Chapter 30 Chapter Four

"Since the day we decided to visit here, we have done all kinds of research." The teenager wearing glasses said in an understatement tone, "but anyway, we can't figure out why the writer has to be paid so much." High remuneration, what about publishing serial novels? We know the purpose of making a single book. But in fact, there are also cases where this purpose cannot be achieved. At this time, will the author refund the manuscript fee? Probably not. Then, why do you want to serialize? I think, I’m afraid it’s just giving the writer a fortune. Is it wrong to think so? Besides, Mr. Aoyama, no matter how you explain the actual state of serialized novels, you can’t obliterate them. The fact of drafts. Don’t writers feel ashamed to sell their drafts to publishing houses? Doesn’t the publishing house feel guilty if they know it’s a draft and still publish it? Take this seriously?"

"No, nothing." Qing Shan shrunk his body into a ball and replied without confidence. "Mr. Aoyama," the little junior high school student called, "Through the conversation so far, the matter has come to light. In the final analysis, the so-called serial novels are nothing more than a system of giving money to best-selling authors in the name of manuscript fees. So, drafts are fine. It doesn't matter. Is that the case?" Unable to answer "You are right", Qingshan chose to remain silent. "If this is the case, why don't you just pay for the manuscript and don't serialize it? And don't buy the manuscript bit by bit like serialization, but wait for the manuscript to be completed before buying it? This can save the troublesome procedures of rewriting, It can also avoid the embarrassment of paying the manuscript fee but not being able to make a single book. If "Novel Moxibustion" only publishes the kind of novels that can be read at once, I think it will become a very good product."

The little man spoke clearly and logically, but things were not that simple. "That's impossible." Aoyama said. "why?" "That's not worth it." "Not worth it?" "Yes, it's not worth it." Qing Shan leaned his body on the back of the chair.Let's just speak the truth here, he began to think. "In the form of serialization, no matter what the draft is, we can actually get the original manuscript of the writer every month. For the publishing house, this is very important. Once the serialization starts, one day It will end. It is true that there are times when it cannot be made into a single book, but that is a small probability event, and in most cases it goes smoothly."

However, the junior high school students did not show a relieved expression.As expected, the boy wearing glasses said: "We still don't understand. Because we can't wait for the novel to be finished, we pay for the manuscript and buy the manuscript a little bit every month. We understand this system. But why do we have to serialize it? Since we paid Qian, it’s the publisher’s freedom to publish or not, right?” Aoyama shook his head.After all, it is a child, and I don't know anything. "It has to be serialized, that would be very rude to the writer." "Excuse me? Is that so?"

"Yes. The writers were told to do the serialization, and they started writing based on that. So of course they would be angry if it wasn't serialized, and they would say, 'Why did I set a delivery date if I knew this was the case'." "Why are you angry? It's just a draft anyway. I think it's best for a writer not to make this kind of thing public. Since you're paid for the manuscript, you shouldn't complain. It's also ridiculous to ask for no delivery date. Let’s just call it the delivery date. Writers are the manufacturing industry, and it’s only natural to observe the delivery date.”

"This, it can't be done like this." "Why? You said it was rude to the writer not to publish a serial, but don't you think it's rude to the reader to publish something like that?" The words of the boy wearing glasses pierced Qingshan's chest like a sharp knife. "This..." He couldn't continue after two words came out.Disrespect to the reader - he was right. "Mr. Qingshan," Kanda's son uttered a stern voice, "a few days ago, I accidentally saw my father's email. The main idea of ​​the email content is: "The Novel Moxibustion" is not selling well, and he is very worried. He has held meetings for several days, I was exhausted. It was hard for me to understand at first, but after listening to the words just now, I understood. "Novel Moxibustion" is not published for readers but for authors. It is normal that such stuff cannot be sold. This Such troubles are meaningless. It is a pity that my father should do this kind of work!"

