Chapter 125 The Stingy Mr. Jin
“How is this possible? It must be published in Xiangjiang, the traditional Chinese version!”
“Since it is published in Xiangjiang, how can we use our mainland royalties system? You implement it It’s a royalty system!”
“Mr. Fang, are you kidding me? How can we use a royalty system for books published by mainlanders?”
“Really?” Fang Minghua asked from the drawer. He took out a thick stack of information and placed it on the desk.
"This is your Hong Kong version of the publishing regulations. It clearly states the issue of publication royalties, regardless of regional and nationality. If Mr. Chen is not familiar with simplified Chinese characters, can I help you read it?!"
Ah ? this?
Chen Jiawei was a little dumbfounded, looking at the thick pile of information. Except for people in the publishing industry who knew this stuff well, ordinary Xiangjiang residents themselves couldn't figure it out. How did he know such details?
How did he know that the young man in front of him had a beautiful girlfriend and an aunt working in Pengcheng.
"Mr. Chen." Fang Minghua's face became serious: "Since you want to publish, you have to show enough sincerity, right? At least you must follow the rules!"
"This. I have to communicate with the magazine about this." Chen Jiawei had no choice but to say.
"Please."
Chen Jiawei left in a hurry.
Fang Minghua sat on a chair and drank tea leisurely.
This Chen Jiawei is really stingy!
It's probably not Chen Jiawei, it's their boss. Mr. Jin is stingy, right?
It is said that his good friend Ni Kuang said of him: "He is a first-class good friend, and a first-class stingy as a boss."
At that time, Lin Yanni, the "talented girl of Xiangjiang", volunteered to become the first One of them found Jin Yong and asked for an increase in manuscript fee, but Jin Yong declined with a smile:
"What to add? You love spending money so much, you will spend it all if you add it! How about this, I’ll take you to dinner with friends tonight, and I’ll pay for it.”
After hearing this, Lin Yanni could only smile awkwardly, thinking that she had probably scolded Jin Yong a thousand times.
Not only is there no way to get a salary increase, but you also have to have a drink with the boss. Isn’t this putting yourself in trouble? !
It was not possible for Yi Shu to appear in the battle later. It was his old friend Ni Kuang who personally took the initiative, but the royalties only increased by 5%, which shows that he is stingy.
But that was in the 1960s and 1970s, and now it is the 1980s. Besides, I am not doing a serialization in a newspaper, but directly publishing a book!
Let everything be done in accordance with the law.
In the afternoon, Song Tangtang came over specially, and she was also concerned about this matter.
Fang Minghua told her what happened in detail.
"Minghua, do you think they will agree?"
Song Tangtang asked.
"Definitely! Although I will make more money if you give me the copyright, they still make the bulk of the money from publishing! That old man Jin is not only a scholar, but also a businessman!" Fang Minghua said with a smile.
Sure enough, two days later, Chen Jiawei found Fang Minghua again and was willing to discuss the royalty issue in detail.
After some further bargaining, Fang Minghua will finally receive 11% of the price of "The Legend of Wukong" to calculate the royalties.
This royalty is not high. According to the information provided by Song Tangtang's aunt, the royalty in the Xiangjiang area generally ranges from 10% to 20%. Of course, the better the book and the more famous the writer, the higher the royalty will naturally be.
11% is only 1% higher than the lowest level, which Fang Minghua won with reason.
It seems that everyone at Ming Pao is as stingy as Mr. Cha.
Nothing.
If I publish books in Hong Kong again, this tax rate will never be possible.
Take your time, don’t rush.
The two formally signed the contract, and of course they had to wait for Chen Jiawei to return to Hong Kong and stamp the newspaper's seal to make it official.
Chen Jiawei left in a hurry, and Song Tangtang came again in the evening.
The girl has been going to the magazine office almost every day in the past two days.
After hearing what Fang Minghua said about signing a contract with Chen Jiawei during the day, he immediately said to him: "Minghua, go and lend me an abacus."
"Abacus?"
"Our preliminary estimate Your income." The girl said.
