Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 82 Physical Publishing
Unlike the "entry" micro-novel, which itself carries a public meaning, "The Long and arduous Journey" is an unpublished novel. According to the author's habit, he would never allow irrelevant people to read it.

At most, give it to some close friends.

Although he wanted to do something for Zhai Da, Lu Siwen still stuck to his principles.

Although it is true that Lu Zetao considers himself a writer, he would not have made a special trip to extend this olive branch if Lu Siwen had not begged him.

Curiosity about Zhai Da is also one of the reasons.

He was also curious about what kind of person this young man, whom his wife and daughter had mentioned, was and what he had written.

But to Lu Zetao's surprise, he thought the young man would be excited to hear that his work had a chance to be published, but Zhai Da only had an embarrassed expression on his face.

"Well, I've only written half of it, and I don't plan to write any more before the college entrance exam."

Lu Zetao didn't seem to expect to be rejected, but he quickly continued the topic:

"In fact, it takes a long time for a work to be published after it has been submitted to a publishing house for review, contact, confirmation, and typesetting. Even if we start now, it may not be published until after the college entrance examination."

"Besides, everyone will post part of the content or even the beginning first, so you don't have to worry about that."

Zhai Da instinctively felt that it was unnecessary, for he was not familiar with Lu Zetao, and suddenly said on the overpass: "I plan to recommend your work for publication."
To be honest, it's a bit awkward.

It’s like a fifty-year-old woman with long hair suddenly turns to you and says, “What is your musical dream?”

Secondly, he hadn't finished writing "The Long Journey" yet, and he had to work hard to improve his grades, so he was under a lot of pressure from studying recently.
While he was organizing his words to decline, Zhai Da suddenly thought of his own little plan.

That is, during the summer vacation, I will do something
Zhai Da was still quite concerned about the sticky note posted on the "blackboard tree" that day.

He wanted to do something, to pilot the idea of “getting rich first and then sharing the wealth”.

He hasn't done any research yet, so he's not sure how much money he'll need to invest. Currently, he only has 30,000 yuan in prize money from the micro-novel competition. As for the income from blog readings, it's paid out once a month.

The next settlement will be when the college entrance examination is approaching, and the next one will be in the middle of the summer vacation.
If physical publishing does not take up more energy, perhaps you can consider making some time difference to prepare for a rainy day.

Let your wallet get a little fatter.

Lu Siwen waited for Zhai Da's reply, his almond-shaped eyes full of anticipation.

She knew that asking her father to come out was a little abrupt, but if she said it herself, Zhai Da would probably just brush it off.
Sometimes being abrupt is not because of stupidity, but because of eagerness.
Lu Siwen took a step forward, took Zhai Da's school uniform sleeve, and shook it slightly: "Student Zhai, let me communicate with the editor and confirm various matters. It won't take up too much of your time."

Lu Zetao looked at his daughter pulling Zhai Da's sleeve and his face twitched.

But in the end, he didn't say a word.

Although the whole thing doesn't seem to be of any benefit to Lu Siwen.

But the ease of wealthy families lies in their ability to support and allow their children to do some "right but useless" things.

Hobbies, broadening horizons, paid work. Eventually, this ease will be ingrained in the child's character.

Finally, in the face of Lu Siwen's moist and expectant eyes, Zhai Da finally nodded.

"Thank you for your help. It would be great if 'The Long Journey' has a chance to be published. But I would like to ask how the publishing fee for a physical book is calculated. You should have some experience with this."

Lu Zetao thought to himself, of course I have experience, I have already published seven "masterpieces".

"The portion of a physical book that belongs to the author is called royalties. You can think of it as a "tax" that the publisher pays to the author. It is usually 5%-10%. For example, if a book is priced at 20, the author's share is 5%."

Zhai Da:.
How many?

Damn, Green Mood is only one dollar and fifty cents a stick!

"If the sales volume reaches 500 copies, the writer will receive 1000 yuan in royalties. Usually the first print run will be - copies, and then additional copies will be made depending on the situation."

