Chapter 11 Chapter nine

At the exit of the station, I saw a tall woman holding a sign with my name on it.She insisted on taking the simple luggage and walked to the taxi stand.After about 40 minutes, I arrived at Hu Meng's company near Guancheng Garden, North Third Ring Middle Road.It is indeed a high-end residence, which stands out from the surrounding bungalows and busy construction sites.I met Hu Meng and others in the restaurant.Hu Meng is tall and thin, with a neat suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He doesn't look like a romantic poet, but rather like a returnee elite or something.I greeted his outstretched hand: "Young commander!"

"It's funny. Those grandchildren judge people by their appearance, and my brother has to disguise himself. It's quite uncomfortable." He complained, and he always smiled when he spoke. Yu Jianghu's business card is the vice chairman and executive president of "Beijing Bohemian Culture Co., Ltd."This man has a cut head, is strong, speaks lukewarmly, and is a bit arrogant, just like a Japanese young and Dangerous boy.There are also two women, Qi Yun, the office secretary, and Wu Lili, who doesn't have a business card, who are said to be Hu Meng's personal assistants. Judging from their intimate relationship, they are more like personal nurses.Xu Jia, who came to pick me up, is from the official to the administrative director.Hu Meng insisted on raising my glass and chopsticks, so I had two drinks with them symbolically.Hu Meng was in high spirits: "Oh my god, our team is here."

"If I don't pay attention, I will become a veteran." I laughed, and Hu Meng laughed: "That's right, three strong men and three beauties, so it's still invincible?" "What are you talking about? Do you look like a boss? You're a Confucian businessman." Yu Jianghu teased him, and Hu Meng smiled sarcastically: "If you want to pretend to force us to go out and pretend, we are all Bohemians here." Bohemia, the name is quite to my liking.After the meal, Hu Meng was signing the bill, and the waiter cautiously said that the previous few orders hadn't been settled yet.Hu Meng said carelessly: "Didn't we agree on the monthly settlement? We're upstairs here. Tell the manager to come over."

The girl came back and apologized.Hu Meng forgave her ignorance, put on a black windbreaker smartly, and joked with the waiter: "You look at my outfit and don't feel relieved? If you want to lie, you will lie to the government. How much is a restaurant worth?" The innocent girl forced a smile to see off the guests.Talking and laughing, I took the elevator to the 31st floor. Once I entered the room, it was warm and my vision suddenly opened up.Three bedrooms, two living rooms, one kitchen and two bathroom suites, newly renovated, wooden floors, large chandeliers.There was a picture frame hanging on the snow-white wall. Inside the frame was not a photo, but a large-page interview with Hu Meng by that big newspaper.The two small rooms are the offices of Hu Meng and Yu Jianghu, with simple but stylish glue board and aluminum alloy glass office equipment.Several new desks in the large living room, each with an extension phone and several file folders.In addition to the telephone and fax, the big table has the only computer in the company, which is as old as a piece of smoked bacon, which is extremely incongruous with the surroundings, and it has a dial-up Internet connection.Sitting in front of the computer, Hu Meng dialed the number and said, "I'm here to read your masterpiece. After I'm busy with this period, I will buy more computers, one for each person."

Xu Jia timidly said, "Mr. Hu, can the company provide a notebook? It's convenient for going out." "Of course, if you want to match it, you have to have one." Hu Meng said, "We still have to buy a car. It's a pity that neither I nor Mr. Yu have a driver's license." I accosted: "I have it. I have it for three years, so you don't need to hire another driver." "Very well," said Humon. "Then shall I still learn to drive?" Wu Lili muttered. "You can learn from you. Teacher Ge drives for the company, who will drive for me?" Hu Meng said until Wu Lili laughed.

I was assigned to work with two women at the table by the window.Hu Meng then ordered Xu Jia to deal with my business card.I wanted to talk to Hu Meng about the labor contract, but I didn’t want to open it. After all, he is a big-tailed wolf who is very popular in the cultural circle recently. After all, we are “doing big things”, so if we leave him with the impression of a small peasant, the loss outweighs the gain; besides , I was counting on him to get my book out and make a fortune. The business card and mobile phone card were delivered quickly, and the printed calligraphy on the business card was very attractive.That night, Yu Jianghu and I stayed in the office.He explained that the company had rented an apartment, but Hu Meng's mother and his girlfriend, namely Wu Lili, came at the same time.This room is more than ten square meters. In addition to the steel wire bed, there is also a foldable sofa bed.I comfy in the big tub of this upscale condo and take a dip.Yu Jianghu is one year younger than me, looks like a man of the city, and is evasive about what I say.I wanted to talk about my work, but he said we can talk about it tomorrow, and fell asleep.

