Moonlight Variations

[The navy invited by the monkey: qaq works so hard, so angry. 】

[Mr. L who disappeared: Are you angry? I just happened to be outraged by others... I was about to be down to the bottom when I was at the peak of my career. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: You still have a career! 】

[The disappeared Mr. L: People like you who talk about "online dating" and don't know which ancient tomb can have a career. Why can't I? 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Oh, the tone is very aggressive, it seems that you are really angry. 】

[The disappeared Mr. L: Yes, super gas. With all due respect, I even want the air now. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey:...]

I didn’t get any comfort from Mr. L. Instead, I used some nonsense to solve this guy who was so angry that he even wanted to feel the air... Until he stood in front of the office building of Yuanyueshe Publishing House, Chu Li put it away. Mobile phone, took a deep breath, buried his head and walked into the office.

…I don’t know if it’s an illusion. Chuli felt that when she walked into the office, the whole office was quiet. When she walked to her position in frustration, the old Miao next door suddenly laughed and said, "I came back from work so soon. ? A standard rate of return without success."

Everyone in the office saw that although they were still busy with themselves, Chu Li could feel that everyone had actually pricked their ears. Pay attention to this side—Chuli took out the contract in the bag and ignored the ridicule of the old Miao. "I don’t even have a chance to pass the contract to Hirukawa and let him throw it on my face."

Lao Miao laughed more horribly: "Did he let the dog bit you?"

Chuli glanced at Lao Miao, carefully reminded: "That is Alaska, not Tibetan Mastiff."

Lao Miao: "They look the same."

Chu Li: "It's not the same at all."

Lao Miao: "What did Shiuchuan say?"

Chuli was silent, and then raised her lips mockingly, imitating the tone of the person behind the big iron gate: "'Forty thousand five seals, who insults? When I beg for food!'"

Lao Miao turned his head and laughed wildly, and even the other people who led the entire office laughed. The other newcomer editor did not dare to laugh too loudly, and laughed so scornfully that his small face was flushed... Chu Li couldn't feel it at all. The point of laughter, she was only frustrated, she put the contract on the table and she whispered: "Lao Miao, I don't think I can do this job—the Great God Hiukawa didn't even open the door to the yard at home. He raised it. Dogs are ten thousand times more enthusiastic than him."

Lao Miao: "He is fierce?"

Chu Li: "Super fierce."

After all, "Dragon Yang Eighteen Style".

Lao Miao turned his chair and played with the marker in his hand: "That's because you can't negotiate."

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See if you are amazing, you will go instead! Face that lunatic! Bar front!

Chuli dared not speak.

Lao Miao ignored Chu Li’s resistive silence, swayed on the chair, raised Erlang’s legs and said lazily: “You really don’t know anything about the publishing industry, and you don’t know anything about the urinary nature of these authors. , I also want to know why the boss recruited you in the end? (Yu Yao: "Because of passion.") Because of passion? Boss, I'm going to throw up what you said, and it's not a Japanese drama heroine who can do nothing. I won the author’s heart with my passion... Okay, come on, sit down, boy. Today I am a senior, and I will guide you in the direction of negotiation—"

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Chuli told herself that this was the helplessness of the adult world. She couldn't pick up the chair and buckle the person in front of her who was inexplicably throwing the pot and educate her, because the person in front of her looked unreliable, and this was her boss. Her predecessor, her instructor... So she took a deep breath and sat down, wanting to hear what Lao Miao said.

Surprisingly, Lao Miao really released a lot of dry goods. He first explained the current situation of the publishing circle to Chu Li—

First of all, the author's remuneration formula is: first print x book pricing x royalty points (a few points are a few percent) = final remuneration.

In 2013, the status quo of the publishing circle was that the first print volume of general romance novels and youth books was 8,000 to 50,000, and the authors were generally given six to eight points. Generally speaking, more than 20,000 were treated as romantic gods, and those who were small and transparent generally received eight points. Thousands are almost the same, occasionally bullying the little transparent author, some publishers will even spend 3,000 to 5,000 yuan to buy out the entire book without paying royalties;

A sales figure of more than 30,000 can be called a bestseller;

Further up, it is the great gods at the top of the pyramid. Generally, it is possible for the first print to be 100,000 to 300,000. These people can get up to 15 points in royalties, but only a few authors in the country can Have this ability.

—In other words, the kind of monthly magazines that Chuli thought could have a sales volume of hundreds of thousands. It really only existed in 1913 and not in 2013.

Lao Miao: "Jiuchuan is the one who has just touched the tip of the pyramid. His first print volume in the last two years is generally set at eight to one hundred thousand, nine points."

Fuck, eight to one hundred thousand!

Two to three times as much as thirty-two!

Chu Li was stunned: "Then the first thirty-two thousand we can export? No wonder he was so angry, why didn't Hiukawa burn Yuanyuesha with a torch...Ah, is there a contact number for Hiukawa, I want to apologize to him: Teacher Hiukawa is sorry."