"sad?" "Yeah, don't you feel ashamed?" It was the slightly mature female junior high school student who spoke. "shame?" "I think that since I have received money to provide it to readers, it must be a work that can be called a finished product with confidence. When I make a separate book, I will rewrite it. If there are people who have read the serialization, what should they do? Are they buying the booklet again? Isn’t that a scam?” "Scam?" A thread in Aoyama's brain was instantly broken, and the junior high school students continued to attack.They say it's because of this half-commodity that books don't sell, that publishing dies down, and so on, it's amazing.Who pleases to waste paper and labor on things that no one will read?It's just a waste of resources.To put it more harshly, it would be better to just leave the pages of the serialized novels blank, so that at least it can be used as a draft paper to take notes...

"It's so noisy!" Qing Shan knocked on the table with both hands and stood up, "You guys are full of nonsense!" The boy wearing glasses widened his eyes, and the other junior high school students also opened their mouths in surprise. Qing Shan looked at them and continued: "We know it all! We know we're doing weird things too. But there's nothing you can do about it. Those writers wouldn't write without it! Those guys wouldn't write without this format!" Please, sir Please make sure you finish it by the due date.' You have no idea how many times we had to get on our knees to get the manuscript. Delivery date? Do you think they'll take it seriously? They became writers because they couldn't do ordinary jobs! Those guys are no different from children. They won't do their summer homework until August 31st. They behave like elementary school students. No, there are worse guys than this , completely disregarding the due date, playing prestige, and lowering the quality of the manuscript. No one reads serial novels and the like? Yes, you are right. The writers know this. They also know Fiction magazines are losing a lot of money. They will never become a commodity, and they know it well. Even so, they still pretend to be ignorant and come to grab the manuscript fee openly. Even if the original manuscript is so painstakingly obtained, it is just what you just said. The level of drafts mentioned. Needless to say, there are typos and omissions all over the page, and it is not uncommon to have self-contradictions and unreasonable places. "Teacher, this character died last time." This situation abounds. The author's answer to this was 'Oh, is that so? I'll edit it when I make the booklet'. If I didn't give up and pleaded, 'This is not possible, please edit it', he became angry and threw out a sentence.' If it's so troublesome, I won't cooperate with your publisher in the future'. Those guys often say this. We have no choice but to try our best to revise the poor manuscript of that draft level to How readable. We don’t want to sell defective merchandise either! So desperately trying to wipe the ass of those writers. How is it pointless to do this? How is it a scam? If you want to complain, give me a try! Be a novel Try magazine editors! If you can deal with those bastard writers, let me learn from you!"

After roaring towards the ceiling, Aoyama immediately woke up.He recalled every word he had just said, and was afraid.What nonsense have I been talking about! He looked at the junior high school students with trepidation.Everyone stay where they are. Then Aoyama turned his gaze to the surroundings.All the people staying on this floor stared at him.The book editors who had gone out just now did not know when they would come back. A person came slowly over, it was Kanda, his eyes were red.Aoyama was restless and had to revise what he had just said, but he couldn't say a word.Why don't you apologize first...

Kanda stopped in front of Aoyama, staring at him intently.Aoyama wanted to say "I'm sorry".But before he could speak, Kanda stretched out his hands and grabbed his hand tightly. "Hey?" Aoyama stared at Kanda's face.Suddenly, a line of hot tears overflowed from the boss's eyes and slid down his cheeks. At this moment, Kanda's son called "Daddy" and stood up. "I didn't know my father's job was so cruel. I'm sorry." "Hmm..." Kanda turned to his son.The father and son looked at each other for a moment and hugged each other tightly.

The boy wearing glasses, the small junior high school student, and the two girls also stood up. "Mr. Aoyama," said the boy wearing glasses, "Your reply is great, and we are deeply moved. We misunderstood the novel magazine, so you have been fighting desperately. We take back those frivolous remarks. Please continue in the future effort!" Qing Shan was speechless for a while, perhaps it would be more appropriate to say that he was at a loss. At this time, I don't know who was the first to clap their hands.Then all the staff stood up and gave Qingshan warm applause for a long time.