I waited half a day the next day and didn't see the job arrangement.Hu Meng didn't come, Yu Jianghu saw me and smiled politely: "When I finish writing this manuscript, you can polish it." With nothing to do, I dialed up the Internet, the manuscript has been serialized, readers' comments are piling up, and there are thousands of e-mails.One of the Shanghai girls in New York still recognized me as my brother, and a group of booksellers wanted me to contact them.Read and selectively reply to some, pleasing to the eye.When Yu Jianghu gave me the manuscript, he said: "Mr. Hu is very popular recently, so let's add fuel to his fire."

I pretended to be smart: "I understand, this is called advertorials, talking about other things, and stealing customers' wallets. I don't pay for advertising, but it works better than advertising. I have done this dirty work." Yu Jianghu was stunned, and rarely laughed: "Why don't I find you!" "Okay, you just talk about it, write Mr. Hu as a once-in-a-hundred-year talent, or a once-in-five-hundred-year talent? I have a bottom line in my heart." "Come on! Bill Gates and Buffett are only once-in-a-hundred-year talents, and Newton and Einstein are only once-in-five-hundred-year talents. If they are awesome, who will sew them? Once in ten years, they can't It's over." Yu Jianghu added, "I wrote a thick line with a thousand words, you, just make a reasonable fiction, seven or eight thousand words."

The manuscript was written in the tone of a brother and brother who knew Hu Meng thoroughly, describing how Hu Meng was sublimated from a bohemian bohemian to a Confucian businessman who embraced ideals and was down-to-earth.Ridiculous and implicit praise.My job is to hide the overly subjective intentions that are often revealed, go around, wrap around, and tuck them in, occasionally revealing the majestic, and once exposed, it becomes hideous. After handing over the manuscript, Yu Jianghu and Hu Meng laughed out loud.Wu Lili looked at Hu Meng adoringly, just like starving Africans looking at steaming sweet potatoes.

The conference room of a provincial office in Beijing was packed.Disguised and well-dressed Hu Meng and Yu Jianghu sat in the center of the rostrum, and Xu Jia and I also sat on the side.Banner: "Joint Press Conference of Beijing Bohemian Culture Co., Ltd. and American Apollo Company".Xu Jia chaired the meeting and introduced several people.Regarding me, she just said that I am a new strategic figure. The first person to ask a question was a reporter from a cultural newspaper: "Mr. Hu, please talk about the production process of this manuscript, its main content, and the negotiation process with the US side."

Hu Meng smiled slightly, pulled the microphone in front of him, said twice, and said: "The media has described it in detail, so I don't need to waste time. In short, this is a movie similar to the greatest futuristic Toffler's "The Third Wave" works, cutting-edge, futuristic category, it will profoundly change people's lives." The second science reporter: "Great works like "The Third Wave" were all born in the West. As a developing country, China has almost no cutting-edge technologies or theories. Is it possible for such a great work to be born?" Hu Meng thought for a while, and said jokingly: "It seems that this reporter friend is still not very confident in the motherland. China is indeed developing as a whole, but we also have cutting-edge things. Our satellites can also go to the sky. Our traditional Chinese medicine, martial arts, food culture, Confucianism—” Yu Jianghu interjected: "There are also Fengshui and room art." While the audience laughed, Hu Meng said triumphantly: "That's right - aren't these all the top ones? It is inconvenient to disclose the content now, but it must lead the international trend." Qi Yun and Wu Lili started to applaud, and Yu Jianghu motioned to Xu Jia and me, and we also pretended to rub our palms together, and there were very few people in the hall.Another reporter asked: "Mr. Hu, the banner says a joint press conference between Chinese and American companies. The amount of copyright transfer this time has set a record. Why is there no American representative?" Hu Meng said calmly: "Please ask Mr. Yu Jianghu, the vice president of our company, to answer this question." Yu Jianghu coughed lightly, and said unhurriedly: "The reason why no one from the US side came today is because it is completely unnecessary, because Mr. Hu is not only the curator of the work, but also the agent of the Chinese authors. Copyright agent. As a scientific researcher, the author is involved in a large amount of copyright fees, so he resolutely keeps a low profile, and we have no reason to disrespect them." There was a commotion in the audience.An old editor stood up: "I came here today with a learning attitude. Excuse me, Mr. Hu, you are the agent of both China and the United States, that is, you