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Chapter 26 Come on and hurt each other

Chapter 26 Come on, let’s hurt each other

"The Death of Yura" has received praise from "Contemporary" editor Rong Shihui and editor-in-chief Qin Chaoyang. Publishing it is no longer a problem, but the specific situation depends on the typesetting to determine the final publication time.

On the other hand, the spy novel Lin Weimin sent to "Zhongshan" magazine also received a reply.

The letter was written by the editor Yu Zhaohuai, who was also the one who initially picked Lin Weimin out of many submissions. He later became Lin Weimin's editor-in-chief.

The content of the letter was very simple. After some review, the editorial department unanimously decided to publish Lin Weimin’s novella.

At the end of reading the letter, Lin Weimin couldn't help but smile on his face, because Yu Zhaohuai mentioned the royalties in the letter.

Lin Weimin's standard remuneration this time is 8 yuan per 1,000 words. The full text of his novella is more than 82,300 words, which is equivalent to 664 yuan.

In this day and age, an ordinary worker's salary can reach more than 40 yuan, which is considered a middle-to-high income. 664 yuan is equivalent to the salary of an ordinary worker for more than a year, which is a huge sum of money.

Lin Weimin was full of expectations for the "money bill will arrive in the near future" mentioned in Yu Zhaohuai's letter.

There is still a future as a writer!

After tasting the sweetness, Lin Weimin's mentality swayed again.

This thief, I had already planned to let you go, but you rushed to die, so you can't blame me.

"It is better for the people to have a good memory and have nothing wrong with it. A cheap meal, a smooth meal, and an open belly."

When someone shouted, several classmates from the boys' dormitory nearby came over curiously, and asked Lin Weimin to open the email in anticipation.

In 1953, the Government Affairs Council formulated the standards for payment of domestic royalties based on the Soviet Union's "l printing quota system" remuneration policy. That is: 60,000 to 180,000 yuan (old currency) per 1,000 words for manuscripts, and 4 yuan per 1,000 words for translations.

to 130,000 yuan (old currency).

Everyone suppressed their excited cheers and looked at Lin Weimin.

Shameless! Shameless!

Qu Xiaowei shouted at this time: "Comrades, be quiet, be quiet!"

Several young people in the class immediately echoed: "It's necessary, you have to express it."

Just when everyone was happy to kill Lin Weimin, Lin Weimin's eyes were fixed on Qu Xiaowei.

They all work in this business, and many people can see the word "Zhongshan" on the envelope at a glance.

Angry as hell, his little arms couldn't twist his thighs. Under the fierce public opinion, Lin Weimin still compromised.

Qu Xiaowei looked at Lin Weimin fiercely, and Lin Weimin pulled Qu Xiaowei over and whispered, "You kid, think you can run away?"

"That's right!" Others started to cheer and cheer.

"Hey, hey, I say, everyone, please be quiet, be quiet, and listen to what I have to say."

It was just after lunch at that time, Lin Weimin went to the gate of School D to collect the mail. When he came back, everyone saw the mail in his hand.

Everyone came forward to watch.

At the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the economy was poor and social prices were turbulent. A popular payment method at that time was to calculate royalties in real units.

"I think it's not satisfying to just have a meal at Biafang. I remember last time we punished Qu Xiaowei with a meal, but we still haven't implemented it. How about we take advantage of this opportunity and enjoy it all at once?"

"

After the buzz ended, the State Publishing Administration restored the remuneration system in 1977, stipulating that the remuneration system was 2 to 7 yuan per 1,000 words for manuscripts and 1 to 5 yuan for translations. In 1980, the State Publishing Administration slightly increased the remuneration system.

The basic royalties are reduced to 3 to 10 yuan per 1,000 words for manuscripts and 2 to 7 yuan per 1,000 words for translations.

After being reminded by him, everyone almost forgot about this matter, and suddenly became happy, "Yes, yes, Dong Laishun, I almost forgot."

The crowd shouted.

Lin Weimin opened the email in the eyes of everyone looking forward to it. He held the thin manuscript fee slip in his hand. Before he could see the handwriting on it clearly, Cheng Shixu snatched it away.

What Yu Zhaohuai said was very accurate. The next day after receiving the letter, Lin Weimin received the manuscript fee bill.

After that, the standard of royalties fell again and again, until during the buzz period, most publishing institutions across the country fell into a state of paralysis, and the units that could barely support their operations also automatically canceled royalties. At this point, our country entered a period that lasted for ten years.

The zero-remuneration period of the year.

"Not bad, it's eight yuan for a thousand words."

In the past two years, due to the policy restoration, the standard of royalties has changed greatly. Many people in the class have not experienced this year's changes in royalties, so they are naturally very curious about Lin Weimin's royalties.

By 1955, the People's Bank of China abolished the old currency and issued new currency (10,000 yuan in old currency was converted into one yuan in new currency). The remuneration system immediately changed to: 6 to 18 yuan per 1,000 words for manuscripts and 6 to 18 yuan per 1,000 words for translations.

4 to 13 yuan.

Lin Weimin was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. Damn it, I lent you the manuscript to read. Are you doing me a favor?

Speaking of why everyone is so excited, we have to start with our country’s royalties system.

Then in July 1958, the Ministry of Culture issued the first unified regulations on royalties. The regulations were called "Interim Regulations on Remuneration for Books on Literature and Social Sciences" and stipulated that the manuscripts were 4 to 15 yuan per 1,000 words.

, the translation fee is 3 to 10 yuan per 1,000 words.

He thought to himself that he was going to bleed anyway, so he might as well be generous and said, "Okay, on weekend nights, I'll treat everyone to a roast duck at Dianyifang!"

He waved his hands, suppressed everyone's voices, and then said: "I think that the publication of Weimin's novel is inseparable from everyone's help and support. Now that the royalties have been received, do we have to let this kid

To express?"

"Ouch~more than six hundred!" Cheng Shixu shouted.

"Zilong, this standard is the same as the article you published in "People's Literature"!"

If an article is published, if the remuneration is 6 yuan per thousand words, the publishing unit will use rice, coal, cloth and other physical objects to convert it into the remuneration you deserve, and pay you in kind instead of cash.

According to the price level at that time, the average monthly salary of an ordinary worker was only twenty or thirty yuan. Rice and pork were sold at a few cents per catty. However, the author's remuneration for his manuscripts could be earned per thousand words.

The manuscript fee is still relatively high, ranging from 6 to 18 yuan.

Qu Xiaowei said very bachelorly: "Yes, I didn't help you with anything. But you can't erase everyone's contribution, have you forgotten? Who lit the lamp and burned the oil to proofread the manuscript for you? And who gave it to you?

Valuable revision comments? It’s everyone!”

Lin Weimin turned his back and scolded Qu Xiaowei, "I'll beat you to death, you're a turtle grandson, why did you help me?"

More than a month ago, Jiang Zilong's new work "The Biography of Director Qiao" was published in the second issue of "People's Literature", and the standard manuscript fee was also 8 yuan.

When I asked Lin Weimin, it turned out that the manuscript had been adopted and the manuscript fee slip had been sent.

Qu Xiaowei was angry and helpless, a little regretful of his garrulousness just now.

Lin Weimin looked at his expression with a satisfied smile, but no one knew.

His heart is bleeding.

Come on, let’s hurt each other!
Chapter completed!
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