Conquering the world from the Kaiser's driver

After thanking him, Lin Shangzhou turned around and prepared to leave. At this time, the deputy editor-in-chief thought of the profit sharing issue, so he hurriedly stopped Lin Shangzhou.

"Fritts, how about I report the profits from this novel to the society to cover the printing and promotion costs and a portion of the tax, and then all the profits from this novel will belong to you?"

Lin Shangzhou turned around and looked at the deputy editor-in-chief in surprise. He didn't expect that the newspaper would only charge for printing and promotion, not the tax part, which would eventually be handed over to the tax bureau. He naturally agreed to this split, but the fundamental purpose of his writing the book was not to make money for himself, but to improve the income and expenditure of the newspaper. He also had a good impression of this newspaper, so he nodded and said:

"Of course, but I am willing to donate 60% of it to the newspaper. After all, the fundamental purpose of my writing books is not to make money, but to improve the newspaper's revenue."

The deputy editor was stunned after hearing what Lin Shangzhou said. He did not expect Lin Shangzhou to say that. It was he who proposed the idea and wrote the book, but he was willing to donate 60% of the proceeds from the novel to the newspaper to improve the newspaper's income and expenditure situation. The fact that the sales of the newspaper doubled after publishing this story showed its popularity. If it were published as a novel, the revenue generated would be even greater.

He really wanted to go to Berlin right now and hug Editor-in-Chief Louis and kiss him, to thank him for bringing such a savior to the newspaper!

The deputy editor-in-chief immediately stood up and excitedly walked to Lin Shangzhou, holding his hands tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "Fritts, I really... I really don't know what to say. You are so generous and kind. On behalf of all the staff of the newspaper, I would like to express my most sincere gratitude to you. I believe that Editor-in-Chief Louis will be very happy to know about this."

"Um... don't get too excited. This is what I should do. As a member of the newspaper, I should contribute to the newspaper."

Lin Shangzhou was still as humble as ever. The deputy editor-in-chief was a little scared by this. The deputy editor-in-chief's generosity and kindness were all based on the fact that Lin Shangzhou had a good impression of the newspaper, that he had not been excluded or discriminated against in the newspaper, and that he got along very well with his colleagues. If he hated the newspaper, he would not have given up 60% of the profits. On the contrary, he would have tried his best to get money from the newspaper.

The deputy editor-in-chief let go of his hand and said awkwardly.

"Oh, sorry, I lost my temper."

"Anyway, once the contract is ready, I will take it to you. Finally, I would like to thank you again for your generosity and kindness."

Then Lin Shangzhou walked out of the office and went to his seat. Before he reached his seat, he saw a person sitting next to him. It was Goebbels.

Lin Shangzhou walked over and greeted Goebbels:

"Yo, Paul, good morning."

"Good morning, Fritz."

Lin Shangzhou sat down on the chair, turned his head and saw the manuscript in front of Goebbels and understood what he was doing.

"Have you come up with any good ideas?"

Goebbels shook his head, looking a little lost.

"No."

Lin Shangzhou moved his chair to Goebbels' side and said to him:

"In that case, I will teach you now. The deputy editor-in-chief has agreed to let me teach you during working hours. Let's get started now."

"Well, I will study hard."

Goebbels nodded and picked up a pen to write down the key points.

Then Lin Shangzhou talked to Goebbels about how to improve his imagination. After that, he gave him a few topics to do. He wanted to see how good Goebbels' imagination was. After all, imagination is the most important thing in writing. Lin Shangzhou was not worried about other aspects. After all, Goebbels had written novels and scripts, and had also been a director.

However, at present, Goebbels's films do not make much money and may not be very popular, otherwise he would not work in this newspaper.

At ten o'clock, the deputy editor-in-chief came to Lin Shangzhou with the contract. After signing the contract, the deputy editor-in-chief left, and Lin Shangzhou paid attention to how Goebbels's homework was written.

After Goebbels finished the topic given by Lin Shangzhou, Lin Shangzhou took the manuscript and looked at it. He was quite satisfied with the content. Then he picked up the pen on the table and asked Goebbels:

"Paul, what do you think of when you see this pen? Try to think of something interesting and unusual, not something as ordinary as writing."

