Reborn Tycoon Rise

Except for occasionally going out to find publishers, Xu Zhi spent all the remaining time completing his writing career. There is no need to work from dawn to dusk to purchase goods, and both time and body are best replenished.

But after all, human hands are not mechanical, and they still write traditional Chinese characters. Even if he worked harder, after five days, plus the previous efforts, Xu Zhi barely finished 100,000 words, and almost one-sixth of the entire book was completed. The prequel "The Iron-Blooded Prodigy" has ended, and Liang Xiao has just appeared.

After finishing writing the latest chapter, Xu Zhi shook his sore right hand, stood up and walked into the bathroom. Today he made an appointment with a small newspaper company.

Because Xu Zhi is busy writing books these days, Xu Zhi asked Wu Peng to find a smaller publishing house in Kowloon. Now only small publishing houses may have the opportunity to publish his novels.

Although Kowloon is not a big place, many publishing houses also have all kinds of weird things. Many newspapers do not even have a fixed location. Wu Peng found the place based on the locations marked on several newspapers at the market.

I went to the place several times and found out that it was a small bookstore. I usually sold books, and then collected some old information and some small articles. I also started to make cheap newspapers. With the low price, I could sometimes sell hundreds of dollars a day. Thousand copies.

After several days of screening, Xu Zhi finally selected a small newspaper of some size located on Broadcasting Channel.

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Small newspapers have the advantages of small newspapers. When Wu Peng came the day before, he explained that he was submitting articles and immediately met the person he wanted to see.

Editor-in-chief Lin Wenzhou found out that it was a young man who came, and was very unhappy at first. However, considering that it was rare for a contributor to come, his newspaper was almost out of stock, and sales were not very good recently, so he took a look at Wu Pengna Coming article.

However, this sight made him famous.

Although he is only the editor-in-chief of a small newspaper, he may not be able to receive excellent manuscripts like Ming Pao, but since he is in this line of work, almost every newspaper in Hong Kong must read him every day. Although his literary accomplishment may not be It will improve, but the horizons will also be broadened a lot.

When he first read this article, Lin Wenzhou was very happy. The manuscript Wu Peng brought only had a few thousand words, but one look at the writing style revealed that the person who wrote the book had good skills. After confirming that the person submitting the manuscript was not the author, we immediately made an appointment to meet the next day.

Xu Zhi suddenly fell in love with this kind of small company. There is no need to register at the front desk. Just ask someone at the editor-in-chief's office. They will not ask more about what you are here for. They will directly point in the direction and tell you politely.

"Bang bang"

"Come in" a voice came from inside.

Xu Zhi opened the door and saw a middle-aged man in his 40s with thick glasses sitting in front of the office.

"Who are you?" Lin Wenzhou looked at the young man in front of him and was stunned for a moment.

"My name is Xu Zhi, and I wrote Kunlun!" Xu Zhi sat on the chair opposite the office. Go straight.

"…………."

Seeing that Xu Zhi was not joking, Lin Wenzhou suddenly felt that he had been detached from the world. How could a young man write a novel?

"You're not kidding me??"

Seeing that the other party didn't believe him, Xu Zhi smiled and immediately took out another manuscript from his backpack and said, "Editor Lin, take a look first. This is the second half of yesterday's chapter!"

Lin Wenzhou looked disbelieving, took it, and glanced at it. Although he only read a little bit of the content, the writing style and style were indeed the same.

"It seems true!" Lin Wenzhou thought to himself.

A young girl a few years older than Xu Zhi walked in, probably an assistant, and brought in two cups of coffee.

At this time, Xiangjiang was the junction of Chinese and Western cultures, and coffee was very popular here.

"Thank you!" Xu Zhidao.

The girl nodded, glanced at Xu Zhi, and walked out.

Lin Wenzhou said: "This is the latest imported coffee we purchased. Xu Sheng can try it!"

Xu Zhidao: "Okay, I'm not in a hurry. Editor-in-chief Lin can take a look at my article first. Please tell me if there's anything wrong with it."

Lin Wenzhou smiled and said: "I don't dare to take it seriously. Although Xu Sheng is young, his literary talent is extremely outstanding. I think I can't write this kind of novel."

