Feng Xiaogang smiled with two big teeth, "Thank you so much!"

As the car turned onto Sanlihe Road, Feng Xiaogang was at a loss for words and said, "It's a coincidence that the more I talk about it, our house is only a few steps away from Mr. Wan's house."

Everyone in Yanjing City knew that Lin Weimin was Mr. Wan's disciple.

The high-rise building in Muxidi where he lives is just across Fuxingmenwai Street from Sanlihe District 3.

"Haha, it's quite fate."

The car quickly stopped at the entrance of the Academy of Sciences. Behind the Academy of Sciences is Sanlihe District 3.

Feng Xiaogang got out of the car, crouched and said to Lin Weimin through the car window: "Mr. Lin, it's a great honor to meet you today. Thank you for sending me back."

"Don't be polite, you also said that we are destined to meet each other!"

"Yes, I'm so happy to meet you today. I really looked up and saw the Big Dipper!"

Feng Xiaogang repeated what he just said, just because he had nothing to say.

"That's it, see you again when we have the chance."

Lin Weimin waved his hand towards Feng Xiaogang, and the crown whizzed away.

Feng Xiaogang was left standing there, looking at the taillights of the Crown in a daze.

"Great writers are just different!" Feng Xiaogang murmured to himself.

What Feng Xiaogang said was not a lie. For him, who was unemployed at home, Lin Weimin was really like the Big Dipper in the sky, a figure that could only be seen but not reached.

He talked incessantly in the car just because he wanted to build relationships with others. It was a pity that this Teacher Lin was so kind and amiable, but deep down he probably still didn't think highly of himself.

The moment he stood under the car, Feng Xiaogang had the urge to ask Teacher Lin if he could help him find a job.

But his reason and self-esteem allowed him to restrain this impulse. They had only known each other for less than half an hour, and they were not relatives but friends. He asked someone to find a job. Not mentioning Teacher Lin's feelings, Feng Xiaogang himself felt like he was laughing and laughing.

He looked up at the sky. The Big Dipper was still hanging there, out of sight and out of reach.

August flew by, and Cheng's "Tree King" was published in the September issue of "Contemporary".

There was "The King of Chess" before him and "The King of Trees" after him. The mature style and quality are in the same line, making Cheng the favorite of countless readers.

Influenced by "The King of Trees", the sales momentum of this issue of "Contemporary" has been extremely rapid since its launch.

With two consecutive short stories, Cheng became famous in the literary world.

At the same time, "Contemporary" has been praised by readers for its "unique discernment" because it published Acheng's works in two consecutive issues, and it was able to discover and promote Acheng, a literary genius, among the vast number of submissions.

Comrade Lao Meng looked at the letters from readers and his mouth twitched crazily. Lin Weimin said helplessly: "Don't bear it anymore, it's so hard!"

Meng Weizai glared at Lin Weimin, and finally laughed.

"Okay! Great! For the people, you have trained another outstanding writer for our "Contemporary"."

Lin Weimin said: "I didn't train him. He is such a talented person!"

"Oh? I've never heard anyone speak so highly of you."

"Seek truth from facts. You'll know when you meet him next time."

"Hearing what you said, I'm really looking forward to it."

Meng Weizai put several letters from readers back on the table and said to Lin Weimin: "I'll go to the front building when I have time. I said I want to ask you to research the publication of "The Thief of Officials"."

It's been half a year since "The Thief of Officials" was published, and the publisher finally thought of publishing it.

Lin Weimin went to the front building. Actually, there was nothing to talk about. He never worried about selling his novels when they were published. The only difference was whether the first printing quantity had to be more conservative.

Among all his published novels, the best-selling novel is "Farewell My Concubine". The total sales volume has exceeded 3.5 million. The royalties from additional printings every year can bring Lin Weimin a lot of money.

Nearly ten thousand yuan.

In the past two years, the Chinese Literature Society has paid Lin Weimin tens of thousands of yuan in royalties for printing and reprinting each novel.

This figure is certainly a drop in the bucket for Lin Weimin's overseas royalties for publishing his novels, but in today's domestic literary world, Lin Weimin's royalties are unique, far behind all his peers.

Speaking of manuscript fees, prices are now fluctuating, and the standards for manuscript fees are also showing signs of loosening. The maximum standard for manuscript fees for many publications is twenty yuan per thousand words. Lin Weimin also has to fight for his own rights.

According to the subscription volume reported by bookstores and post offices in various places, the first printing quantity set by the publisher for "The Thief of Officials" is still 500,000 copies. This number is a ceiling in the current domestic publishing industry.

It’s not that Lin Weimin’s novels can’t possibly sell more than half a million copies, but more than that is unnecessary.

There is a cycle in book sales, and it will take three months to sell 500,000 copies no matter how fast it is sold.

If the first printing quantity is too large, it will occupy too much funds and prevent the risk of unsaleable products.

After receiving a few words from Mrs. Wei, Lin Weimin raised the basic publishing fee to 25 yuan per 1,000 words, and this time the fee for the printing reached 75 yuan per 1,000 words, bringing the total to 100 yuan per 1,000 words.

In 1984, this figure was a sky-high price for the domestic publishing industry.

But in fact, based on the price of one yuan per book, half a million books means sales of half a million yuan. The total number of words in "The Thief of Officials" is just over 200,000 yuan, and the standard royalties are 100 yuan for 1,000 words.

, the entire manuscript fee is only 20,000 yuan.

If calculated using the royalty calculation method, the remuneration paid to Lin Weimin by the Chinese Literature Society is actually only equivalent to 4% of the royalties.

Lin Weimin left the editor's office and sighed slightly.

If we writers want to live a life of wealth and freedom through writing, we have a long way to go!
Chapter completed!