"Interesting and unusual?"

Goebbels closed his eyes and thought for a while. After more than 20 seconds, he opened his eyes, looked at the pen and said, "A talking pen?"

"Very good, and then?"

Lin Shangzhou's eyes lit up and he continued to ask.

Goebbels thought for a moment and said:

"Then...then it was picked up by a passerby and used to make money. Finally, the pen could no longer bear the pressure from the passerby and closed its mouth and stopped talking."

(This story is also okay)

Lin Shangzhou was somewhat surprised by the story told by Goebbels.

At present, Goebbels is much stronger than he was at the beginning. He has a foundation and is an excellent student, so it is normal for him to learn so fast.

Putting down his pen, Lin Shangzhou nodded to Goebbels with satisfaction. Then he took out his previous manuscript of Our Struggle from his drawer, placed it in front of Goebbels and asked:

"Next, I want to know what type of stories you prefer to write? Do you want to write imaginative and fantastic stories like me, or do you want to write realistic works like your previous works and this book "Our Struggle" that are based on reality and do not deviate from reality? Or do you want to create works based on history?"

Goebbels fell into deep thought again. Lin Shangzhou personally thought that Goebbels was suitable for writing realistic works. After all, he had written this type of novel before. It was also okay to write works based on history. Anyway, he was not suitable for writing fantasy and magical stories. If he were asked to write, he might feel that what he wrote was too incredible and stop writing.

"Realism and works based on history. I studied history and literature in college, and these two are more suitable for me. Although the fantasy stories you are good at are interesting, I can't write them. I can only try my best to make the works I am good at interesting."

Goebbels said, placing his hand on Our Struggle.

"Well, you are also suitable for the creation of both."

Lin Shangzhou nodded. You can't force a person to do something he is not good at. Goebbels just mentioned his college days. Lin Shangzhou became interested in his academic qualifications and asked.

"Paul, what is your current educational background? I'm quite curious."

When asked about his academic qualifications, Goebbels looked proud and replied with a smile: "I received my doctorate from Heidelberg University."

(Fuck, Doc!)

"awesome!"

Lin Shangzhou exclaimed sincerely.

"No, no, Fritz, you can create such an interesting story. I'm also curious about what you studied in college."

Goebbels looked at him curiously and asked.

"Forehead…"

How should I answer him? Lin Shangzhou thought to himself that although he had attended university before traveling through time, his predecessor in this world was a complete homebody. Not to mention when he was in China, his family was also quite miserable, otherwise his uncle would not have taken him to Germany. In the ten years in Germany, his German and German were probably the only education his predecessor received.

In other words, my predecessor or myself had never been to school.

After thinking for a while, he decided to answer truthfully. After all, it was not shameful not to have been to school in this day and age.

"I'm sorry, you may be disappointed. I have never been to school, and I haven't even received any systematic education."

Lin Shangzhou looked away awkwardly. Although it was not shameful, he still felt embarrassed. After all, he had said with his own mouth that he had never been to school.

“I never went to school…”

Goebbels widened his eyes in surprise. He had never expected to hear Lin Shangzhou say this. He had never been to school or even received any systematic education. It was such a person without any academic qualifications who wrote such a popular story. He instantly had a lot of respect for Lin Shangzhou in his heart.

He said to Lin Shangzhou:

"I'm not disappointed at all. On the contrary, I feel that there is a huge gap between you and me. I, a person with a doctorate degree, can't even compare to you in literary creation... It seems that I still need to keep learning.

"Ah...hahaha, you are right.

Lin Shangzhou smiled embarrassedly, he knew that he could not compare with Goebbels.

In the following time, Lin Shangzhou asked Goebbels to write a few outlines of the stories for him to see. He finished them soon, but they were all just drafts. If he wanted to write them in detail, he would need to think more carefully.

Lin Shangzhou was also quite satisfied with these stories. Goebbels had made great progress in just one morning. Lin Shangzhou also showed the outlines of the stories he wrote to people in the newspaper who had read Goebbels' works in the past, and the feedback he received was better than before.