Of course, self-publishing is not included in this list. He can print as many copies as he wants. Lu Zetao’s warehouse is filled with his own “masterpieces”.

Zhai Da was speechless and said, "Then how much sales can I achieve for someone like me who has never published a book?" Lu Zetao smiled gently and said, "It's impossible to predict. It's hard to say how well a literary work will sell."

Just like him, who can he complain to if such a good work can't be sold? !

As a handsome old man with financial independence, Lu Zetao was willing to explain to the young man entirely because of Lu Siwen's self-identification as a "writer". He felt that it was somewhat of a way of helping the younger generation.

But Zhai Da, a younger generation, said he was disappointed with the money prospects of being a writer.
Although the royalties fluctuate between 5% and 10%, he is not a well-known writer, so he must be challenging the lower limit of the industry rather than the upper limit.

“How many copies of “The Three Chong Men” were sold?”

Lu Zetao was not impressed by the "rebellious writer", but after all, Han Han was now very popular and the entire publishing industry and writers' circles were discussing him, so he had heard some rough statistics.

“It is said that the sales volume is one million.”

That is to say, Han Han's income from physical books alone is only about one million, even though he is the most outstanding and phenomenal work in the entire market and may not appear once a year. For this point in time in 08, it is not a small amount, but this is the ceiling.
So why don’t people write books or make movies anymore? Because writing books doesn’t make money!

It is estimated that even after more than ten years, the income of writers will be far from being comparable to that of stars and directors, so a lot of writers will try their best to get into the entertainment industry.
Other celebrities make 208 yuan a day just to cut out a picture, and even those who write books with their pens smoking can’t compare to that!
Of course, Zhai Da knew that there would be hidden benefits from film and television adaptations in the future, but that was still further away for Zhai Da. Unless a literary work has been left to settle for several years or even more than ten years, there would generally be no opportunity for adaptation.

Zhai Da's interest in publishing physical books suddenly decreased a lot.

But now that we've come to this, let's just take those 50,000 words and try it out.

No matter how small a fly is, it is still meat, and pig's trotters are also jade feet, right?

"Then I'm asking you to take a look at the previous 50,000 words."

Seeing that the matter was finalized, Lu Siwen became visibly excited. He pulled Zhai Da's sleeve and jumped around, and his fluffy and smooth short hair turned into the shape of a small mushroom again and again.

Lu Zetao's face trembled again.

endured
He could see that Zhai Da was not satisfied with his income as a writer, but the young man would find out later.

No matter what era or country, the word "writer" brings more than just "money".

It may not be wise to treat it as your "lifelong livelihood", but treating it as "icing on the cake" will benefit you for a lifetime!

Lu Siwen handed the notebook in his schoolbag to his father, then took Zhai Da and trotted away: "Dad, we are going to school. If we don't leave now, we will be late!"

Lu Zetao could only wave his hands helplessly, even though his daughter didn't see it at all.

After the two of them walked away, Lu Zetao looked down at "The Long and Long Journey" in his hand, thinking, I want to see what kind of work can make my daughter obsessed. Why isn't she so fascinated by her own father's books?
I subconsciously turned the page.
"Mr. Lu? Mr. Lu?"

Lu Zetao raised his head and felt his neck was stiff: "What's wrong?"

The driver got on the overpass without knowing when:

"Since you didn't answer the phone, I came to remind you. You're going to be late because you have a meeting today."

Lu Zetao looked at his watch.
It's already been half an hour?
When he lowered his head and looked at the notebook again, there was no more contempt.
A complete and profound story, gradual conflicts, simple but wonderful writing style. Most importantly, overflowing emotions
A little jealous.

He was very well-mannered, and subconsciously couldn't help but swear:

“This is fucking awesome!”

"Han Han? This is a genius!"

　Happy Winter Solstice~!

　　If there are no dumplings to eat, you can “use your tongue to touch your cheeks”!
　　That's also "skin wrapped in meat".

　　Thank you for reading and supporting~!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)