1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 539 If You Don't Take It, How Can I Take It?
This year is the first year of Lin Weimin and Tao Huimin's marriage, and the etiquette of returning home during the Chinese New Year is indispensable. Now that the Chinese New Year holiday is three days off, Lin Weimin can only ask for two more days off at the beginning and the end. If he takes a week off, he will be delayed on the road four days.

After traveling thousands of miles back to Ruian for a year, and then back to Yanjing, he immediately returned to work.

The second issue of "Contemporary" in 90 went through intensive preparations, and it appeared in bookstores, post offices, and newsstands all over the country within a few days of going to work after the year.

Because of the breakthrough of "White Deer Plain" in the first issue of "Contemporary" this year, and the sales situation of this issue is gratifying, the editorial department is full of confidence.

Everyone has full confidence in Lin Weimin's judgment. "Contemporary" can continue to produce high-quality works with wide influence, so even if the general environment is not good, "Contemporary" can still maintain its own sales.

Just after the new year, although the holidays are gone, people still feel the energy of the year in their hearts. Lin Weimin always attends a party every other day or two.

On the tenth day of the Lunar New Year, Wang Shuo called to say that he was having a treat at the Jimen Restaurant. Lin Weimin went there only to find him and Wang Shuo.

"What's the situation? Just me?" Lin Weimin asked puzzled.

Wang Shuo was a little sluggish, and said: "There are too many people and it's noisy!"

Lin Weimin became even more curious, what kind of virtue does this thief grandson have that he doesn't know?When does he still feel rowdy?
"What's the matter? Master Shuo, are you down again?"

"Are you a dog looking down on people? Can't I pursue a simple and elegant life?" Wang Shuo said dissatisfied.

"I didn't let you pursue it. The key is that I am a bit sudden in your change, and I can't accept it for a while!" Lin Weimin joked.

The two ordered three dishes, and while waiting for the dishes, Wang Shuo talked about the reason for his treat today.

It turned out that Huayi Publishing House contacted Wang Shuo a few years ago and planned to publish a collection of novels for him. Wang Shuo's several popular novellas have just signed a publishing contract in the past few days.

"The first printing is 30 copies, and the manuscript fee is 100 yuan per thousand characters!" Wang Shuo was beaming at this point, shaking his head and tail.

Teacher Lin commented: A dog’s belly can’t store two taels of sesame oil!

"I said why didn't I see anyone else today. Dare Qingshuo is making money, and he's going to take the elegant route. I can't see so many ordinary people!" Lin Weimin joked.

"Go to hell!"

The joy in Wang Shuo's heart disappeared when Lin Weimin struck him with just a few words, "You are really good at spoiling the fun."

After joking a few words, Lin Weimin became serious, with a look of regret on his face, "It's a loss for you!"

"loss?"

"That's right, it's a loss!" Teacher Lin said firmly again.

"Why?" Wang Shuo was puzzled.

Lin Weimin's expression was probably similar to that of an old man and an old lady selling health care products, "Look, your novel collection has a maximum of 30 words, and 100 words costs 3 yuan, which is only 60 yuan. But Ma Yang at the publishing house At least five or six million yuan, calculated as royalties, is only five or six percent. Tell me, is it a loss or not?"

Wang Shuohuan opened his eyes wide and looked at Lin Weimin thinking for a while.

"It seems to be a bit of a loss!"

He asked Lin Weimin again, "When you publish abroad, the royalties are more than ten percent, right?"

Lin Weimin nodded, "Yes!"

"But our domestic publishing houses don't calculate royalties, they only pay royalties!" Wang Shuo said with a embarrassed face.

"That's why they haven't met you!" Lin Weimin put his arms around Wang Shuo's shoulders, and continued to bewitch him: "Who are you? The originator of the popular fried chicken and ruffian literature in the Chinese literary world! Count the past few years, How many times have your works been adapted? This is popular among the people, but can the sales be bad?

Just now you said how many volumes have been published? 30 volumes, right?Look, what does this mean? "

"What does it mean?" Wang Shuo asked subconsciously.

"It means that the publishing house is a good one. If they don't have confidence in the sales of your work, how dare they print 30 copies? If they don't know that this is a 100% profitable business, would they dare to do this?"

Wang Shuo pondered, what Teacher Lin said makes sense!

If you don’t make money, why do you print so much?
You earn so much money, why do you share it with me?Does it fit?

Lin Weimin's few words opened the Pandora's box in Wang Shuo's heart. When he thought that the publishing house made a lot of money from his novels, but he, the author, could only get three melons and two dates, he felt uncomfortable. The straight pump.

"But... the contract has already been signed!"

Fortunately, Wang Shuo still had a bit of rationality left, and said a little depressed.

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "I'm not telling you to find them to break the contract, but I'm just reminding you not to sell your things cheaply!"

Wang Shuo nodded, moved and said: "Wei Min, if you hadn't reminded me, I really didn't understand this."

Teacher Lin smiled benevolently, and nodded, a child can be taught.

"For the people, you should also get royalties for your novels. You can't make a lot of money abroad, but we can't make much money here, right?" Wang Shuo reminded again.

Teacher Lin took a deep look at him, can't you rely on this matter?
This has entered the 90s, and prices have skyrocketed. Comrades writers can't always earn the manuscript fees of those three melons and dates, but also have to earn some royalties.

We can't always let the publishing house eat meat and drink soup, we smell the code words!
Mr. Lin has a far-sighted vision, and it can be said that he has taken great pains in order to have a strong creative motivation for the majority of literary colleagues.