Lao Miao: "Do you know what contrast produces beauty? This is the negotiation method I want to tell you-we are a new magazine. Although the publishing house is very old, it is the first time that we have made Oriental Fantasy Youth Books. The author of 8000 loves can’t make it out, but we gave Hikawa thirty-two... and finally added forty-five."

Lao Miao: "Do you know what this means? If you give him one hundred thousand or ten points for his first print, he will be happy-assuming that each book is priced at thirty-five yuan, we will send him thirty-five yuan. Ten thousand in royalties! Three hundred and fifty thousand friends! We have to bear another 22% of the cost of each book. You can calculate how much it is. We are a publishing house, and the boss is a businessman, not Lu Xun. The businessman wants To make money, we are not a dream welfare agency. The boss wants to pay you salary to let you eat, and give all the money to the dream of Shirakawa. What do you eat?"

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Lao Miao: "Does it make sense?"

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There is a fart.

Lao Miao: "Therefore, the first print volume is forty-five thousand, and our agency is very sincere, and we can learn from the sun and the moon."

Lao Miao: "You have to tell Shirakawa this. As soon as he compares other authors with himself several times, his vanity will be shaken when he comes up; you can draw him a pie and tell him about our publishing house's new development project. Go all out to sell this book for him, and it will be the same if you sell it and then print it again! You see, if you say this, it will change to agree..."

Chuli black question mark face.

Lao Miao: "The above, I'm finished, you will try again tomorrow."

With editor-in-chief Yu Yao taking the lead, the office suddenly burst into applause, and only Chuli continued the black question mark face.

She always felt that Lao Miao wouldn't let it go if she didn't see her being beaten by Shirakawa in person, and then packaged it back with SF Express on delivery.

.........I don't know where the new colleagues have such a big feud.

…

But this did not prevent Churi from standing outside the door and ringing the doorbell of Shurukawa's house the next day.

Fortunately, Shirakawa seemed to get up early today and didn’t have the gas to get up, so Chorri sat on his sofa smoothly after ten minutes; unfortunately, the man just opened the door and started to make coffee and drink coffee to watch. In the email, in addition to rewarding Chuli with a cup of freshly ground coffee, the Chuli sitting on the sofa with Ergou was completely regarded as air.

Because of the lack of confidence in the publishing house, Chu Li sat on the sofa with his head lowered, not daring to force him a word.

then.

after an hour.

When Shirakawa finished his coffee and processed the mail, he saw the little girl sitting on the sofa with her head drooping, sitting on the sofa side by side with the Alaskan dog whose cross-sectional area was exactly the same as her. Looks like.

Hikawa: "..."

Feeling the master's eyes, Ergou raised his paw and slammed the little girl next to him.

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Hiukawa cleared his voice, and said coldly and warmly, "I got up with anger yesterday, didn't it scare you?"

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I'm scared, thank you.

Lao Tzu now sees you and you want to pee.

Churi shook her head against her conscience, feeling that this was Hiukawa taking the initiative to open the chatterbox, which seemed to be a play, so she moved her lips... But after a long time tangled up, she still felt that Lao Miao's pie technique really couldn’t be said, so she pushed it. Pushing the buns on the table in front of him, he said, "Teacher, you can eat some buns. Drinking coffee on an empty stomach in the morning is not good for your health. You think you have a cold."

Zhou Chuan took the steamed buns, glanced twice, and ate one, his brown eyes fixed on Chu Li: "Not bad, thank you. But let me remind you, this steamed bun is not worth more than 100,000 royalties."

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The initial gesture of bowing his head and digging out the contract, and then silently stuffed the contract back-hesitated, sat upright, and squatted to say the old Miao story again, and said more and more afterwards. Liu, she almost believed it herself, so at the end she began to draw half-truths: "Teacher, please sign this book to us. Give us a chance. We will work hard and work hard to do this well. This book-as long as it is completed, let alone one hundred thousand first prints in the future, we will work hard to win for you two hundred thousand!"

Hiukawa squeezed the other remaining bun, weighed it, and smiled: "...This big cake is painted, you think you have a magical brush, Ma Liang?"

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I took photos of your painting style and put it on Weibo. I can repost a million Du Minjun who crushes the stars. Believe it or not? Bring the topic #shocked! You from Mars! Wenrun, such as Yu Gongzi Chuan's true face, biting air #.

Not knowing that he was being slandered, Shirakawa handed the remaining buns to Chuli, and said concisely: "Eat."

Chu Li glanced at the bun he was holding, and felt like a mouse-drug spilled on it and waved his hand: "I've eaten it, I bought it for you on a special trip. It's not always the case that I'm empty-handed—"

So I brought two buns?

The man raised his eyebrows and began to look up and down at the little girl sitting on the other sofa: stupid is a bit stupid, but probably because of the hot bun in his hand, she seems to be more yin and yang than Lao Miao’s. Niang Pao looked more pleasing to the eye.