talk to yourself. I have been publishing for decades. This model seems to be I haven't seen it yet." Hu Meng chuckled and said succinctly, "It's a new thing." The editor then asked: "Mr. Hu Meng, can you tell me about a new law, I will also learn from it." Hu Meng touched his tie, cleared his throat, and said, "This matter is also dramatic. I originally wanted to sell the copyright abroad, but they gave me the domestic market. That is to say, once the contract is signed, the foreign market It has nothing to do with me, I only talk to domestic publishers as their agent." Everyone seemed to have taken a bath in the paste and became dizzy.After a while, a reporter asked, "Does the 1.2 million dollars include the author's royalties?" Hu Meng: "Not included. They get their manuscript fee, that is, royalties, and I get my agency fee." Greater agitation, mixed with boos.The two young marshals whispered to each other, Xu Jia maintained the same affinity as Mona Lisa, and I managed to smile better than cry.A reporter from a major newspaper challenged: "Mr. Hu, can you introduce the situation of the American Apollo company? Apollo is always reminiscent of the American aerospace industry. I checked online, and it seems that there is no publishing business." Hu Meng grinned as usual: "This company is not a publishing company, but an investment company. What is an investment company, you invest whatever money you get, and dare to spend a lot of money. Isn't it popular to burn money now? There are a lot of venture capitalists, and once they burn money, they can spend a lot of money." Tens of millions. I think it may be because they have taken a fancy to the market potential of this book." A financial reporter asked to show the contract signed with the US.Hu Meng seriously took out a few bound photocopied English thin papers from his exquisite leather bag, and waved them to the audience for a few times. People rushed to them, and Hu Meng took them back before they could take a closer look.When a reporter asked to take a photo, Hu Meng smiled and asked, "This is a trade secret. Do you still ask to see the check?" The reporter put on a shy face and persevered: "Let's open our eyes, it's good." Hu Meng is like a child who has been wronged: "They give me money, and I want to issue an invoice,—are the invoices just for people to see?" In my haste, I saw the need for wisdom: "Women don't care about their age and men don't care about their income. This is the rule all over the world." Yu Jianghu nodded to me approvingly, and added: "We understand the mood of the media, but the media can't go to other people's wallets to expose it. What if you have an undercover agent from the tax bureau?" There was a lot of laughter, Xu Jiaqiang forced a smile, and I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles.Another publisher criticized: "According to my years of experience, the copyrights of social science books in China are rarely sold and bought back. Even if they are bought back, a book of 200,000 words is only one or two thousand dollars." The Third Wave" and later (Note: The famous futurology book, author Negroponte (Negroponte, 1943~), a famous American futurist, professor of MIT and founder of the media laboratory.) are all illustrious Famous, it was only a few million yuan when it was introduced, which is already a sky-high price. Every year, the Press and Publication Administration leads a delegation to attend the Frankfurt International Book Fair in Germany, and the entire copyright turnover is only two to three hundred thousand US dollars. The copyright transfer fee for a single Chinese copy is as high as 120 million dollars, equivalent to several book fairs! Not in my memory, where is your confidence in this book?" The audience was silent.Hu Meng blushed a little, and tried to be calm: "This book is really different. I think it's a game and a dream." The audience roared with laughter and whispered to each other.Hu Meng stood up and said convincingly: "Please don't forget, this book is distributed globally. At the beginning, the quotation from the US side was only a mere $100,000 because we only provided the outline. After providing more content, they changed their minds. , because they were conquered by the content, let us quote a price, how would I know, I said that one hundred thousand dollars is only equivalent to the Chinese market. Even if the price is 25 yuan, the profit is 15%, and the distribution of 30 Ten thousand copies came back, which is a conservative estimate. So I kicked the ball back, and they came up with a round number, and we added 200,000. From the perspective of the global market, a book invested more than one million Dollars are nothing." Yu Jianghu filled in the gaps: "General Electric President Welch's memoirs sold more than seven million dollars in North America alone. Hillary's memoirs, before writing a word, paid eight million dollars