This made Goebbels very happy, and so was Lin Shangzhou.

Lin Shangzhou did not teach Goebbels anything in the afternoon. After all, he still had to work. In order to let Goebbels practice, Lin Shangzhou gave him the task of writing a new story, while he himself was thinking about what to write in his next book.

Although the first book has not yet been released for sale, and even if it is released its actual performance is unknown, this does not prevent Lin Shangzhou from fantasizing that his book will sell well and he will become a best-selling author in Germany.

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Chapter 36 Best Selling Author

On the morning of March 4th, the deputy editor-in-chief received Lin Shangzhou's manuscript. Because the entire building belonged to the newspaper, the newspaper had its own printing press. The newspaper printed out the finished product in the afternoon, and in the evening, it made 30 finished books and prepared to sell them at the newspaper's newsstand the next day. At the same time, the newspaper printed in the evening also stated that "The Story of the Nameless" would be sold at designated newsstands. They waited to see how many people would buy it the next day.

In order to allow for trial and error costs, the newspaper only printed thirty novels, and these thirty books were evenly distributed among the newspaper's six newsstands.

For the deputy editor-in-chief, the morning's wait was torment. He was eager to know how the sales of the novel were going. After all, this was the key to the newspaper's turnaround. Although the editor-in-chief was not short of money, he felt very uncomfortable as the deputy editor-in-chief because the newspaper had been using the editor-in-chief's money to pay his salary.

After several hours of long waiting, the deputy editor finally got the result he most hoped to see: all thirty books priced at 2 marks were sold out, and according to the staff at the newsstand, there were at least thirty or forty people coming to buy books, and over one hundred and fifty people at the six newsstands in total.

After learning the news, the deputy editor-in-chief immediately asked the publishing department to print 300 novels and delivered them to various newsstands that evening. On March 6, more than 200 of the 300 books were sold in one day, so the publishing department continued printing. For the next three days, one to two hundred novels were sold every day. It was not until the fourth day that the sales rate stopped and dropped to dozens of copies. The publishing department also slowed down the printing speed and only continued printing when newspapers were out of stock.

On March 11, the deputy editor-in-chief was delighted in his office when he saw the sales reports submitted by his employees. In total, nearly 800 novels were sold in five days, with each book priced at two marks. Excluding printing costs and taxes, the total profit was 1,400 marks. According to the contract with Lin Shangzhou, 60% of the profit belonged to the newspaper, which meant that the newspaper could get 870 marks.

This is the first time that the newspaper has made so much money since its establishment. Although it is not enough to pay the salaries of all employees, at least we don't have to use the editor-in-chief's money to pay the employees. In addition, the books have been selling all the time, which will continue to earn income for the newspaper.

He excitedly ran out of the office with the report in his hand. He regained some of his sanity in the surprised eyes of his employees. Because the employees were all looking at him, he didn't need to ask them to calm down. He suppressed his excitement and said to the people in the office: "The novel "The Story of the Nameless" written by our story editor Fritz has sold nearly 800 copies in the past five days! 800 copies!"

As the deputy editor-in-chief was speaking, he could no longer contain his excitement and started swearing. The employees didn't care at all because they all cheered. This was truly unprecedented for the newspaper.

"Excluding printing costs and taxes, the total profit was 1,400 marks!"

After saying this, the deputy editor-in-chief looked at Lin Shangzhou with gratitude. The employees, who didn't know what was going on, looked at him or Lin Shangzhou in confusion.

"Because of the generosity of editor Fritz, 60 percent of the 1,400 marks, or 870 marks, will belong to the newspaper!"

Most of the employees were stunned. They didn't expect Lin Shangzhou to directly give up 60% of the profits to the newspaper.

“So to thank editor Fritz for his generosity, let’s give him three cheers!”

The deputy editor-in-chief shouted loudly:

"Fritts!"

"Fritts!"

"Fritts!!!"

The enthusiastic and deafening cheers from his colleagues made Lin Shangzhou's head buzz, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses after they stopped cheering.

When he came to his senses, the deputy editor-in-chief had already walked up to him and expressed his sincere gratitude to him.

