The star is legit but sick.

Chapter 160 Are you going to make me retro?

Xu Ye communicated with the people from these publishing houses, and finally put forward his request.

As a result, his request scared many publishing houses.

These publishing houses have refused and said their goodbyes.

In the end, Ancheng Literature and Art Publishing House was left.

The caller was Zhao Xiaolei, editor-in-chief of Ancheng Literature and Art Publishing House.

Zhao Xiaolei has already listened to all the releases of Ghost Chuideng, and he likes this story very much.

He first praised Ghost Chuideng, and then said: "I'll cut to the chase. You don't have to worry about anything at our publishing house. You just need to provide us with the text, and we will take care of everything else."

"According to your current word count, a novel and a book can be priced between 20 and 30 yuan, and our royalty rate for you is [-] percent."

The so-called royalties are a form of remuneration paid by the publishing industry to authors, calculated as a percentage of the book price.

This percentage is the royalty rate. The general ratio is between 5% and 15%, but in fact it is rare to exceed 12%.

As for more than 15%, almost none.

As a newcomer writer, Xu Ye can directly get a [-]% royalty rate, which is already very good.

If a book sells for 20 yuan, with a [-]% royalty, Xu Ye can get two yuan.

Don't look at this little, but you must know that the total number of words of Ghost Chuideng is nearly 200 million, and there are eight books per book, so the price will definitely not be low.

Copyright management is extremely strict in this world, and there is no need to worry about piracy.

On Earth, even if there are pirated e-books, physical books have created sales of 2000 million copies.

Xu Ye earns tens of millions less.

But having said that, Xu Ye's goal must be more than that.

"Editor Zhao, do you dare to bet against me?" Xu Ye asked.

Zhao Xiaolei froze for a moment, then asked in confusion, "What do you want to bet on?"

"If the sales volume of Gui Chudeng's physical book exceeds 1000 million copies, I will ask for a 20.00% royalty. If it fails to sell, I only need an [-]% royalty." Xu Ye said slowly.

Hearing Xu Ye's words, Zhao Xiaolei felt his head buzzing.

VAM agreements exist in all walks of life.

In fact, it's just like everyone's bet, if I can't do it, then so and so.

But the sales volume of 1000 million copies is too outrageous, right?
"Xu Ye, do you know the concept of 1000 million volumes?" Zhao Xiaolei said hastily.

There are not many books with a sales volume of more than 1000 million copies, even in China's current market.

Especially now that the Internet is developed, many resources can be found online, and fewer and fewer people read physical books.

It is too difficult to reach 1000 million sales.

Zhao Xiaolei estimates that the sales volume of Ghost Blowing Lantern will be around 300 million copies at most, and it is unlikely that there will be more.

"I know, so it's a bet, why don't you take a gamble?" Xu Ye said.

Zhao Xiaolei thought about it.

According to his estimate, Ghost Blowing Lantern will sell less than 1000 million copies.

But Xu Ye was so swearing that he suddenly had an inexplicable expectation in his heart.

What if?
You know, Ancheng Literature and Art Publishing House has not released a book with a sales volume of more than 1000 million copies.

"For 1000 million copies, Xu Ye will be given 20.00% of the royalties, if less than [-]%, it's really a bet!" Zhao Xiaolei sighed in his heart.

Then he said: "Give me some time, I will reply to you later."

"it is good."

The two hung up the phone.

Zhao Xiaolei doesn't care about the 20.00% royalty rate, which is very high in the industry.

If you search on the Internet, it seems that few writers have such a high royalty rate.

But in fact, many top authors in the writer circle can get this ratio.

If it is electronic copyright and the like, the royalty rate will be even higher.

But these are private and not disclosed to the public.

"With sales of 1000 million copies, is Xu Ye so confident in his book?" Zhao Xiaolei thought to himself.

He immediately called the senior leaders of the unit and held a meeting to discuss it.

In the end, the publishing house approved the contract.

Xu Ye is now the image ambassador of Ancheng tourism and a top player in the entertainment industry.

The quality of this book is so good.

If so, take a gamble!
Let's see if their Ancheng Literature and Art Publishing House can publish a set of books that have sold more than [-] million.

After Xu Ye received the news, he made an appointment with Zhao Xiaolei to meet tomorrow morning.

Zhao Xiaolei came here with the contract, and Xu Ye sent the documents to them.

Xu Ye intends to publish the first four volumes of the physical book of Ghost Blowing Lantern, including Jingjue Ancient City, Longling Miku, Yunnan Insect Valley and Kunlun Shrine.

In fact, there are no last four parts of Ghost Blowing the Lantern, but the publishing house let the original author continue to write, and this is the last four parts.

The quality of the last four books is not as good as the previous ones, but they are not bad, and they fill in the holes of the whole book.

Xu Ye is going to let the popularity of the first four parts ferment in the market, and then release the next four parts.

The next day, Zhao Xiaolei brought the company's legal counsel to this big studio.

Zhao Xiaolei is almost 50 years old, and he is about to retreat to the second line.

If he can produce a book that sells over [-] million before he retires, then his career will also come to a successful conclusion.

When he was led by the people from this big studio, he came to the door of the studio.

As soon as I entered, I saw a group of people standing in a row.