in advance." A reporter was unyielding: "It seems that it is not so easy for a book with a popular science nature to sell 300,000 copies. The two bosses seem to be very optimistic. Everyone mentioned are well-known authors in the world. The author of your book Even if he is a leading figure in the domestic science and technology industry, can he stand shoulder to shoulder with them? From your tone, he is very low-key, will this book use a pseudonym?" "Let me correct it first, this book is not a popular science book, nor is it a science fiction novel, but a—how should I put it, a book that is not easy to classify. It is a bit futuristic, predicting all possibilities under high technology. Hu Meng said convincingly, "Our confidence comes from the content, and even foreigners have been conquered. In addition, as for the authors, they are cutting-edge scientific and technological workers, not necessarily masters, but several authors. We will use pseudonyms, or in every Take one word from the names of two authors to form a joint name." A reporter asked: "Excuse me, is the book finished? Has the title been chosen?" Hu Meng gestured to Yu Jianghu, and Yu said: "Now it is in the final review stage, and the name is also in the final preparation - the delivery room has passed the good news, is it not easy to choose a name?" A foreign reporter stationed in Beijing asked, "Will this book be published in Beijing or in other places?" Hu Meng chuckled: "Where is the publishing house not a publishing house? All the visitors are customers." The reporter asked knowingly: "Whoever gives the conditions to whom?" Hu Meng pointed at her and said with a smile: "The question that the beauty asked is not as cute as you look." Amidst the laughter, a thin and pale female reporter stood up, speaking Mandarin with a sweet Cantonese accent, "I am Fei Fei, a Beijing-based reporter for Hong Kong "Tomorrow News". Please tell me, what are the considerations for the overseas Chinese copyright of this book?" Hu Meng said, "Not yet. As I said, all the visitors are guests." A reporter asked about the date of publication, and the poet Hu Meng showed his true colors: "Winter is over, can spring be far behind?" Finally a reporter asked me: "Mr. Ge, did you also participate in the planning of this book? Do you have any new plans?" I quickly waved my hands: "I've only been here for a few days, at most I can participate in the proofreading. Who knows what will happen in the future, I hope there will be a good topic. Who doesn't want to be knocked out by money?" Hu Meng and Yu Jianghu looked at me with satisfaction.The Hong Kong female reporter in Beijing asked with admiration: "Mr. Hu, what new plans do you have after this big effort? Do you want to continue publishing, or do you have another blueprint?" Hu Meng is full of ambition: "Anything is possible. I am a multi-dwelling animal. I may continue to publish or enter the entertainment industry. My friends say that I have a physical body and sharp eyes. I can be considered a handsome man." The female reporter said "Wow" and applauded, causing a lot of responses.Hu Meng, who was full of spring breeze, interrupted the applause, and he was very poetic: "There is another possibility, to hide in a small seaside village, facing the sea, where the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, I will make a bubble—" My heart tightened, thank God, Hu Meng There was a mid-air spin, "I—I'll take a nap." The audience giggled, and Wu Lili, Qi Yun and others let out a few artificial screams, like a little girl in a remote mountainous area seeing a "Spring Festival Gala" star.Hu Meng glanced at Yu Jianghu, and Yu announced the end of the press conference, asking the reporter friends to stay. The idlers and others left the venue one after another, and I was also relieved.Xu Jia and Qi Yun gave each reporter a small red envelope and a press release.The large manuscript I processed was given to a very influential journal.The Hong Kong "Tomorrow News" reporter in Beijing took a taxi with the people in the company and rushed to the downstairs of the company for dinner.When Yu Jianghu introduced this lady named Zhao Ling as my new colleague, I was at a loss: "Aren't you a Hong Kong newspaper reporter in Beijing?" Zhao Ling chuckled: "Do you think I look like me?" I looked at Hu Meng and Yu Jianghu, they were noncommittal.Hu Meng chuckled: "From now on, she has returned." I still had nothing to do, chatted with a few girls every day, and there was a chatty older young girl named Zhao Ling, an old classmate of Hu Meng and Yu Jianghu.She stayed overnight at the company, and Yu Jianghu and I took the bus to an old-fashioned house in Erlizhuang after get off work. Hu Meng and Wu Lili moved away, and Yu's mother followed.His mother lives in one room, and Yu Jianghu and I live in one room.No bed, on the floor, weak heating, thin mattresses, cold air on the