I Am a Big Player

Send money? Could Ren He be crazy? promised to think.

As a result, the voice just now was a bit loud, and the students in front who were packing their things also heard it. Everyone looked at each other with a smile and said in a low voice, "I don't even pretend to be here for the money I went out to play."

The crowd after school was bustling outside. At this time, there was a conspicuous old man who was wearing a simple cotton shirt but had an outstanding demeanor and was hale and hearty. He didn't know who was waiting at the school gate.

"Why do I look so familiar?"

"I can't remember, it seems a little familiar."

For junior high school students, they may have met Mr. Zhou on a certain news, but it may be a bit difficult for them to remember that such a distant figure is not a star or something.

Ren He had done his homework after receiving the call from Mr. Zhou, so when he saw the real person, he greeted him: "Hello Mr. Zhou, I am Ren He."

After hearing this, Mr. Zhou smiled and looked at Ren He: "Young man is very energetic, let's exercise regularly, let's go, let's talk while walking."

The only person who came was Mr. Zhou, without a luxury car or a driver. In the end, it was just such a detail that Ren He liked him greatly. When he walked with him, he suddenly changed from an imposing old man to someone who came to pick up his grandson from school. Grandpa.

Simple and down-to-earth, this is Ren He's first impression of Mr. Zhou. It's not like those masters in the imagination, who are crowded with each other when traveling, and don't even have a special car. Maybe I got off the train and took the bus.

After receiving a call from Mr. Zhou, Ren He carefully collected news about this old gentleman: he is notoriously simple, and it seems that most of his social activities are to praise classic literary works. When he finds a good work, it is simply Spare no effort to support.

Now, it is not an exaggeration to say that Zhou's disciples are all over the country, and even many dignitaries and businessmen hope to become his students.

However, he never accepted students, but the writers he promoted or those who admired him willingly called him Mr. Zhou.

"Why do you want to write the Three-Character Classic? Did you really write it?" Zhou Lao asked with a smile. In fact, it was still difficult for him to calm down after a week: a classic thing like the Three-Character Classic was taken by a 14-year-old The child wrote it out, and everyone's crazy decades are almost living in the stomach of a dog.

"Can I not answer this question?" Ren He smiled wryly: "I believe you must be surprised, but what I can guarantee is that if there is a copyright dispute, all the consequences will be borne by me alone, and Mr. Zhou doesn't need to worry about this. "

To be honest, although he copied the classics, Ren He just wanted to make money and thought nothing of anything else. He didn't need to be famous, and he didn't need others to recognize his literary level. He just wanted to make money, it's as simple as that.

In the final analysis, Ren He is just a rough ordinary person. If you really want to say that he has so many resources to use but doesn't use them in a new life, that is not in line with the character of ordinary people. Is there any psychological pressure? Yes, but only a little bit.

Ren He has actually thought about it carefully. In fact, if most people have experienced the same thing as him, he does not believe that the classics will be left unused.

We are all laymen, there is nothing to be proud of. However, it is another matter to insist that the iron lipstick is his own creation and be intoxicated in it.

After thinking for a while, Mr. Zhou shrugged his shoulders: "Since you don't want to talk about it, forget it. The main purpose of coming this time is to talk to you about the copyright issue, and then decide on the royalties."

"I've thought about this, 6% is fine, but it's 6% of the price, not the wholesale price," Ren He said firmly.

The so-called royalty is a payment method of manuscript tax that has been used all over the world for hundreds of years, that is, the royalty that Ren He can get = book price X circulation X6%.

In fact, 8% royalties are more common in general situations, but that is calculated on the basis of 65% of the wholesale price. From this point of view, 6% is too high for Renhe.

Elder Zhou stopped and looked deeply at Ren He,

With the 6% setting, it’s hard to tell who will suffer. It can only be said that everyone still has money to make. He suddenly smiled and said: "Okay, let’s do it according to this. This is the first time I have negotiated with a 14-year-old boy. I don't know where to start, if I talk too much, people will say that I am too old to bully you."