The people on the farthest sides held a banner with white characters on a red background, each holding one end.

It says "Warmly welcome Ancheng Literature and Art Publishing House to this big studio!"

Zhao Xiaolei was immediately dumbfounded.

What the hell is going on?

This welcome is a bit retro.

Just looking at the expressions of these people, why are they a little reluctant.

One person was very excited, and that smile was not squeezed out.

what?
He is Xu Ye.

That's fine.

Xu Ye, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, smiled, and said loudly, "Welcome to Editor-in-Chief Zhao, everyone applauds!"

Then Xu Ye took the lead in applauding and shouted: "Welcome, welcome, warm welcome! Welcome, welcome, warm welcome!"

The group of staff around him looked hopeless.

Early this morning, Xu Ye came to the studio and started to make arrangements.

Said it was to meet an important guest and hold a small welcome ceremony.

Then it became like this.

The staff squeezed out a smile and shouted along with Xu Ye: "Welcome, welcome, warm welcome!"

Zhao Xiaolei was completely embarrassed.

The last time he saw such a welcoming ceremony, he was not yet married.

He could only squeeze out a smile and said, "Hello, everyone."

"Hello, Editor-in-Chief Zhao!" Xu Ye was full of air.

A group of staff shouted together again.

Zhao Xiaolei now has the urge to turn around and leave.

Where am I here?

This is a mental hospital, right?
After the welcoming ceremony was over, Xu Ye greeted Zhao Xiaolei into the conference room.

Zhao Xiaolei finally felt that the atmosphere was quite normal.

After he sat down, Xu Ye asked, "What do you drink?"

Zhao Xiaolei hurriedly said, "Water will do."

"Do you drink drinking water, mineral water, natural water, pure water, or cold water?" Xu Ye asked again.

I wipe?

Zhao Xiaolei was stunned, there are so many kinds of water?
"Hot water is fine," Zhao Xiaolei said.

"Then do you want hot water at [-] degrees, [-] degrees, [-] degrees, or [-] degrees?" Xu Ye asked again.

Zhao Xiaolei's expression became stiff.

Damn it, everyone on the Internet said that Xu Ye was sick, it wasn't a lie.

He is playing for real!
"Forty degrees is fine." Zhao Xiaolei said.

"Forty degrees?" Xu Ye looked serious.

"It's sixty degrees."

"Not even sixty degrees."

Zhao Xiaolei was full of question marks.

However, he now feels that he has adapted to Xu Ye's way of chatting.

Zhao Xiaolei thought for a while and said, "Let's do whatever you want."

"okay!"

Xu Ye turned to his subordinates and said, "Go get a cup of hot water."

Zhao Xiaolei stared at Xu Ye with wide eyes.

His eyes seemed to say, are you okay?

The contract matter was finalized quickly.

When Xu Ye uploaded novels on the Yuedong platform, he also signed a contract with Yuedong.

Yue only has the audio copyright of Ghost Chuideng's novel, and Xu Ye still has the other copyrights.

What Xu Ye sold to Ancheng Literature and Art Publishing House here was only the copyright of the physical book.

As for the e-book, just wait for the partner to come to you.

Xu Ye will definitely not sell the copyright of Ghost Blowing Lantern at the wine table like Tianxiabasing.

The result is a mess of screen adaptations out there.

When the contract was signed, Zhao Xiaolei's face was full of joy.

As he was approaching his old age, he felt a burning sensation at this moment.

Go big!
Impact 1000 million sales!
Then Zhao Xiaolei heard two bangs.

Then a large pile of colored paper floated down from above his head.

He turned his head and saw two of Xu Ye's subordinates standing by, each holding a firework cannon.

At some point, another banner was hung on the wall of the conference room.

It said "Congratulations to the successful signing ceremony of Ghost Blowing Lantern!"

Zhao Xiaolei was stunned again.

You're going to give me a whole new look again, right?
A group of people in this big studio started clapping again.

Xu Ye took the lead in applauding, the loudest.

Then he waved his hand, and a staff member walked in from the door.

She holds a pennant in her hand.

Zhao Xiaolei had a bad feeling.

Then he saw Xu Ye taking the pennant, and said, "Editor Zhao, this pennant is custom-made by me, and it is specially given to Ancheng Literature and Art Publishing House."

"Thank you." Zhao Xiaolei said quickly.

Sending pennants is also a thing in the publishing industry. Some writers will send pennants to publishing houses.

Xu Ye turned the pennant over, revealing the large characters on it.

On the top is a small line of "Ancheng Literature and Art Publishing House".

As for the large area in the middle, there is only one number.

That's right, numbers.

Take a 6 alone.

Looking at the huge number 6 on the pennant, Zhao Xiaolei wanted to cry but had no tears.

Can I not have this pennant?

Xu Ye asked suspiciously: "Editor Zhao, are you not happy at such a happy moment?"

Looking at Xu Ye's expression, Zhao Xiaolei's heart skipped a beat.

I'm throwing my old bones out!
Zhao Xiaolei immediately raised his hands and applauded enthusiastically, saying, "Okay! This 6 is well written! Are there any fireworks? Get me one too!"

The subordinates who came with Zhao Xiaolei looked away from the editor-in-chief's appearance.

Come on, another crazy one.

(End of this chapter)