Chapter 317 316 "One Hong Kong dollar per word!"
"Hello, Mr. Luo." Fang Minghua was polite.
"Please forgive me for coming uninvited." Luo Bin also spoke politely. He saw that the room was relatively small, so he smiled and said: "Mr. Fang, it's still early, I'll ask you to go out. How about two drinks? There is a bar nearby with a nice environment.”
Fang Minghua also knew that Yi Shu brought Luo Bin here today because of the martial arts novel. He couldn’t explain it in a few words. He also wanted to know. Luo Bin agreed to his plan.
The three of them left the hotel. People were coming and going on the street, and neon lights were flashing on both sides. It was a scene of drunkenness and wealth.
Fang Minghua followed Luo Bin and Yi Shu into a bar and asked for a private room.
Compared with the hustle and bustle outside, it seems very quiet here, and a very touching Cantonese song is playing.
I don’t know if there will be an end there
I just know that the passing time will never come back
Every string of tears is accompanied by every dream
They all slipped away before they knew it
"With the Flow and Against the Flow" sung by Xu Xiaofeng.
"Mr. Fang, what would you like to drink?" Luo Bin asked.
“Whatever.”
“Have a bottle of Rémy Martin XO.”
Soon, the waiter picked up a bottle of Remy Martin and ordered Norwegian salmon and grilled oysters. The two of them started drinking, with Yi Shu still drinking.
Luo Bin didn't mince words and spoke directly to the topic:
"Mr. Fang, Yi Shu called me today to tell me that you are going to write a martial arts novel called "The Fighting Swordsman in the Snow". Come as soon as you hear it, sir, please be sure to vote for our "Martial Arts World", the manuscript fee will definitely guarantee your satisfaction."
At this point, Luo Bin paused: "One Hong Kong dollar per word"
The price is indeed not low!
Fang Minghua was surprised and put down his wine glass.
Although the current official exchange rate between Hong Kong dollars and RMB is relatively poor, 100 Hong Kong dollars can be exchanged for about 45 yuan, but if it is not converted and deposited directly in a bank in Hong Kong, it is definitely not a small amount.
Sure enough, he is much more generous than Jin Yong.
However, Fang Minghua did not agree immediately, but asked with a smile: Mr. Luo, I guess you also know that I have never written a martial arts novel, including the one you mentioned, it is just a preliminary idea. Are you sure? Can I write well? If you don't write well then, won't you suffer a loss if you pay such a high price? "
Luo Bin laughed after hearing this: "Mr. Fang, if it were someone else, I would naturally not pay such a high price, but you are different. ”
"What's the difference?"
"You are the vice chairman of the Mainland Provincial Writers Association. Your novel has won the Mao Dun Literary Award, so your writing skills are naturally outstanding."
"Those who can write serious novels may not necessarily You can write popular novels well," Fang Minghua said with a smile.
"You are right, but you have written science fiction novels, just like Ni Kuang, and your science fiction novels are better than those written by Ni Kuang!"
That's true.
Fang Minghua does not deny that the "Wesley" series written by Ni Kuang is not science fiction and is more appropriately classified as adventure novels.
"More importantly, I listened to the passage you read at the wine table, Yi Shu. It was so domineering, almost comparable to Mr. Cha's writing style! So, I am sure that you can definitely write martial arts well!"< br>
"Minghua, Mr. Luo is really sincere." Yi Shu also said next to him.
Fang Minghua pondered: "Okay, I agree."
"Okay!" Luo Bin was very happy, and the two discussed the details of the contract, and finally agreed that Fang Minghua's guarantee would be no less than For a 1 million-word novel, first write a 100,000-word draft, mail it, and then publish it.
"Mr. Fang, I know you are busy with work, just make sure you can produce 40,000 words per month." Luo Bin said his request: ""Martial Arts World" is a weekly, published every Friday, and each issue will publish 10,000 words of your novel. Of course, the first two or three issues should be serialized with more words to attract readers.”
Don’t imitate Gu Long.
I like to drag manuscripts.
However, Fang Minghua readily agreed.
