Chapter 207 Director Wu’s Treat
But Zhao Hongjun wouldn’t pay for it.
Not to mention now, but throughout the 1980s and 1990s, if you look at domestic martial arts books, which one was authorized by Jin Yong to give royalties to others?
They are all pirated copies!
The country only joined the "Universal Copyright Convention" in the early 1990s.
Of course, there is also a special case. I don’t know which publishing house published "The Book of Swords and Enmities".
Don’t join in the fun yourself.
Zhao Hongjun and Song Tangtang are still settling scores.
“If we follow Brother Red Army’s idea and print 100,000 sets, it will cost at least about 312,000 yuan. Plus the company rent and employee wages, I think it will be at least 350,000 yuan.” Song Tangtang Report a data.
Zhao Hongjun nodded with satisfaction: "It's pretty much what I thought, Minghua? Half per person? An investment of 350,000 can earn 400,000, how about that?"
Fang Minghua laughed, "How can 100,000 sets be enough? If you want to play, go bigger and print at least 300,000 sets!"
"300,000 sets?!" Zhao Hongjun was shocked when he heard this.
“While there are still few Jin Yong’s books in the mainland market, print more quickly. When the publishing houses are liberalized later, it will not be so easy to make money.”
“Okay! That’s it! It’s up to you, 300,000 sets!” Zhao Hongjun slapped the table; “Just do it!”
“Red Army, do you have enough funds? ?" Fang Minghua thought of a question and asked with concern: "If it's not enough, I'll lend you some."
"Lending you money to do business with you? Don't tell me that I really can't open my mouth." Zhao Hongjun said, "It doesn't matter, I'll go find a bank for a loan! I know a few presidents, and besides, they won't even look at me. It also depends on my dad’s face, right?”
After the matter was finished, Zhao Hongjun was about to pack up the stack of martial arts books and leave, but heard Fang Minghua say: “Wait a minute.”
< br>"These are all traditional Chinese characters. Who are you going to find to write and translate them into the simplified Chinese version first?" Fang Minghua suddenly thought of a question.
"I have also arranged this and am going to hand it over to the Chencang Social Sciences magazine to help translate it into a simplified version. Doesn't the state now require prefecture-level publications to be responsible for their own profits and losses? They have also come out to take over the job." Zhao Hongjun explained.
“However, the price is not cheap, a book costs 2,000 yuan.”
"Red Army, there's no need to go to such trouble. We can find someone who doesn't pay for it. This can save costs." Fang Minghua said with a smile.
Zhao Hongjun was surprised when he heard this.
“These days, who doesn’t need money to work for free?”
“You go to the university to find some college students who study Chinese and let them read these books for free, but there is one condition. There are definitely people who would like to copy it out from traditional Chinese characters, but the students are about to go on vacation now."
"Oh, Minghua, you are smart, just do as you say! I can still find people during the holidays! ”
Zhao Hongjun rushed away happily, leaving Fang Minghua and Song Tangtang alone in the room.
The girl looked at him blankly, as if the proletarian worker was looking at the evil capitalist.
Fang Minghua coughed dryly, picked up the magazine and pretended to read it.
Song Tangtang was silent for a while, and finally said: "Minghua, is it a bit too risky to invest so much at once?"
"Don't worry, as long as the book can be printed, it will be sold. Get out." Fang Minghua put down the magazine and looked at the girl and said, "Don't underestimate the Red Army, let alone his father. What others think is difficult is just a word for him and his son."
Song Tangtang nodded silently after hearing this.
"Tangtang, you have to do a good job with your financial accounts. Don't let him evade taxes, do those crooked things, and take advantage of small things. He may suffer big losses in the future."
"I understand, don't worry."
"You can transfer the investment funds directly when the time comes." Fang Minghua said, taking out a passbook from the drawer and handing it to the girl.
The above is my royalties and royalties in the past few years. Except for the royalties and royalties from the United States, which Sun Lizhe has kept in overseas accounts, those in Xiangjiang, Baodao, and Japan are basically here.
Not much, just over 1.2 million.
When it comes to setting up a company and preparing to print martial arts novels, Zhao Hongjun is responsible for it. Sometimes Song Tangtang follows him to help, but Fang Minghua doesn't worry about it. In this regard, Zhao Hongjun, who has been in the officialdom, is definitely more expert than himself.
When I entered the twelfth lunar month gate, I felt that the time passed very quickly. The New Year atmosphere on the streets was getting stronger and stronger. The employees in the unit were not interested in working. They were busy with work. They often Skip away to do things at home.
It’s like this these days.
The January journal has been published, and the ten poems in the February poetry group have all been reviewed and approved. They are just waiting for typesetting and printing, and there is nothing else going on at work.
Now, he is sitting in his office, drinking tea and reading a poem that will be published in the February journal.
"Summer Sun"
Summer
If there were no shoemakers on this street
I went barefoot
Standing in the sun and watching the sun
I thought of children born during the day
It must be intentional
Written by Haizi of.
Since Fang Minghua went to Yanjing to find Haizi in April last year, the other party has mailed four or five new poems one after another, and Fang Minghua has basically approved them.
This song "Summer" was probably sent by Haizi before the winter vacation. After seeing it, Fang Minghua immediately asked Zhao Muchun to arrange for publication without saying a word.
He appreciated a few sentences in it very much:
You come to the human world
You want to see the sun
Walking on the street with your sweetheart
What a warm and beautiful writing!
What a pity for him.
Hey.
Fang Minghua couldn't help but shake his head.
At this moment, the phone on the desk rang. Fang Minghua picked up the phone and said, "I'm Fang Minghua, who is this?"
"Minghua, I'm Wu Tianmin."
A strong Guanzhong voice came from the microphone.
Fang Minghua laughed: "Brother Wu, no, I should call you Director Wu now."
"Look what you said, don't I want to call you Editor-in-Chief Fang?"
Both of them laughed.
"What has Brother Wu been busy with recently?" Fang Minghua asked.
“Busy! Ever since I became the director of this studio, I have had a lot of troubles. I haven’t made a single movie this year, which is annoying!”
“But your West Film Studio last year You have produced six films, and your film "Life" won the Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers Joy Award, and your film "Silent Xiaoli River" won the second prize for the Ministry of Culture's Outstanding Film. Are these achievements not due to you as the director? "
"Haha, Minghua, you are really good at talking. Are you free tonight? I want us to get together and celebrate the New Year in advance. I also invited Lu Yao and Pingwa."
"Okay. .It’s been a long time since we met. Where?”
“Mayday Hotel, half past six in the evening!”
“Okay, I’ll be there on time.”
Fang Minghua. Hang up the phone.
Since Wu Tianmin was appointed as the director of Xiying Film Studio last year, he has suddenly become a very busy man. In addition to filming the movie "Life", he also has a lot of things waiting for him in the unit. Fang Minghua rarely sees him, let alone parties. .
What happened today?
Is there anything else?
Just when Fang Minghua was thinking wildly, in the office of the director of Xiying Film Studio, Wu Tianmin said to a very simple-looking young man with a small crew cut: "Minghua and the others agreed, tonight you and I'll go with you."
The young man was a little frightened: "Director Wu, isn't this appropriate? You are inviting big writers, how can I, a small photographer, have the nerve to sit with you for dinner? ”
(End of this chapter)