The manuscripts Xu Zhi brought were not many, and together with those brought by Wu Peng before, the total was only one big chapter.

Within a few minutes, Lin Wenzhou had finished reading: "I wonder how many words there are in Xu Sheng's Iron-Blooded Prodigy?"

Xu Zhidao: "This is a short story, about hundreds of thousands of words!"

Having learned the lesson from Ming Pao, Xu Zhi does not want to publish the entire Kunlun at once. If he tells the entire length of Kunlun, the small newspapers in front of him will definitely not refuse. However, from the perspective of reputation, it is better to publish only the prequel first. After all, the other party has insufficient resources. If the novel cannot gain fame, it would be a pity to target this small newspaper for the entire article.

When Lin Wenzhou heard that it only had 100,000 words, he frowned and asked, "It's a bit short. Why is it so small? Can't it be longer?"

A hundred thousand words is too few. If two thousand words are serialized in one day, two months will be over. At this time, the martial arts trend in Hong Kong was popular. A good novel could greatly increase the sales of newspapers. However, the serialization was only for two months. The time was too short and it was difficult to become famous. Even if it became famous, the serialization was over. The newspaper But it’s a huge loss.

Xu Zhi explained: "The first time I wrote it, the story was so long, and I had already finished it. It would be too troublesome to revise it again. If the response is good, I might write a sequel."

Lin Wenzhou asked: "Have you thought about the outline of the sequel? If it is already available, we can publish it continuously. Judging from your writing style, it should be good in the future."

Xu Zhi shook his head: "We will only discuss this book today."

Lin Wenzhou said: "Okay, then Xu Sheng is willing to serialize this novel in our newspaper?"

"No problem, then I don't know how to calculate the royalties!" Although the main purpose of publishing in a small newspaper is to gain fame, the value of it cannot be underestimated. The value of a book often depends on how good the last one is.

Lin Wenzhou said: "How about 10 yuan for a thousand words?"

Xu Zhi laughed and said, "It's too low."

One thousand words is 10 yuan, and hundreds of thousands of words is just over 1,000 yuan.

Lin Wenzhou shook his head and said: "It's not low. This price is good for newcomers. Even in our newspaper office, many people earn less than 20 yuan a day. A novel of 100,000 words earns more than 1,000 yuan. Many ordinary white-collar workers earn more in a month." Not even."

After Xu Zhi listened, he was silent for a while. He didn't care much about his family's finances after coming to Xiangjiang. But when Lin Wenzhou mentioned it, he realized that the Hong Kong dollar was very valuable at this moment.

The average salary in Hong Kong in 1977 was about HK$500, but this was an average salary. One white-collar worker in a Central office building could earn an average of three to five factory workers. Moreover, this is not yet the information age, and government statistical estimates are mainly based on the income of large companies and government personnel.

However, for a newspaper, the profit from serializing a good novel is extremely considerable.

Seeing that Xu Zhi did not agree, Lin Wenzhou smiled and said: "Since Xu Sheng's article has been written, as long as the contract is signed, we will receive half of the manuscript first. As long as the quality is acceptable, I can settle the half of the manuscript fee immediately. How about it?" "

Half of it only has tens of thousands of words. As editor-in-chief, Lin Wenzhou still has a few hundred yuan of autonomy.

Xu Zhi shook his head: "30 yuan for a thousand words. If I can, I will sign the contract immediately. If not, I will leave."

"Wait a minute." Lin Wenzhou immediately stopped him. A good book came and he couldn't let it escape. "It's 20 at most. Xu Sheng can go out and ask. Many old writers may not have this price."

Xu Zhi smiled: "Well, since it's so expensive, I won't bother you anymore."

After saying that, he immediately took back the manuscript and prepared to leave.

Lin Wenzhou also stood up and said: "Let's do it, 25 for a thousand words. As long as I see the article, I will pay it in one lump sum!"

Xu Zhi smiled and said: "Okay! But it will be after tax!"

Lin Wenzhou: "..."

Next, we discussed some details of the contract and agreed to start publishing the newspaper in a week. The daily serialization should not be less than 2,000 words, and the whole story would be completed within two months. This is the advantage of small newspapers, which can be published directly.

Xu Zhi also got his first pot of gold with peace of mind.