Forty thousand words a month is still no problem. But Fang Minghua made a request: "You don't need to publish under your real name or pseudonym Minghua, but use a new pen name: Fenghuo."
Finally, both parties agreed to sign a formal contract tomorrow afternoon.
“When Remy Martin is opened, good things will come naturally. It seems that my bottle of Remy Martin XO is opened correctly!” Luo Bin was very happy and raised his glass.
"Mr. Fang, cheers to our cooperation!"
"Cheers!"
After finishing the drink, the three left.
Yishu was about to take a taxi home. When she was about to get into the taxi, she suddenly turned around and said to Fang Minghua: "Thank you, Minghua, for helping my brother repay Luo Bin's favor,"
Huh?
"I owe you a favor. I'll pay it back to you when I get the chance." After saying that, Yishu got into the taxi and quickly disappeared into the night.
These two brothers and sisters are quite interesting.
Fang Minghua couldn't help but shake his head.
The next day, Fang Minghua did not go shopping with him. Instead, he opened an account for himself at Standard Chartered Bank, and all future royalties and royalties were deposited into the account.
I am not in a hurry for money anyway.
After signing the contract, one day later, the five-member delegation left Xiangjiang early in the morning and returned to Pengcheng through Luohu Port.
At this time, in the office of Luo Bin, the owner of the Universal Publishing House in Sheung Wan New Street, Hong Kong, the editor-in-chief of "Martial Arts World" magazine Zheng Zheng and Luo Bin were having a fierce quarrel.
"Boss, why did you sign this contract with Fang Minghua without telling me in advance? I am the editor-in-chief and responsible for publishing the magazine!"
"The matter is urgent. I'll give you a call." He wasn't here, so I rushed over with Yi Shu," Luo Bin explained.
“But at least you have to read what he writes and then sign a contract with him. One yuan per word. This price can be higher than the remuneration of any martial arts novel writer.”
“ I told you the reason just now. I believe that the novels written by Fang Minghua are worth the price!"
"Believe it? You believe the words of a person who has never written a martial arts novel!" Zheng Zheng laughed angrily.
He did not expect that Luo Bin, who had always been steady, would make such a reckless move.
“Boss, are you betting?”
Looking at Zheng Zheng’s aggressive eyes, the good-tempered Luo Bin couldn’t help but said loudly:
“Yes. , Lao Zheng, I am betting, can’t I not bet? If this continues, our "Martial Arts World" will be finished!"
"Liang Yusheng has stopped writing novels like Jin Yong, and Wo Longsheng has not written novels. , went to China Television to work as a TV screenwriter and producer. ”
"Sima Ling finished writing "Jade Hook Slope", and another "The Lonely Sword" was not finished in the end and even the people disappeared. Liu Canyang has been injured and has been away from home for the past two years to recover. Who else do you think we have?
< br>"Who else? ! "
Seeing Luo Bin getting angry, he solemnly lowered his voice: "Don't we still have Zhuge Qingyun and Murong Mei? "
"Yes. There are still these two people who contribute to us, but you haven't noticed that their condition and writing power are not as good as before, and their peak period has long passed. "At this point Luo Bin sighed deeply.
"Looking at Jin Yong's side, although Jin Yong has already closed the book, there are Ni Kuang, Huang Ying, and now Wen Ruian suddenly appears, and the limelight is almost as high as that of that year. Gu Long, do you think I can stop being impatient? ”
"Ni Kuang is such a rebel!"
When the name Ni Kuang is mentioned, Zheng Zheng gets angry.
It was his boss who made him famous, but after he became famous, he fell into the arms of his opponent!
"Okay, let's not talk about him anymore." Luo Bin was a little tired and sat on the boss's chair: "This time Yishu tried his best to win over Fang Minghua to contribute to us. I know that I want to repay his brother's debt to me."
"Yishu is a loving woman, which his brother cannot compare to." He nodded solemnly: "I just hope that Yishu is not wrong about the person."
"I also hope... I saw the right person." Luo Bin closed his eyes and murmured.
(End of this chapter)