concrete floor penetrates directly into the skin, I have to sleep with clothes on, but the unpleasant smell of the bedding still hits me, compared to the office, it is nothing like cloud . I cook with Yu's mother, usually Yu Jianghu's mother and son, Hu Meng's mother and son, Wu Lili, and that Zhao Ling, sometimes only Yu Jianghu's mother and son and me.With more contact with Yu Jianghu and becoming friends day by day, it is inevitable to utter a few truths.When I was playing the floor shop once, I joked with words: "This multi-millionaire is too simple." He laughed loudly: "Haha, that's all about looking at flowers in the fog and looking at the moon in the water." I pretended to be surprised: "Isn't it all in the account? It's all real money." Yu's mother smiled wryly: "Is it the account? I'll be thankful if a penny arrives in the account. We paid for the rent, water, electricity, daily necessities, rice, oil and salt, what a waste." Yu Jianghu stopped her: "Don't worry about it." Yu's mother complained: "Why, why can't I say it?" I said, "Boss Hu is acting too well in this scene, isn't he? To make a 'Great Leap Forward' and bring Americans in to practice." Yu Jianghu shook his head: "I told him that he wouldn't listen, that one or two million would be enough, and he would ask for ten million. The satellite is too high. It has left the earth's orbit and cannot be retrieved." "Is Mr. Hu not particularly sensitive to numbers like Mr. Mu who put satellites indiscriminately and put himself in jail?" I asked. "hehe." "But he looks very attractive, a successful man, young handsome." "Donkey Shidan has a good face, his biggest asset is his two outfits." Yu Jianghu sneered, "It's okay for him to be an emotional liar, targeting middle-aged women in small counties." "Just build up your reputation." I said, "But——, you're not bad as a supporting role." Yu Jianghu was a little displeased: "I'm just an idiot, and I was buried with him." Yu's mother interrupted: "Why is he showing off the limelight and you are buried with him, and you still lose money, hurry up and break up!" "Oh my god, that's called showing off? Drive the ducks to the shelves." Yu Jianghu smiled sarcastically, "It's certain that the partnership will be broken up, and it will happen sooner or later. The general trend of the world, the long-term unity must be divided, and the long-term unity must be united." I asked Yu Jianghu: "What's going on in the ins and outs of this matter?" Yu Jianghu enlightened me: "You already know a lot, and it's meaningless to say it. Hype." Mother Yu suddenly changed the subject: "Xiao Ge doesn't have a girlfriend yet, does he?" I said, "My surname is Ge, and I am the fifth eldest." She sighed: "It's the same in Jianghu, what's wrong with young people nowadays. In our era, it was troublesome if you didn't find a partner in your twenties." I laughed: "The times are different, besides, I am older than Yu Jianghu." Yu Jianghu said: "How about introducing Zhao Ling to you? You seem to be okay, a leftover man and a leftover woman, both of whom can make a fuss, and are sure to be able to chat. She has a good impression of you." I had the same conditioned reflex: "How can I be worthy of her, she is a Beijing-based reporter for a major Hong Kong newspaper." "Don't talk about it." Yu Jianghu said with a sad face, "It's all Hu Meng's bad idea." All the media questioned the sky-high price of the book, and calls from various quarters requesting an interview with Hu Meng poured in, which made him feel distraught and restless, so he simply adopted the ostrich policy.What's worse is that some publishers or booksellers who were originally very interested in this book suddenly got cold feet.I peeked at some of the reports, and I knew the scene had gone botched without a doubt.But the curtain has already opened, so you have to bite the bullet and continue acting.One day, two young students came, wearing glasses and schoolbags, nodding and bowing.At first glance, it looks like a defective product cast by the educational machinery of the Porcelain Country.Sure enough, it was the shooter of this sky-high price book, who sent the manuscript.Humon asked me to review and revise.I took the manuscript carefully, and after reading a few pages, I couldn't read it anymore.This book has neither the theory of futurology nor the writing style of science fiction. It is piled up with a pile of hard materials.I would rather go to the street to repair broken shoes than change this broken manuscript.Yu Jianghu said with a sad face: "A dead horse should be a living horse doctor. Eighty percent of the people in this world are doing jobs that they don't like very much. Do you think I am comfortable?" When he sent me out, he told me that it was enough for a few high-level officials to know about it.While revising this high-priced manuscript that is like chewing wax, I think about my own manuscript all the