"Old Zhou will definitely not bully me," Ren He said cheerfully.

"Let's go, find a place where you invite me to dinner, and sign the contract by the way, I brought the contract."

"There's a noodle shop in front that serves good food, and... the contribution fee for the third edition of the Kyoto Daily..." Ren He rubbed his hands in embarrassment.

Zhou Lao's eyes suddenly widened: "You just buy me noodles?"

"That's it, I still have to pay for the manuscript fee you gave me." Ren He flipped through his pocket and indicated that there was only 50 cents in it: "If I said that I wrote the Three Character Classic for money, would you believe me?"

Mr. Zhou laughed heartily: "Eat noodles, just eat noodles! When I was in Kyoto, I always wanted to eat a bowl of noodles with fried sauce, but I was always empty. Today is thanks to you!" As he said, he took an envelope from He took it out of his arms and patted it on Ren He's hand: "A-level poetry manuscript fee, I will give you 48 yuan per line."

Poetry manuscript fees have always been calculated according to the number of lines, but most of the so-called literati’s poems are only 100 yuan for a poem, and there are even works of 1 yuan per line, so Ren He’s contribution fee for the Three Character Classic was a little uncertain , because he doesn't know how much the other party can give.

Ren He started counting money directly in front of Mr. Zhou, a total of more than 8,000!

"It's 48 yuan per line, I should have divided it into a few more lines..." Ren He muttered in a low voice.

"I believe it now."

Ren He was stunned for a moment: "What do you believe?"

Mr. Zhou said with a complex expression: "I believe you wrote the Three Character Classic for money, and it's the first time someone counted the manuscript fee in front of me. Those literati are afraid that this action will make their works smell of copper. They hope In the eyes of others, I am always superior and unworldly."

Ren He chuckled: "Don't mind me, I'm just a vulgar person, so I'm so hypocritical, but have you ever heard a saying? Vulgarity is elegance."

"Vulgarity is elegance..." Mr. Zhou thought about the meaning of these words: "Hahaha, what a vulgarity is elegance!" To be honest, it was the first time he heard this sentence, so it was not surprising, because it was Even this sentence was brought over by Ren He from the parallel world.

In this way, Zhou Wumeng brought Ren He more than 8,000 draft fees and possibly a steady stream of royalties in the future. As a result, Ren He invited Zhou Wumeng to a small roadside restaurant for egg noodles.

Zhou Wumeng seemed happier.

Before leaving, Zhou Wumeng asked: "In the future, there will be works like the Three Character Classic, and we can continue to cooperate. In the history of literature, there have been too many things like burning books and burying scholars, and Daxing literary inquisition, which led to our literature starting from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. Up to now, it has not made much progress, and too many historical masterpieces have been lost in the long river of history."

Ren He stroked his chin and thought that the cultural trajectory of this parallel world might have been deviated by some acts of destroying knowledge in history. It is estimated that there were brilliant masterpieces like his in his previous life in history, but they were all wiped out. . However, copying the classics by himself is copying at the risk of life, and he does not plan to risk his life frequently in a short time. He replied: "There are no more for the time being. This is in exchange for life."

"Huh?" Zhou Wumeng was puzzled, what did he sacrifice his life for?

"It's okay, I mean just writing this, I'm going to die," Ren He couldn't tell others that he had messed with the Heavenly Punishment System now...

When sending Mr. Zhou away, Ren He didn't even notice that he was right behind them. Duan Xiaolou had already seen this scene in his eyes.

There was a look of doubt in her eyes. She always felt that she had seen this old man somewhere, and it seemed to be the news a few days ago.

When Duan Xiaolou returned home, she went into her room, turned on the computer and started searching for the news in her memory. It was not until half an hour later that she finally found it: "Jingdu Daily" Zhou Wumeng Editor-in-Chief Interview: The Three-Character Classic is a part of Mongolian children's education. Milestone history.