Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 502 Create an Utopia for Literati
"He Ping, if I understand correctly, you don't earn any money for this "Vegetable Garden" magazine, but you still pay these writers for their manuscripts?" Li Feng asked with concern.

He Ping asked back: "Do you think I won't pay for the writer's village?"

"Should I pay... money?" Li Feng hesitated.

"So, the important thing is not to make money, but to find a way to make this matter ideal, so that it is possible to make money."

"You've been talking for a long time, but I don't understand what you do to make money, relying on the Bookstore?" Li Tuo asked.

"The book city is only used slowly. Her main function is to promote the reading atmosphere and add a layer of literary color to the writer's village."

"Then how do you make money?"

"Didn't I say that? I have a publishing house!" He Ping replied.

Brother Zhenkai, who was thinking hard, finally understood, and he said first: "Are you for the copyright of these writers' future works?"

He Ping nodded, "That's right. My requirements are not high. Whether it's manuscript fees or copyright royalties, I won't be short of a penny. I just want a priority. If you want to publish a book, the first choice is mine. The publishing house is enough."

Brother Zhenkai then thought about it and felt wrong, "The publishing house has made a lot of money in the past two years, but it seems that there is no need for you to create such a big scene by mobilizing teachers and people? Even if there is no writer's village, you can still go to these writers. Let’s talk about the issue of publication, my friends!”

Brother Zhenkai has indeed matured a lot in thought after several years of training.

"Of course it's not enough to just have book publishing rights. You all know that I'm working on a film and television studio and TV series recently. All works from the writer's village are likely to be filmed, just like those works that were adapted before me. Not only that, Pingshu has become very popular in recent years, I think it is a good choice to adapt these works into audio books and sell them to TV stations and radio stations."

Faced with He Ping's unconstrained ideas, everyone felt that their brains were not enough.

Brother Zhenkai vaguely caught the point of He Ping's words after listening, "This...is a circle?"

"Circle?" Everyone didn't know why.

He Ping glanced at Brother Zhenkai appreciatively, it's still you who is eye-catching.

"I call this ecology." He Ping, with a look of wisdom in his hands, took out the magic weapon of Boss Jia who will return to China next week: "Create an ideal atmosphere for creation and reading, cultivate potential writer friends, help them publish their works, use Publishing, film and television, and audio bring benefits to them, and also bring benefits to myself, and then use these benefits to drive the development of the writer's village. This is a closed loop in form. I call him an ecological anti-, bah, sloppy , called the writer's village ecological chain.

Under such a complete ecological chain, the public has been nurtured and influenced by literature, writers have a relaxed writing environment and possible fame and fortune, newspapers and magazines have more choices of works, and I have also made money .Everyone will benefit accordingly, which is a real win-win cooperation. "

Everyone is completely dumbfounded now, they have never seen such a game!

The concept of the Internet, which is very common in later generations, is absolutely advanced in this era, and it also carries a lot of gambling.

Brother Zhenkai asked the question in his mind, "He Ping, I admit that you are very imaginative. This seems to be a perfect closed loop. But, are you sure it can bring you a lot of benefits?"

He Ping answered very simply, "Of course I'm not sure!"

Brother Zhenkai felt his throat was smacked, this guy is too bachelor, you are not sure you will still do it, investing so much money, everyone has the same reaction.

"Then why do you still do it?" Li Feng asked them on behalf of everyone.

A rare mischievous smile appeared on He Ping's face, "Did you find it interesting to hear what I said about Writer's Village?"

"Interesting! It's so interesting!" Everyone answered in unison.

He Ping said with a smile: "I think so too. When the idea of ​​a writer's village first appeared in my mind, I thought it was very interesting. If this seemingly unrealistic idea can be realized, it must be A very interesting thing."

"Just because it's fun?" Brother Zhenkai asked.

He Ping thought for a while, the smile on his face faded, and he said softly: "It would be even better if we could create a Utopia for literati by the way."

He Ping's words were very light, but they weighed a thousand ounces in everyone's ears.

Jokes and money are just the appearance of his disguise, and his last words are his true inner thoughts.

Create an ideal country for literati!

When Li Feng thought about it, he felt that tears were about to come out of his eyes. What a romantic idealist he is!

At this moment, he felt extremely honored and proud, because he had a friend named He Ping.

"He Ping!"

"He Ping!"

Everyone present was moved by He Ping's simple sentence, and there were not a few people who were moved to tears like Li Feng.

Everyone shouted He Ping's name sincerely, but they couldn't say another word.

At this moment, in their hearts, He Ping seemed to be shining with some kind of divinity, incomparably sacred!
Li Tuo was so emotional that he couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged He Ping tightly, and said in a choked voice: "Good brother, even if my brother is desperate, he will help you to complete this matter!"

Brother Zhenkai, who hadn't shown his true feelings for a long time, also came forward and hugged He Ping, "I thought my blood for literature had cooled completely, but your words let me know. My blood is still not cold!"

Cha Haisheng, who escaped, hugged He Ping fiercely, "Mr. He, you must do what you say. I, Cha Haisheng, will follow my orders!"

Everyone couldn't help the agitation in their hearts, and stepped forward to give He Ping a hug.

He Ping was a little surprised. He didn't expect that his last serious sentence would cause such a big reaction from everyone. What a lovely 80s!
He pretended to be relaxed and said: "What do I say, why don't you take advantage of me? I'm a man with a family."

The slightly heavy atmosphere in the room relaxed because of his words.

"Smelly shameless, who will take advantage of you?" Liu Aixia, who had just hugged He Ping, immediately tore off her warm mask upon hearing this, revealing her original mask.

"With Li Feng here, I forgive you for not daring." He Ping sneered.

"You..." Liu Aixia glared at He Ping, after all, it was difficult to retaliate with so many people present.

A few gags made the atmosphere completely relaxed, and everyone returned to the topic of the writer's village, and the conversation became more lively.

If they originally regarded themselves as bystanders, then He Ping's words completely aroused the long-lost idealism in their hearts.

Create a literati's utopia!
What a romantic and genius idea, how interesting it would be to have such an experience in life!

(End of this chapter)