time.I asked Hu Meng, and as usual he smiled and said that I am going all out to run this project now, I am too busy, and I will start my book immediately.Revising this manuscript is tortured to the extent that TMD is like planting rice seedlings on dry land.The only good thing is that I am more and more proficient in using computers, and I started to write and revise manuscripts on computers.This "Ben 2" old cow kept breaking down like a broken car, and finally it was completely paralyzed, unable to do anything, Hu Meng laughed and scolded Jianghu: "Look at your broken computer." Yu Jianghu choked him with one sentence: "You buy one." Hu Meng said nonchalantly that someone with computer knowledge would come to repair it, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.Since it was my computer that had the problem, I seem to have to take responsibility for it.I want to find Yang Tao who is suitable, he has good skills and lives nearby, so I want to know about his current situation casually.Yang Tao rushed to fix the computer in threes and fives. He joked that the computer should be dismantled and sold for parts.When I took him downstairs for dinner at my own expense, he said that this company is weird, there is only one computer, and it is broken like that, so let me be careful.I laughed and said, I just waited for the salary to walk.He asked me about the exam situation, and I said I wasn't leaving, and I couldn't.Which pot he does not open and which pot to mention: "I know, it must be a matter of logic." "Hehe. What about you?" "I just took the TOEFL test, and I don't know the score yet. I took the G test twice, and it's about 2,000. It's okay. I'm preparing other materials." "You are still young and promising, I am old, it doesn't matter anymore." I sighed. "Boss, how old are you? There are plenty of opportunities." He turned to ask, "Where is sister-in-law? Let her get you there first. It will be much easier to apply after you pass." "Don't mention it, I'm fucking rejected by her." I smiled wryly, and he pretended to be surprised: "It shouldn't be, boss." "Is this something worth showing off?" "Don't take it to heart, have you experienced any storms? There is no grass anywhere in the world..." Yang Tao comforted me and said, "However, talented women are scary enough, and they kill people without blinking an eye. I will definitely not look for talented women." "Anyone will get hit in the waist by something. My brother reminds you-be careful of your waist. Is your Yinyin a talented woman? Are you all right?" "She can't talk about it. Those who study science are much simpler. But, I won't be able to tell in the future." Yang Tao took the menu and passed it to me. While ordering, I said, "Chinese girls are very popular there, you have to be prepared." "I have heard about it, I don't care, I will definitely go back to China." "How about those brothers?" "It's been a long time since I've contacted you. However, the second brother, Fat Brother, is in Beijing. We had dinner at the end of last year. Do you want his phone number?" He fumbled in his pocket. "What's the idiot old cynic doing?" "He said he was playing, but the details are not clear. He said earlier that he would not go abroad." I continued to revise this high-priced book that caused a sensation in the publishing world, except for typos in grammar and French, I added a few rhetorical devices at every turn, and tried to make it softer.When it was revised a few days later, I breathed a sigh of relief.Everyone was doing nothing, except Hu Meng, who was like an ant on a hot pot, attacking everywhere, getting nothing, and reluctantly signed the contract after lowering the conditions again and again, and printed 20,000 copies. Only he and Apollo Company knew how many copies were actually printed. Chenge, Tianbao and others asked me to spare time to negotiate the contract.I urged Hu Meng, and he drew up an agreement, which made me dizzy with anger.The royalties are 5%, and the first printing of 5,000 copies is tantamount to forcing me to give up, and he himself is besieged on all sides. While Hu Meng was away, I went to see Chen Ge and Tian Bao.Chen Ge said that the problem with this book is not too big, and she is going to ask the ruffian to write the preface, and there will be an extra cost of tens of thousands of yuan, and asked if I would like to deduct it from the royalties.He said that if Master Pi wrote the preface, the print run would be at least 40,000 copies.Chen Ge said that Mr. Pi never wrote a preface for anyone, nor did he pay any money, and no one can guarantee it.try it.Chen Ge reminded me that Master Pi's preface is "National Food Coupons", and no one will bargain.I agreed.I paid a courtesy call to Dongyang, and she said that she looked it up online, and it seems that the readers agree, and there is no problem in changing it. I will talk to Chen Ge about the specific situation.When