The heavens set sail from the courtyard

Chapter 288 Divided into
Wang Gang took the house key from Li Wenxin, and then wandered around the Forty-Nine City by himself.

Since he left the courtyard world, he hasn't been back to Sijiu City much.

The capitals of the two worlds are actually similar. Wang Gang deliberately went to the courtyard where he used to live, but unfortunately there were other people living there, and no one Wang Gang knew.

Wang Gang also knew that it is impossible for the courtyard house to be connected with the human world, otherwise there would be two of them?
After losing his last hope, Wang Gang went directly to the supply and marketing cooperative and spent money to buy a lot of things.

After seeing that the time was about the same, Wang Gang went to Quanjude, ready to taste the difference between the roast duck in this world.

When I came to Quanjude to inquire, the people from Xiangjiang Wenbao had already arrived and were waiting for him in the private room.

Wang Gang told the waiter that if someone came to him in a while, he would take the private room directly.

The waiter asked Wang Gang's name and took him to the private room.

There were two people sitting in the private room, one in their forties and the other in their fifties, both wearing suits, very conspicuous.

As soon as Wang Gang came in, the two stood up at the same time.

"Are you Mr. Zhou?" The man in his fifties asked Wang Gang politely.

"You are Teacher Shao's classmate, Mr. Xia Chenglong, right?" Wang Gang recognized the person who came.

When Wang Gang's novel was serialized in Xiangjiang Wenbao, Xia Chenglong helped a lot, and Wang Gang always wanted to thank him.

"Mr. Zhou, I finally met you. I didn't expect you to be younger and more promising than I imagined." Xia Chenglong walked over three steps at a time, and shook hands with Wang Gang enthusiastically.

"I also wanted to meet you a long time ago, but I have no chance." Wang Gang smiled and sat down with Xia Chenglong.

"This is Wu Sansheng, the editor-in-chief of Changjiang Publishing House." Xia Chenglong introduced his companion to Wang Gang.

Xiangjiang Wenbao and Changjiang Publishing House are brother companies. According to the level, although Wu Sansheng is young, he is Xia Chenglong's superior.

"Mr. Zhou, I have admired your name for a long time, but I never thought that someone who could write such a masterpiece as Shooting the Condors would be so young."

Like Xia Chenglong, Wu Sansheng was shocked by Wang Gang's age. In their impression, a person who can write a novel like Shooting the Condor should be 40 years old if he is not fifty.

"You two are too polite." Wang Gang smiled and said, "You haven't ordered yet! The roast duck in this restaurant is famous all over the country. You must try it."

Wang Gang ordered directly, and said that this meal will be treated by him, and his brother-in-law will come over for dinner in a while.

Xia Chenglong and Wu Sansheng still wanted to compete to pay the bill, but they couldn't compete with Wang Gang in the end.

Wang Gang was also willing to spend money, ordered a large table of delicious dishes, and specially opened a bottle of Moutai.

Before the food and drinks were served, Wu Sansheng got to the point, talking with Wang Gang about the publication of Shooting Condors.

The conditions that the publishing house gave Wang Gangkai were not bad, it was a copyright sharing contract, and said that after the publication of Shooting Condors, it would not only be sold in Xiangjiang, but also be sold to Southeast Asian countries through the publishing house's channels.

Wang Gang has no opinion on this, but he is not satisfied with the share ratio.

The publishing house gave a 7% share ratio, that is, every time a book is sold, after deducting the cost, Wang Gang can get [-]% of the profit.

Wu Sansheng saw Wang Gang's thoughts, and proposed:
"Mr. Zhou, our publishing house still has two cooperation methods, one is to buy out, and the other is to purchase the exclusive copyright for 20 years."

"How much is it to buy out, and how much is it to buy the exclusive copyright for 20 years?" Wang Gang asked.

Wu Sansheng said: "The first type buys out 30 yuan, and the second type buys out 15 yuan."

Wang Gang raised his eyebrows, but neither agreed nor objected.

Seeing that Wang Gang didn't speak, Wu Sanxing felt uncertain.

Before leaving Xiangjiang, the bottom line given to him by the president was to share 10% of the copyright, or to buy out 50 yuan.

This price may not be very high in Xiangjiang, but it is sky-high in the Mainland.

Wu Sansheng saw that Wang Gang was young, and thought he didn't understand anything, so he lowered the price.

Wang Gang thought about it for a while, then looked at Xia Chenglong again.

"Mr. Zhou, you have to know that Shooting the Condors is your first book. Although the newspaper serialization is very successful, no one can guarantee the sales volume after the book is published." Xia Chenglong said.

Wang Gang nodded, and then said: "Let's do this! I still choose to share the copyright, but the proportion of the share will be changed."

Wu Sansheng frowned and said, "How much does Mr. Zhou want?"

Wang Gang said: "My idea is that the sharing ratio is based on sales volume, the better the sales volume, the higher the sharing ratio.

