Chapter 149 Translation and Living
How did Chief Editor Gao pass on the message? !
First complaining in his heart, Vice President Shimame felt that he was unlucky to have such a friend, so he continued, "Our Xinxing Publishing House must have paid a relatively high royalty rate."
"Teacher Xiao Gu has published "The Little Prince", so he should be relatively clear about the market price." Dao Mei said, "I won't say more. The current trump card in the mystery novel circle is Guima Xing, Her "Lu Jin Detective Series" has very high sales and is known as the Agatha of China. She can get 13% of the royalties——"
I have never heard of the name of Agatha of China, but don't delay. Gu Lu understood the meaning of the vice president's words.
Since the sales volume of the domestic leader in reasoning is only 13%, then don’t even think about exceeding the ceiling.
“We come here with sincerity, Xinxing Publishing House is willing to contribute 11%.” Shimaimei said, “The first printing of "Mr. Holmes" is 80,000 copies."
"It is indeed the case. It’s a good price, I’d like to consider it again,” Gu Lu said.
"...Okay, if Teacher Xiao Gu has any questions, you can call me at any time." Dao Mei paused after hearing this, "The Midnight Library Series compiled by our Xinxing Publishing House is very popular in the mystery novel circle. , the reputation is still very good. "
If the author said it was too low, he had more than a hundred ways to respond, but directly saying to think about it left Shimamei speechless.
After hanging up the phone, Dao Mei sat on the sofa for a long time without moving, as if she was petrified.
"I hope I can win 11%. With the quality of "Mr. Holmes", it will definitely be profitable." Shimamei said in her heart.
12% may be more stable, but if it is 12%, the publishing house will make less money. Daomei still wants a win-win situation.
What is a win-win situation for deputy editor-in-chief Dao? You win less, let me win more.
On the other side of the phone line, Gu Lu was sitting in front of the computer, typing away, writing a new serial work, Liu Cixin's science fiction short story...
After maintaining the typing movement for about half an hour, Gu Lu stood up in a weird posture and felt pain in his waist, but he quickly recovered after twisting.
“It’s good to be young.” Gu Lu sighed and saw the time, half past ten.
We had plenty of time and could rest for a while. Gu Lu chose to take a look at his Penguin. He had to mention Gu Lu’s advantages.
I know that I am not concentrating on writing, so I am disconnected from the Internet when coding. Anyway, the books synthesized by Golden Finger appear directly in my mind, and there is no need to look up information.
When the network is connected, the news about the editor in charge of the reasoning of time and the news about the junior high school class group pop up.
[Han Zang: Good news, Teacher Xiao Gu, your translation of the Akechi Kogoro series of short stories is on the waiting list. I never thought it would go so smoothly. After communication, the neon magazine "FAUST" has sent a translator named Anshan Yixiong. He has been engaged in translation for a long time and is quite professional. ]
[Han Zang: I will send you his email number so that you can confirm some details. ]
This is really good news. Gu Lu thanked him and copied the email sent by the editor.
"@yahoo.co.jp, this suffix seems to be a Yahoo mailbox, right?" Gu Lu used to use Penguin mailbox.
After thinking for a while, Gu Lu applied for a NetEase email address for himself and bound his mobile phone number.
The main reason is that I heard that when using Penguin mailbox to send overseas, the mail will often not be sent and the mail will be swallowed.
[Hello Mr. Anshan, I am the author of "The Walker on the Ceiling", "The Incredible Crime of Dr. Muro" and "The D Banpo Murder Case". If you have any questions about the translation of the article, you can Email communication. ]
"No problem, right? Yes, no problem!" Gu Lu affirmed himself, and then sent the email.
It is definitely impossible for the other party to reply. There is an hour time difference between Tokyo time and China time. It is already half past eleven over there.
"Akechi Kogoro has conquered all Neon readers on Earth, and there are even countless comics and novels that pay tribute." Gu Lu thought to himself, "I don't know, what would it be like in another world?"
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Edogawa Ranpo is known as the "Father of Neon Mystery Novels", and together with Takagi Harimitsu, Morimura Seiichi, Sano Hiroshi, and Yokomori Masashi, they are also known as the five tigers in the mystery literary world (there is no Yokomori Masashi in the parallel world).
Ranpo has a reputation as the founder on Earth. There is another person who is the father of neon mystery novels in the parallel world, and the influence of his work will definitely decline. But in the same way, Parallel World also doesn’t have Luanbu’s weird heavy-tongued style works. Not all neon people like that...
No one can predict how big of a storm it will cause. .
At half past eleven, Gu Lu went to bed on time and wrote about two thousand words today.
I often dreamed when I was not moving, but rarely dreamed about anything after I moved. Today was also a dreamless night.
In winter, the coldness of the foggy city is also revealed.
Unlike the physical attacks of the cold air in the north, fog is a magical attack. No matter how much you wear it, you can feel the cold and wet air.
"I really don't want to leave the bed. If it doesn't work, let's talk to President Dao of Xinxing Publishing House and get it done quickly so that we can study at night." Gu Lu shook his head and washed up.
Wash your face with warm water, but brush your teeth with cold water from the faucet... He has the illusion that his teeth are about to fall.
The cold air hit his face, and Gu Lu even had the idea of simply agreeing to 11%. His original idea was 12%.
This book is not without purpose. President Jian promised that if the next book is a fairy tale, it will have 14-15%, and if it has other themes, it will have 13%.
“Our children’s publishing house mainly publishes children’s literature, so the promotion channels for other types of books are weak.” President Jian said this, which is very good.
Bad news: there is light rain.
Good news: It's Friday.
Friday is as valuable to the students as Krabby Patty is to the ruffian bosses, especially the boarding students.
Look at Panda (Wei Jiao) and the King of Pen Spins. When they were in physical education class, they both ran harder than before.
Everyone has a home, I feel homesick, and it’s good to have a harbor for my soul.
The No. 8 Middle School was okay. Gu Lu heard that some high schools were closed and they could only go home once a month.
Of course not everyone wants to go home that much, Qi Caiwei doesn’t want to go home that much. Every Friday, her emotions always show turbulence in her calmness, and her smile shrinks a lot.
"Gu Lu, I found a business that makes me rich. Do you want to hear about it?" Wei Jiao said.
"Come on, if you could get rich, would you still call me?" Gu Lu didn't believe it.
"I found out. Your meal card is a faculty card. It has discounts. Not only does it have a cheap price, but the aunt in the cafeteria will pay a lot more. I will give you the meal money and you will pay for me. Then we are not A win-win situation?" Wei Jiao said, "Then I will help you attract customers, and we will capture the price difference."
"..." Gu Lu looked at Wei Jiao, whose eyes were shining with gold coins, "You are really a good person. Genius."
"Then have you ever thought about how I got this faculty meal card?" Gu Lu asked. Looking at the other party, he shook his head and said directly, "It's a benefit given to me by the school. I don't put any money into it."
"You can eat without paying, and you saved the world?" Wei Jiao's eyes widened, and her young mind was greatly shocked.
(End of this chapter)