an enlightenment story.
Cao Weidong walked out of the balcony.
Lou Xiaoe asked smoothly.
"Weidong, do you want to go out?"
"Yes."
"I just told the lobby manager to bring the food up. Do you want to leave it for you?"
"Keep it, maybe the food will still be hot when I come back."
Lou Xiao'e responded.
Cao Weidong walked to the guest room, waved to Shi Man, and told him roughly what happened.
Shi Man is used to his boss being unpredictable.
He did not ask Cao Weidong where he got the information, but said in a cold voice with a straight face.
"Boss, how about I come with you?"
"No, you stay here and must protect Xiao'e and the child."
Cao Weidong rejected Shi Man's proposal and arranged another task for him.
Shi Man was a little anxious.
"There are many people on the other side, and you may suffer a loss by yourself."
Cao Weidong patted Shi Man on the shoulder and smiled.
"Don't worry, I'll be back as soon as I go."
Take the elevator to the lobby.
The hotel staff greeted me one after another along the way.
Cao Weidong nodded in response.
But he kept walking, walking out of the hotel in twos and twos, and then naturally disappeared into the crowd.