she heard that I was dealing with the sky-high price book, she advised me: "This method is too clumsy. I have never heard of it in publishing for most of my life. Don't get involved, or put your reputation on it." I smiled: "How can I have any reputation? I was tricked into boarding the boat, and I left after one month." Ren Yaping was very enthusiastic, saying that she had strengthened her confidence after seeing the online reactions.She explained that the editor's income is linked to the book, and if she loses money, she has to drink the northwest wind.While looking for a contract, she asked, "What do you think of novels?" I was startled: "This is a theoretical question, you and Tianbao are the professionals." She insisted that I talk.I thought about it, and said boldly: "I'm just kidding. I think novels are about those shady things, and readers are voyeurism." The two of them were taken aback, then laughed, and I hurriedly pulled the tiger skin as a banner: "Balzac said that the novel is the secret history of the soul of a nation." Tianbao said: "This is reliable." "It's the same, but it depends on who said it." Ren Yaping took out the contract, "Take it back and look at the terms, we mean 8% for royalties, 20,000 for the first printing, 9% for more than 20,000 copies, and more than 50,000 Ten percent." "When can I sign? Can it be next week?" I couldn't wait, and Ren Yaping was a little puzzled: "Have you talked with other agencies yet?" "There's nothing wrong with shopping around." I laughed. "Ha, it's getting hot now, but that's your right." Ren Yaping said, and looked online again, "The heat is still maintained, we'd better hurry up." "As soon as possible, as soon as possible, the iron must be fast, or the day lily will be cold." I echoed. With no salary and nowhere to stand, I rushed back to the "Bohemia" company and secretly searched for a house online.Hu Meng assigned me a new job.He took out a set of DVDs, which was the popular Hong Kong TV series "Genesis".He said: "See if we can spend some time on this TV series and write a book." Books are written, edited, or plagiarized, and I can't "make" a book, and I have no interest in it, saying: "I didn't watch an episode, and besides, this may have copyright issues Bar?" Hu Meng said boldly: "You finish the book first, and I'll talk to them after I'm done." I smiled: "Okay, I'll take a look first, and then sell it for 10 million." Everyone laughed, Hu Meng and Wu Lili also hummed. A week later, Chen Ge still hadn't finished the preface of Mr. Ruffian. Mr. Ruffian is not in a good condition recently, depressed, unwilling to see people, unwilling to write.I asked him if he would publish it if Mr. Pi didn’t write a preface. He pondered for a while and said that he would still study with Dongyang. They had never published a book with a print run of less than 30,000.I had to tell the whole story about Ren Yaping's situation. Chen Ge said that he had to give up, and said that he would continue to find a way to find the ruffian. Not a penny more.He also talked with Ren Yaping on the phone, and Ren Yaping agreed. Ren Yaping introduced me to a director, who invited me to eat at a nice restaurant outside, and signed the contract after returning.The conditions he gave were very generous, with royalties of 9% for the first printing of 20,000 copies, 10% for the first 20,000 copies, and 15% for the first printing of 50,000 copies.We also agreed verbally that if we get the preface from Master Pi, we will print 10,000 more copies.I finally breathed a sigh of relief. The rest of the work is to complete the revision of the manuscript within two months, computer typesetting, design the cover, send it to the printing factory, send it to the library, send it to the whole country, put it on the shelf, and I will wait for the money to be counted. .I stopped by to see Tianbao and showed him the contract privately. He was shocked: "Only Jin Yong can get 15% of the royalties, and the ruffian only gets 12%. This guy is just messing around." ! Let's see how he ends up." I asked shyly, "Why don't you think I have this strength?" He smiled: "I'm really looking forward to it, but the Tongtian Tower wasn't built in a day. Can a building be built on sand?" "Then I can't control that much. After the meal, the contract is signed. I will do what you like. Someone gave you a bamboo pole, so why not climb down?" Tianbao said in a low voice: "Brothers remind you in private, quickly correct the manuscript and let them typeset and send it to the press, that will be safe. A contract is a contract, it is a contract if it is executed, and it is a piece of paper if it is not executed." I thank you again and again.Then I went to Ren Yaping's office, and she took out a thick typed draft, flipped through it and said to me, "You can see how carefully the review was done, and you can change it according to my opinion." I nodded again and