"Fritts, I don't know how to honor your contribution to the newspaper. I will discuss with everyone what gift we can give you to express our gratitude to you."

"I'll be looking forward to what everyone will give me."

Lin Shangzhou smiled and accepted the deputy editor-in-chief's thanks and the things that would be given to him. He felt that he would not be given money and the deputy editor-in-chief would not be stupid enough to give him a bonus, so Lin Shangzhou was also looking forward to what the newspaper society would give him in recognition of his contribution.

The employees' carnival lasted for several minutes. People kept coming to express their gratitude to Lin Shangzhou, which made Lin Shangzhou, who was originally idle, busy.

"Ah... I'm so tired."

Lin Shangzhou sat down on the chair, raised his head, closed his eyes and sighed with fatigue.

"Congratulations, your book sales are very good. If you continue like this, I think it won't be long before you become a famous writer."

Goebbels on the side congratulated.

"Thank you for your congratulations."

Lin Shangzhou said weakly that he had heard dozens or even hundreds of words of congratulations and thanks, and he really didn't want to hear any more.

He opened his eyes, looked at Goebbels and asked:

"By the way, Paul, how's the feedback on your story?"

Goebbels smiled and said, "It's much better than before. At least it gives me the motivation to keep writing."

"That's good."

Lin Shangzhou nodded slightly, which showed that Goebbels had made progress and his efforts had paid off.

After resting for a while in the chair, Lin Shangzhou started to work. He is currently working on the book "The Story of Ashes", which is adapted from "Dark Souls 3" and is the sequel to "The Story of the Nameless". As for whether he should write "Dark Souls 2", Lin Shangzhou needs to think about it again. After all, he doesn't know much about Dark Souls .

At noon, Lin Shangzhou went out to eat with Goebbels, Monch, Jesus, Jonathan and Eric to celebrate this good thing. After returning to the newspaper office after lunch, Lin Shangzhou also received the commendation gift prepared for him by the deputy editor-in-chief - an Iron Cross Medal.

Lin Shangzhou was very surprised. He didn't know where the deputy editor-in-chief got this medal used to commend military achievements. He confirmed with the deputy editor-in-chief again and again that it was bought from a retired soldier from a poor family at a high price. Only after he got it through the formal channels did Lin Shangzhou accept the Iron Cross medal.

Although the money spent is certainly not as much as what Lin Shangzhou earned for the newspaper, an Iron Cross medal is also invaluable, and it is clear how much the deputy editor-in-chief wants to thank Lin Shangzhou.

A medal used to honor soldiers who have made military achievements was used by the newspaper staff to thank him for his significant contribution to the newspaper. After all, it was to honor people who made contributions, the only difference was that one was a soldier and the other was a newspaper employee.

After receiving the medal, Lin Shangzhou received another surprise. The deputy editor-in-chief decided to give him a vacation. The vacation time was up to him. He could take a day, a week, or even a month.

Lin Shangzhou happily accepted the holiday. Anyway, the story was now written by Goebbels, so he could go home and think about the novel. So he rode his bicycle home during work time in the afternoon.

His plan was to rest for four or five days and then go back to work. Although he thought that no one would say anything if he really rested for ten days or half a month, it was better not to do that.

On the way home, he passed by a photo studio and bought a photo frame to hold the medal. After returning home, Lin Shangzhou placed the photo frame on his bedside table. This was the first medal he had ever received and it had great commemorative significance. If possible, he would like to mail the medal back to his uncle, as he believed his uncle would be very happy. If he couldn't mail it back, he would also like to write a letter to tell his uncle and the people in Wuyou Palace about it.

However, since he came to Strasbourg, he sent two letters to Berlin and never received a reply, so Lin Shangzhou stopped sending letters. At first he thought that the postman did not go to the Palace of Souci, but later he remembered that there was a letter sent to his uncle, so the postman could not be unable to go to ordinary houses, right?

He guessed that Klein, that bastard, had used his connections to intercept his letter, and it would be useless to send it again, so he simply didn't send it. Anyway, if he sent it, that bastard would see it, so it was better not to send it.