The most important thing is that the price of books has become more and more expensive in recent years, and Mr. Lin's works have to be sold!
You can't always take that meager manuscript fee, you have to be in line with international standards.

But Mr. Lin, who is highly respected, has both virtue and skill, can he take the initiative to ask about the royalties?
No, isn't that money worship?
So, Shuozi became the most suitable candidate.

What did Teacher Xuejian say?

"If you don't take it, how can I get it? If I don't take it, how can Commissioner Geng get it? If Commissioner Geng doesn't take it, how can we make progress?"

In order for Mr. Lin to take his share of the benefits, the master must take the royalties!
What Mr. Lin said, even if Jesus came, he would not be able to stop him!

A few days later, after the second issue of "Contemporary" was released, the raging power of "White Deer Plain" continued, and more than a month was far from being able to digest the shock that this novel brought to the Chinese literary world and readers.

Cheng Zaochun urged Lin Weimin to take advantage of the momentum to hold a work seminar for "White Deer Plain", but Lin Weimin had no choice but to ask the editorial department to start contacting various literary seniors and critics.

"Oops! "Dust Settled" just came to Yanjing for a seminar a few years ago, and "White Deer Plain" is coming again. It's really hard to live!"

In the office, Liu Yin started talking nonsense after making a few phone calls.

Zhu Changsheng joked: "If your colleagues in other publications hear your words, you will be pissed off to death. Other publications may not produce a work worthy of a seminar in a year. Our publication holds seminars consecutively for two months. Seminar, you are not satisfied, this is called a full man who does not know a hungry man!"

Work seminars are not activities that need to meet any rigid conditions, but there are usually some unspoken rules. For example, the work to be held must be at least widely discussed, right?At least it must be popular with readers, right?
These potential soft rules seem inconspicuous, but they actually block 99% of the opportunities for publications to hold such seminars.

If the popularity and influence of the work are not enough, the publication or the author himself insists on holding it, not to mention whether people will support it or not.
Of course, this was the end of the 80s and the beginning of the 90s. If you wait until 2000, a cat or a dog can hold a work seminar if they post a novel. This thing is not uncommon.

The editorial department of "Contemporary" just held a work seminar for "Dust Settled" in December, and it is only February, and it will hold another work seminar, this time for "White Deer Plain", which has sparked criticism in the critics and domestic literary circles. great discussion.

Different from the small-scale work seminars held by regional publications, the national top publications like "Contemporary" want to hold work seminars for works of the level of "White Deer Plain", and the specifications are naturally top-notch in China.

The interval between the two works seminars was so short, but no one raised doubts. Instead, a group of seniors and experts responded to "Contemporary".

The editorial department of "Contemporary" even received calls from some people, asking to participate in this work seminar.

This is the benefit of the work being able to convince the public.

While the editorial department of "Contemporary" was preparing for a seminar on "White Deer Plain", Cheng Zhongshi, who was far away in Xi'an, felt very distressed.

It has been more than a month since "White Deer Plain" was published, and Cheng Zhongshi was in a dream.

After finishing writing "White Deer Plain", he had nothing to do. He returned to his home in Xi'an around the Chinese New Year, ended his creative life like an ascetic monk, and planned to take a good rest for a while.

Immediately afterwards, "White Deer Plain" was published in "Contemporary" and received rave reviews.

His home was first besieged by friends from the XA City Literary Association, then people from the Provincial Literary Association, and then various reporters and readers.

He never dreamed that the first novel in his life, which he honed his sword for six years, would be so popular.

"I can't stay at home anymore, let's go back to the countryside!"

One day after the year, it was past seven o'clock in the evening when the last guest at home was sent away, Cheng Zhongshi said to his wife.

Early the next morning, the couple packed up their luggage and were about to leave for the countryside to escape to peace and quiet. Unexpectedly, a call from "Contemporary" came at this time.

"Old Cheng, there will be a seminar on the works of "White Deer Plain" next week, so hurry up and come to Beijing!"

Cheng Zhongshi was caught off guard by Lin Weimin's words, and he was even more ecstatic when Lin Weimin finished introducing the lineup of this workshop.

After writing books for so many years, it is not that he has held seminars on his works, but this is the first time that such a large journal such as "Contemporary" has held them with such a high standard.

Cheng Zhongshi really had a feeling of "an old man chatting with teenagers", and when he returned home, he unloaded all the luggage his wife was carrying, and said excitedly: "I won't go back to my hometown! Go to Yanjing!"

"Going to Yanjing? What are you doing?" asked the wife.

""Contemporary" is going to hold a work seminar for "White Deer Plain", let me go to Yanjing!" Cheng Zhongshi said a little excitedly.

The wife was excited at first, happy for a while, and then a little bit disappointed.

"You go, I will pack your things for you."

Cheng Zhongshi felt a little ashamed when he heard the words. He wrote "White Deer Plain" all these years, if he didn't have his old wife to maintain the family, how could he have such a calm mood to devote all his energy to writing?
In this military medal, she also has half of it!

"You go too!"

"Really?" His wife asked happily.

After Cheng Zhongshi blurted out, he felt a little regretful, but he still said calmly: "Really. That's fine, let's cook first!"

"Okay!" The wife went to cook happily, still muttering, "I haven't been to Yanjing for so many years..."

Cheng Zhongshi glanced at her guiltily, then returned to the office of the Cultural Association, and dialed the number of "Contemporary".

"Old Cheng, what's the matter?"

"Weimin, I need your help with something..."

If you have something to find for the people, you can't go wrong!

(End of this chapter)