In particular, the six words "specially bought for you" sound particularly pleasant.

Cannibalism is soft, so when he speaks again, the man’s tone finally becomes softer: “Little girl, don’t waste your time. Forty-five thousand is too low. It’s not a matter of money. It’s ridiculed that Yuanyuesha is a big publishing house, but what will people say when it spreads out? It will only say that I, Shirakawa’s surrender, hug your thighs."

Rarely said something serious, the man beckoned to the dog next to Chuli as he said it, Ergou jumped off the sofa and came to his leg, he slowly stuffed the extra bun in his hand into it In the big dog's mouth... the man is still generous and gentle when he treats his pets, but Chuli just stared at him like this and looked straight—

When Churi heard what Chuli said, something was wrong... She stared at the indifferent, handsome face of the man not far away, and suddenly she felt that she had grasped some life-saving straw in her dazedness.

The straw was not given by Lao Miao's set of perversions, but was handed out by Shirakawa himself.

It suddenly occurred to Chuli that Shirakawa felt offended and furious because of the low print volume, probably because he himself was a very proud person—

And such people...

Chuli suddenly sat upright: "But if the first batch of 45,000 prints is sold out immediately, it is possible to temporarily change the contract and double. Teacher, your previous books are sold like this for 100,000 prints. Don’t you have the confidence to sell so much this time?"

Zhou Chuan was taken aback.

He immediately raised his head and glanced at her, smiling with white teeth: "Excited me?"

Chu Li's second screamed, his **** moved back, and the allure smiled so much that he could not wait to hug the bun and squat down next to her again. The dog was shocked: "I remember you said "The Book of Luohe". This book is your latest pinnacle."

Hiukawa said it.

Now he wants to say no, isn't he slapped himself in the face?

So he was silent.

Chuli carefully peeked at his face.

It's a pity that there is no emotion on his face.

Ten minutes later, Hiukawa stood up and condescendingly said to the little girl who was sitting on the sofa with her face up looking at her, "Of course I have confidence in myself, but it still doesn't work. Genyue Society is not so attractive to me. I will accompany you in this game-thank you for your steamed stuffed buns, although my coffee is not cheap, Ergou, see you off."

Two dogs: "Wang!"

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Hirukawa today is very gentleman.

Rejecting people for thousands of miles is desperate.

Chuli knew that it was annoying to say anything more at this time, so she had no confidence, so she had to stand up and put down her contact information. The card said something if it is possible to change her mind, please feel free to contact her or other nonsense and then whispered. He said goodbye, then bowed his head and walked out under the watch of the man...

Just as she was about to walk out of the hallway, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of something very familiar. She had a meal, frowned and retreated two steps and squatted down—then she couldn't help but stretched out her hand to the pile of packages beside the hallway. From the waste and old, I pulled out something that looked like a picture book.

I was dumbfounded when I saw the familiar cover of Chuli. I couldn't think that I actually saw this thing in Hiukawa's house:...It was actually the personal painting collection of the cocoon girl, or the signature edition of the top 50 limited edition special codes.

Chuli had jumped up and down for four or five days to grab this collection of paintings, and couldn’t sleep well every night. In the end, I grabbed it and spent the night with him. I was so excited...until this collection of paintings became later. The identity certificate of "The Cocoon Girl".

—How can Hikawa have this collection of paintings?

Carrying a corner of the painting album, Chuli turned his head in a dazed expression, and glanced at Shirakawa in surprise, "Teacher, you also like cocoons..."

The words have not yet settled.

Chuli once again witnessed the transformation of Hirukawa once again with his own eyes—

I saw the man instantly changed his face and supported the sofa with one hand and flew up and jumped over the sofa at a height comparable to Liu Xiang, and then transformed into Bolt's 100-meter hand-knife-like sprint to kill her and grab the book!

…Chuli has never seen an otaku with such agile movements.

At this moment, the otaku stood in front of her expressionlessly, and quickly bent over and stuffed the book back into the waste paper pile: "My niece likes it. I came to play in my house during summer vacation—as for this kind of innocent painter, huh. It’s not worthy to wash my feet."

After speaking, he sneezed again.

The tip of the nose is flushed.

Chuli was still in shock and didn't recover, just staring at the handsome face of Hiukawa who was calm, graceful, indifferent, contemptuous and mocking—

[It's not worthy to wash my feet. 】

[It's not worthy to wash my feet. 】

[It's not worthy to wash my feet. 】

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incredible.

This big, literary world's ever-changing Sakura?

The author has something to say: After taking you to watch the e-sports circle, Mr. Tutou takes you to watch the author circle again.

The above publishing circle is basically true?? The author is really much poorer than you think, babies!

Don’t ask you what is the level of the first print of Mr. Rabbit’s head'”...I can only tell you that I was not a mess of Hong Kong when I was a "cute new" in one bite (￢_￢)

Thanks to the bubbling buddies, I am relieved to see you hahaha, and continue to send 111 red envelopes!