“The road!”

Jiang Dongliang looked at Guo Da Road, "You said that in a month, you will write this more than one million "shot carving hero", although I am a little unbelieving, but still forced to believe, after all, this book has been written by you, but also written well."

He smiled, "Me and Lao He are here today, and I am not talking to you about the timing and speed of writing this book, but we are mainly here to talk about the remuneration of this book!"

He Chunsheng nodded on the side: "Yes, you just write this in an hour, we can't care?"Let's talk about the pay today."

The two of them did not doubt whether Guo Dalu was the author of the book of shooting carving, but felt that the five or three coarse Guo Road in front of them liked to brag, and the technical content was too low, and the blown kraft belonged to the embarrassment of blowing.

Write a high-quality long one month?

What are you kidding about?It would be strange if they both believed it.

The key is that Guo Dalu does not know that they do not believe in themselves, in terms of heart, he really feels that his hand is too slow.

But he also did not want to think that the author wrote a book that was a life-thirving photo, and his "writing" this is not a book but a copy.

If you write a copy, can it be the same speed?

But Guo Dalu's thinking is obviously different, belonging to single-celled animals, he now really used his copy as a book, and he does not know when this misunderstanding can be solved.

And he also preconceived that he thought that writing books was too hard, which was much more tired than selling pork, and laborious and laborious.

Although he is flexible, he rarely plays the computer, typing is very slow, and after a book is finished, he feels that the whole person is out of the skin.

Like selling pork, as long as the pork is pulled into the vegetable market, it is sold out in one morning, and it does not delay your own practice of drinking.

Now I heard that the two people were a little disbelief in their own speed between the words, and the two of them meant that they were writing books as if they were writing too fast, Guo Dalu was surprised and thought to himself, "Is it still too fast to write a book like me?"

But this thought was only lost in his mind, and then another thought arose: "I type so slowly, how can it be regarded as writing fast?"I must have misunderstood!”

He still compares typing speed to creative speed.

But now I heard that the two people stepped into the subject, it is their most concerned about the remuneration, Guo Da Lu when he climbed up, and immediately threw the question of the speed of writing the book to the back of his mind.

He opened his eyes and said, “Say, how much do you give this book?”

Guo Da Lu's face was excited, "I will tell you, as long as the price is right, I have similar books in my mind, and there are more!"

Now in the heart of Guo Dalu, anyway, there are many things in his own brain to die, they are about to burst their minds, and they may not be able to use up in a lifetime, and it is right to quickly change into money.

As long as the price is right, one word: sell!

He does not care what literary value and spiritual food needs these high things, he is essentially a rough man, and now he writes books to make some money and spend it.

Jiangdong Liu saw Guo Da Lu heard the manuscript when he heard the manuscript, his eyes simply wanted to let out the light, just like the hungry tiger that had not eaten meat for more than ten years, couldn't help but startled, "The road, we can't be Sven a little, we are a good author!" 」

“The birds!”

Guo Dalu did not care about the author's two words, "Who said that the author should have Sven?"Nine out of ten Sven's guys are a bad stomach, Sven scum, Sven scum, these are these guys!"

He said to the two people in Jiangdongliu: "You should say let me be civilized!"

Jiang Dongliu two face mother sold approval, "These two words have a huge difference in meaning?" 」

Jiang Dongliu and He Chunsheng have always been self-prospy for Sven people, and now Guo Dalu "Sven scum" "Sven scum class" said so, suddenly feel that everything is wrong.

Jiang Dongliu looked at Guo Da Road and said, “Isn’t it often beaten when you used to go to school?”

Although Guo Dalu people are rude, but the brain is very smart, listening to Jiang Dongliang's tone is not right, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!Old Man, am I a little sad to talk?Don't worry, I am like this, I often explode, are used to it, in fact, my heart is still very civilized and pure!"

Jiang Dongliu: “...”

He Chunsheng: “...”

Jiang Dongliu did not dare to delay the time, took the briefcase from He Chunsheng's hand, and said to Guo Da Road: "Yes, the road."We read your book, very good, but you are a newcomer after all, and the price of the work can only be given to you according to the highest standards of the newcomer."

He smiled and said, “Mr. White, you should know?”

“White face?”

Guo Da Lu looked curiously at Jiangdong and nodded, “I don’t know!”

Jiang Dongliu: “...”

“Nima, you don’t know what your head is?”

Jiang Dongliang couldn't laugh bitterly, "The road, you write martial arts, even Mr. Bai Qingyan did not know?"

Guo Dao said very seriously: “I really don’t know!”

He Chunsheng couldn't help but say: "Mr. Guo, Mr. Bai Qingyan is writing martial arts, known as the martial arts in the thaido class, since you are also the author of the martial arts, it is reasonable to understand this old man in the industry ah."

Guo Dalu corrected He Chunsheng's words, "I am a person who sells pork, and I write martial arts purely to make money, why do I understand him?"

He Chunsheng: “...”

He said, "Mr. Guo, you are now a writer, it is better to know the peers in the circle, after all, you may have to deal with them later."

Guo Dalu waved disapprovingly: "No matter what he is, let's still go on the bill."

His biggest concern now is the cost of the book.

It is not Guo Da Lu's wealth, he really lacks money in the family.

The so-called money is difficult to defeat the hero man, his father Guo Kaishan is not good for a day, and his family's expenses cannot be reduced in one day.

If like other people who sell pork, in order to make money, they will definitely sell some water-infused pork, dead pork, and what makes their fortunes, but Guo Dalu is very strict, straight for people, and will not do such bad conscience things, with his ability, a day can only sell a hundred pounds of assured meat, more meat source is insufficient supply.

He is currently short of money.

The key this guy is short of money, but also very face, kill not willing to borrow money from relatives and friends, his father Guo Kaishan than he is still thin, borrowing money things never open, and Wang Chunmei's retirement salary can only be the family's living expenses.

In a family like theirs, the family is in peace, and once there is a patient, the day must be tight to die.

Now the burden of the family is on Guo Da Road, and he naturally has a desperate desire for money.

If he had not suddenly had such a strange memory in his mind and thought of writing a book to make money, he would have gone to the black market from his parents to fight black, which was also a way to make money.

Seeing that Guo Dalu was so urgent for the remuneration, Jiang Dongliu laughed and said, “Well, long story short.”Mr. Bai Qingyan's remuneration is 100 yuan per thousand words, and as a new author, the maximum preferential margin we have won for you is 70 yuan.

"This shot carving, the word number is one hundred and two hundred thousand, the manuscript fee is 84,000 yuan, we will make up an integer for you, is 85,000 dollars, what do you think?"

“What?”

Guo Da Lu's eyes bulged and shouted loudly: "85,000?!"

Jiang Dong saw his surprised expression, very embarrassed: "The road, we are acquaintances, I do not hide from you."In my opinion, this book is worth 800,000 yuan, but you are a newcomer after all, and our publishing house is also a little nervous financially, so there is only so much, if you are not satisfied, then we can't do it."

Guo Dalu's surprised expression was closed and hurriedly said: "Satisfied, satisfied, very satisfied!"85,000 is a lot!”

He is now shallow in his eyelids, and 80,000 yuan is already a huge income for him, not to mention that this book is only the result of his one month's labor.

Jiang Dongliu knew that he had just been surprised by the cost of the manuscript, rather than giving less, suddenly relieved, smiled: "Our president is actually very intentional about the copyright of your book, I don't know if you have the intention to sell the copyright to us?"If we want, we can bid 50,000 for the copyright!”