again, and had an idea: "Is it necessary for the website to send a publication message?" "Spending money?" "Probably not, let me ask." "It doesn't cost money." Excitedly, I took the contract and took the subway to the portal in the central business district.The news was released soon, and the online editor also showed me the click-through rate of the work from the background of the computer, and I was very satisfied.After thanking you again and again, I left the building.Feeling relaxed and happy, I walked on the beautiful Chang'an Avenue in spring, until the golden wind wheels at Jianguomen shook Wu Tongtong's figure.I saw a couple sitting on the stone bench we sat on, half lying and half sitting, as if they were our successors.My mood sank, and I sank into the "underground river". When I rushed back to the company, the two bosses were not there. Zhao Ling called me aside and asked me what I thought about the film and television drama.I said I haven't watched it yet, and she followed my advice: "Don't read it, Mr. Hu asked me to tell you in the morning—" "Stop talking." I interrupted, "Understood, I have fulfilled my historical mission." Zhao Ling smiled mischievously: "My historical mission is almost completed. Qi Yun has already left." "When will I open the way?" She smiled: "Look at what you said, arrange it yourself, and find a room first." I first log on to "Capital Online" - 263.com, and look for a co-renter in the flea market.I went downstairs again and bought a copy of "Hand in Hand", which is a newspaper with classified advertisements, ranging from investment promotion to agency license, from house rental and sales to second-hand goods transfer, from housekeeping recruitment to private detective, from agent From helping people get pregnant, from helping people get loans to helping people collect debts, from dating and making friends to matching pets, from midnight phone calls to emotional care...all kinds of things, there are all kinds of surprises, and they can be called Beijing drift guides. In the evening, Yu Jianghu said to me: "Go ahead, I still have some things I haven't clarified with him." I laughed at him: "Aren't you the second in charge? You have to open the way." He also laughed: "Who will drive who? If I drive him now, he will sleep on the street at night, don't you believe it?" I tried to find out about my salary, Yu Jianghu smiled wryly, and asked me to talk to Hu Meng, he was the one who asked me to come.When I went to find Hu Meng the next day, he was tilting his head with the microphone tucked around his neck, writing and drawing in his hands. At first glance, he looked like a boss of a multi-national company with a lot of work, but when he listened carefully, he was arguing about the debt.He hung up the phone in a hurry and said with a smile, "How are you doing recently? I heard you signed a contract?" I said, "No way, I've been waiting for you for so long." Hu Meng shrugged: "Didn't I want to sign with you?" I laughed: "It's a contract of sale." He also laughed: "Okay, just sign it, congratulations!" "Same joy, same joy." I smiled. He smiled mischievously, took out a beautiful wallet, and tremblingly took out a few banknotes for me.I took a look, five hundred yuan!I threw the money on the table: "What do you mean?" He was startled, lit a cigarette, took a long puff, let himself hide in the smoke, and said slowly: "You know, my project didn't work well, it's over, I'm going to change careers .” "It's none of my business." I was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, I just wanted to take the money and leave.Hu Meng spread his hands: "But you only did this little work." I'm speechless, I really didn't do anything.I paused and said plausibly, "It's not that I won't do it, but that I have nothing to do. Why don't you make arrangements for me?" Hu Meng said: "What you said is reasonable, but it is true that my project did not operate well. Let alone 10 million, I will send it to you even if it is 10,000. We people in the Northeast are big and not small. Qi Yun compared You came early, you only took so much, you have only been here for more than twenty days." "That's your responsibility, we agreed." Hu Meng was a little excited: "You heard it just now, there are a lot of arrears, and I am about to collapse." "It seems to have nothing to do with me." I said coldly. “确实跟你无关，我不正给你解释嘛。”胡蒙哭丧着脸，再次拿起钱夹子，翻开给我开，一脸无辜状，“我真的没钱了，你看，就几百块饭钱了，发票倒有一大堆。” “我这次来北京，根本就没带钱。”我不依不饶，“你那一千万到底拿去倒军火了还是存瑞士银行啦？” 他的脸红了一下，有些结巴：“嗨，哥们你就别讽刺我啦。” 他又叫二当家的，于江湖磨磨蹭蹭地过来，和颜悦色：“有话好好说，来日方长嘛。” 我气呼呼地说：“这叫啥事儿啊？传出去又是头条新闻。” 胡蒙突然像抢到一根救命稻草似的：“哥们，你吃饭、住宿都没要你钱，以前只说暂住，没说晚饭也管。我们还带你去了好几次酒吧，就差给你找小姐啦。” “又一条新闻。”我冷笑起来，“住宿和吃饭是于江湖的钱吧？” “于总和我是一回事。”胡蒙一愣，又扭头问于，“你说是不是？” 于江湖拍拍我的肩膀：“息怒哥们，我的就算啦。在北京都不容易，又不是多少钱，我的损失比你可大多了。但说实话，这一月你干的那些工作，按工钱还不够你上网的呢。我们是拨号不是包月，每小时好几块呢。” 胡蒙说：“咱以后还是朋友嘛，北京说大也大，说小也小，一个圈子，低头不见抬头见嘛。以后有困难，说不定你来找我，我来找你。” 看着他楚楚可怜的样子，我突然大笑：“你们TMD别说啦，再说——就把我说服啦。” 几个人发出波希米亚似式的纵情狂笑。