Oh, that’s right. Of course, Fang Minghua's dormitory didn't have such a thing, so he simply rode home and brought the old-fashioned abacus from his home.
Song Tangtang took the abacus and said: "I asked my aunt, the local price in Hong Kong for a literary book with about 200,000 words like yours is about 20 to 30 Hong Kong dollars. If calculated at 20 yuan, the sales of 100,000 copies would be 200 Ten thousand Hong Kong dollars, 11% of the royalties is 220,000 Hong Kong dollars."
Song Tangtang typed a number on the abacus with his slender fingers, and then said:
"I asked my aunt again, now. The exchange rate of Hong Kong dollars to RMB is 100 Hong Kong dollars to RMB 27.36, so let’s calculate it as 27 yuan.”
Song Tangtang held the abacus and crackled for a while, and finally came up with a number: 59,400 yuan.
“Of course you have to pay personal income tax, and you will end up earning about 47,520 yuan.” Song Tangtang finally said.
Not much.
Fang Minghua sighed after hearing this.
What a damn exchange rate
The RMB is so strong now!
Of course this is the official price, not the black market.
"Isn't your aunt in Pengcheng? Ask me how much the black market price of Hong Kong dollars is. It must be more than this." Fang Minghua said suddenly.
"Ah?! You want black market transactions?!" The girl looked at her with wide beautiful eyes, looking incredulous.
Is this strange?
Forget it.
The other party was born in a new society, grew up under the red flag, and received the most orthodox education.
Change slowly.
"I'm just asking casually, and I'm also a law-abiding citizen." Fang Minghua said with dignity.
The girl looked at him suspiciously, but said nothing.
Hey, there is really no way to trade on the black market. How about going to the Friendship Store in Huacheng or Yanjing to exchange part of the foreign exchange coupons to buy some electrical appliances?
I heard it is very cost-effective.
Of course this is something to consider later.
After the publishing rights of "The Legend of Wukong" in Xiangjiang were handed over to "Ming Pao", Fang Minghua called Xiao Dai in Shanghai to express his gratitude.
After all, I am the one who leads the way, and it seems that I am not getting any benefits.
Xiao Dai smiled on the phone and replied that you're welcome: "As a veteran editor of a magazine, I hope that more writers can go beyond the mainland and publish their works in Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan, and even abroad! ”
Look how high the quality of the older generation is.
Fang Minghua sighed secretly.
On the phone, Xiao Dai continued: "Xiao Fang, after your article "Roadside Picnic" was published, the response was pretty good. We received a lot of letters from readers, and we will also publish a copy in "Harvest" readers' letter column, have you seen it?"
"Thank you, Editor Xiao, I have seen it."
Fang Minghua really saw this letter from a reader, it's called "Go to Yiyi". "A Fantasy and Poetic Appointment in the Subtropical Rainy Season" is very beautifully written:
Rain, moss, dead wood, and stone roads, the humid and warm subtropical climate, the customs and customs of Qiannan.
At first there were a few fragmented passages that left me a little confused, but slowly the whole story came together like a puzzle. The audience thought it was about pursuit and return, but in fact it has a deeper meaning.
I think Dr. Chen Sheng, who can write poetry, is not pursuing others, but himself.
Some people say that his fragmented poems are related to the life of literature lovers, while others say they are the ravings of middle-aged men, but in fact, they may also be a kind of emotion given to the protagonist by the author.
The connection between nouns and nouns constitutes some very vague scenes, just like Chen Sheng’s dream.
What impressed me most was Chen Sheng’s fantastic encounter in Dangmai.
Through clever narration, the author transforms the original time into "the same time and space". People and events in the past, as well as Chen Sheng's own memories, all appeared in one picture.
It was also here that Chen Sheng found a way to reconcile himself with the past. The train passing by outside the window had a clock painted by Wei Wei on it, and time went backwards.
Now is the rain in late spring, let’s look at poems like rain again.
The author is a student at Yan Normal University, his name is Su Tong.
(End of this chapter)