If the sales volume is less than 5 copies, I will account for 30%, for sales of more than 10 copies and less than 30 copies, I will account for 100%, for sales of more than 15 copies and less than 100 million copies, I will account for 20%, and for sales of more than [-] million copies, I will account for [-]%. "

Wu Sansheng thought quickly when he heard this.

Xiangjiang's most popular novel at this time has an annual sales volume of about 100 million copies.

Wang Gang's proposal is actually beneficial to both parties. If you sell less, you will get a smaller share. The publishing house can stop losses in time. If you sell more, the share will be higher.

However, the publishing house sent Wu Sansheng to discuss cooperation, so he naturally wanted to maximize the benefits.

"Mr. Zhou, can you replace the sales volume with a set? We are preparing a 100 million-word "Shooting Condor", which will be published in four volumes, a set of four volumes. It is more reasonable to count the sales volume of the set." Wu Sanxing suggested.

Wang Gang stroked his chin and thought for a while, then said: "It can be calculated in sets, but this sales volume cannot be based on Xiangjiang's sales volume, but the entire Southeast Asia."

Wu Sansheng and Xia Chenglong looked at each other, calculating the gains and losses in their hearts.

Wang Gang said again at this time: "I have finished writing the second part of Shooting the Condors, and I am starting the third part."

When Xia Chenglong heard it, his eyes lit up.

Immediately after the sculpture shooting, Xiangjiang Wenbao serialized the divine sculptures. Today, the sales volume of the newspaper has doubled compared to before, and almost all of them are aimed at the divine sculptures.

Xia Chenglong himself became the deputy editor-in-chief because he found two hits for Wenbao, which can be said to have both fame and fortune.

So for Wang Gang, Xia Chenglong is very grateful.

"Editor Wu, I think Mr. Zhou's proposal is very good. Do you want to discuss it with the publishing house first?" Xia Chenglong said to Wu Sansheng.

Wu Sanxing bowed his head and pondered for a moment, then said to Wang Gang: "I'm sorry Mr. Zhou, I have to make a phone call first, you can eat first, don't wait for me."

After finishing speaking, Wu Sanxing hurriedly left Quanjude.

"Mr. Zhou, don't worry, the publishing house actually attaches great importance to Shooting Condor Publishing, and your proposal will most likely be passed." Xia Chenglong said to Wang Gang.

"Mr. Xia, how long can you stay here this time? Would you like me to show you around Sijiu City?" Wang Gang said with a smile.

"Forget it, we can stay for three days this time, and we have to leave the day after tomorrow." Xia Chenglong said, "It's not easy to come here."

Wang Gang said: "It will be fine in the future."

While the two were chatting, the door of the private room opened suddenly. Wang Gang thought it was Wu Sanxing who left and came back, but it turned out that the people who came were Feng Huacheng and Zhou Rong.

When Wang Gang saw Zhou Rong, he was a little surprised.

"Bingkun, I'm sorry, we're late!" Feng Huacheng saw Wang Gang first apologize, and then his eyes were full of Xia Chenglong.

Zhou Rong was reluctantly pulled in by Feng Huacheng, and said to Xia Chenglong: "This is the editor of Xiangjiang Wenbao! I am Bingkun's brother-in-law, and this is his sister Zhou Rong."

When Xia Chenglong heard that it was Wang Gang's sister and brother-in-law, he quickly stood up and said politely: "Hi, I didn't expect Mr. Zhou's sister to be such a beautiful woman!"

An ordinary guest speech may be nothing in Xiangjiang, but in Zhou Rong's ears, it gave her a very bad first impression of Xia Chenglong.

She even began to suspect that Xia Chenglong was a fake, not the editor of a popular newspaper in Xiangjiang at all.

Feng Huacheng didn't notice that something was wrong with his wife, so he shook hands with Xia Chenglong enthusiastically and greeted each other politely.

He brought Zhou Rong here today, just wanting to use his status as Wang Gang's sister to draw in their relationship.

"Zhou Bingkun, where did you find such a frivolous person to pretend to be a newspaper editor?" Zhou Rong said to Wang Gang coldly.

Wang Gang frowned, Xia Chenglong was startled, Feng Huacheng was embarrassed.

"Zhou Rong, what nonsense are you talking about?" Feng Huacheng pulled Zhou Rong, meaning to make her calm down.

"Am I wrong? Look at this person, how does he look like a Xiangjiang native, who speaks more standard Northeast dialects than us?" Zhou Rong remained firm in her opinion.

Xia Chenglong is indeed different from ordinary editors. He has little literati air, but has a bit more businessman's temperament. He is good at making relationships, but his literary quality is not high.

In addition, he was originally from the Northeast, and he went to Xiangjiang halfway to develop, and his accent has never changed.

"Miss Zhou, do you have any misunderstandings about me?" Xia Chenglong looked at Wang Gang and then at Zhou Rong, but did not get angry for the time being.

Zhou Rong said firmly: "Tell me the truth, how much Zhou Bingkun spent to let you act in this play."

"Enough, Zhou Rong." Feng Huacheng couldn't sit still, stood up and shouted to Zhou Rong: "You forgot what I told you before I came!?"

(End of this chapter)