My Daily Salted Fish Routine

Luo Qingyi didn't expect that the editor-in-chief would quote such a terrifying price.

Is this a desperate move?

However, the editor-in-chief naturally has his own ideas.

You can basically calculate how much Luo Jia's royalties are. The share contract given by the publishing house is about 5% to 12%. He was a newcomer before, and it is definitely impossible to exceed 10%. Five The point is too low, and Luo Jia is too popular. If the publishing house wants to retain him, it must give a suitable price. So if you compromise, the maximum share should be eight points.

Then calculate it as eight points.

A book costs more than 20 yuan, with an eight-point share. After deducting tax, Luo Jia gets more than a yuan for a book. The current sales volume has exceeded 100,000. Looking at this trend, it will be even higher in the future. The sales volume in the first month will exceed 20,000 yuan. One hundred thousand should be very stable, so his income this month would be hundreds of thousands.

To impress him, the price is not going to be too low. Two thousand words for a thousand words is obviously not enough, and they will definitely not accept it.

Because fame will be consumed, and if he suddenly came to write martial arts, he would also take a lot of risks.

If the price is not enough, why should people take the risk?

"Well, Editor-in-Chief Wang, isn't the price too high?"

"Yes, although Luo Jia is famous, in the final analysis, he only has one book, and it's not martial arts."

"Five thousand words for a thousand words is too risky. Can you sustain it under financial pressure?"

"Bah, you ignorant mortal, why is my brother not so good at writing?" Luo Qingyi looked on with cold eyes and snorted in his heart.

The editor-in-chief thought carefully, but he never expected that Luo Qingyi had been preparing to trick him a few days ago.

The article she had written, "White Horse Roaring in the West Wind", was an absolute masterpiece, and Luo Qingyi was very confident about it.

"As long as we invite Luo Jia, we will make a profit. He is now at the peak of his fame. His name alone is worth the price."

"The key person may not necessarily like it. The royalties for his book are hundreds of thousands at least. Although it is a sky-high price for us, it still needs to be considered again for him. After all, he did not write it. If you have studied martial arts, if the results of your new work are not good, it will be a blow to your reputation..." Editor-in-Chief Wang shook his head.

A group of people were silent.

First there is the magazine, and then there is publishing, but that’s a story later.

"Shall I make a call?" Luo Qingyi asked.

"good."

Luo Qingyi grabbed the phone and went out. She had to discuss this matter with her brother.

The editor-in-chief looked at her back. This intern editor was capable enough, worked in an orderly manner, and had such a good relationship. Promotion was inevitable.

If an author like Luo Jia could maintain a cooperative relationship, he would be very happy to give him five thousand words per thousand words.

"If you have something to do, leave the court." Luo Jia said after answering the phone.

"Your Majesty, I have something important to do."

Luo Qingyi explained the situation in detail.

"Five thousand words?" Luo Jia was shocked, "Have you, the editor-in-chief, been kicked in the head by a donkey?"

"I probably want to take advantage of your current fame." Luo Qingyi said calmly.

"Anyway, it's a matter of mutual benefit. I've shown my sincerity. Tsk, tsk, tsk, 5,000 words..."

The manuscript Luo Qingyi held in his hand had fifty thousand words, five thousand words per thousand, that is, two hundred thousand.

The editor-in-chief is afraid that he has spent a lot of money.

Luo Qingyi's idea was correct. A few days ago, the Legend of Wukong was not on sale yet. She took out her brother's manuscript and worked hard to get a thousand words and five hundred. Thank God, let alone five thousand.

Now with the blessing of fame, the price has increased tenfold, and this does not include publishing.

Luo Jia and her sister's eyes turned green.

Editor-in-Chief Wang's guess was correct, but he still underestimated the determination of Wutong Publishing House. They gave ten points instead of eight points, so the royalties for Luo Jia Wukong's Biography were indeed quite high, but now they haven't even paid a dime. Down, he was very poor.

Not only him, Luo Qingyi was even poorer.

"Well, they don't know I have a manuscript yet. I fooled them." Luo Qingyi said with a smile.

"That's right." Luo Jia agreed, "Sister, let's make arrangements."

Luo Qingyi hung up the phone and returned to the conference room.

"How is it?" The editor-in-chief felt that he was a little nervous.

All the editors also looked at her.

"I agreed." Luo Qingyi's expression remained unchanged.

The editor-in-chief was overjoyed, "Okay, okay!"

"Although it is said that slow work will produce fine work, I still hope that he can get the manuscript out quickly. After all, we can't afford it now." The editor-in-chief hesitated and said.

Luo Qingyi had a strange look on his face, but he still nodded.

Slow work produces fine work?

What the hell is that? My brother is a legendary fast shooter.

The terrifying hand speed of being single for eighteen years cannot be ignored.

If he had known that it was five thousand yuan for one thousand words, he might have written you bankrupt.

Writing out 50,000 words in one day will not scare you to death.

"Okay, okay, I will urge him." Luo Qingyi scratched his hair and wondered when to take out the manuscript. Is this called slow work and careful work?

Then just wait another week.

Although the magazine is pressed for time, a week is nothing.

It just so happens that my brother's Wukong Legend is still continuing to ferment, and the overall trend is still rising. There is no need to be so anxious.

And she also has to leave some time for magazines and do some publicity.

After all, my younger brother is also a big boss now, so he can't just start a new game casually. How can he live up to his reputation without publicizing it?

Thinking of the promotion of the new book, Luo Qingyi suddenly remembered that it was time for his brother to open Weibo.