The heavens set sail from the courtyard

Chapter 304
Ever since Wang Gang introduced Wu Sansheng, editor of Xiangjiang Publishing House, to Feng Huacheng, he has devoted himself to imitating Wang Gang and making money by writing novels.

It's a pity that in writing this kind of thing, talent is very important, and experience is more important.

Feng Huacheng has no experience in writing martial arts novels, and even thinks such themes are vulgar. With such a mentality, what good works can be written.

In the past three years, Feng Huacheng submitted several manuscripts to Wu Sansheng one after another, but all of them were rejected without exception.

Because of the inconvenient communication between the two sides of the strait, it takes a month to receive each letter, and another month to wait for a reply, and two months to go back and forth. Waiting has become a torment.

It was Feng Huacheng's first submission, and he was still very confident. He felt that writing vulgar martial arts novels with his own writing style was like killing a chicken with a bull's knife, and Wu Sanxing would definitely be satisfied.

He has even imagined that when he makes money from the publication of his novels, he can rent a bigger house, let his wife show off, and then take his daughter to live with him.

As a result, after waiting for two months, Feng Huacheng was completely dumbfounded when he received Wu Sansheng's reply.

Wu Sanxing's reply letter contained a lot of content and was very polite between the lines. After complimenting Feng Huacheng's writing style, he politely rejected his novel.

The reason is that the content of the novel is too empty to fit the market, and the review failed.

The failure to submit the manuscript this time was a great blow to Feng Huacheng. He knew that his brother-in-law succeeded in submitting the manuscript for the first time, and the manuscript fee was not low.

Why can't it be my turn?
For this reason, Feng Huacheng doubted himself for a long time, and Zhou Rong couldn't stand it anymore, so he secretly showed Wang Gang the manuscript of his novel, hoping that he could give him some advice.

After Wang Gang read what Feng Huacheng wrote, he also understood the reason for his failure.

Feng Huacheng's novels are actually well written. Wang Gang can see that he put his heart into it, but it's a pity that he put it in the wrong place.

"You show me Feng Huacheng's manuscript, does he know?" Wang Gang asked Zhou Rong after reading the manuscript.

"He doesn't know, I took it secretly." Zhou Rong said.

Wang Gang understands, Feng Huacheng must know, what can be hidden from Feng Huacheng with Zhou Rong's brain.

Feng Huacheng couldn't save face and came to him, so he asked Zhou Rong to come forward.

"Go back and tell Feng Huacheng that the novels he wrote are too artistic and not suitable for the mainstream market of Xiangjiang." Wang Gang sighed.

"It's too literary, no way! I've seen it. Your brother-in-law's words and sentences are very good. Isn't literary works not literary?" Zhou Rong asked puzzled.

Wang Gang shook his head and said: "There are also many kinds of literary works. Most of the readers of martial arts novels are ordinary people, and they need to be suitable for the general public. The words and expressions are too literary, which makes people feel alienated and ungrounded. "

"What is down-to-earth?" Zhou Rong asked again.

Wang Gang said impatiently: "The protagonist in Feng Huacheng's novel is not like a hero of the rivers and lakes, but like a frail scholar. Let him change it."

Regarding Feng Huacheng's matter, Wang Gang was not too concerned, and sent Zhou Rong away with a few words.

After Zhou Rong went back and told Feng Huacheng what Wang Gang had said, he thought about it for two days, changed the original novel, and then sent it to Wu Sansheng.

Two months later, Feng Huacheng received a reply from Wu Sansheng, and the manuscript was returned again, this time because the novel was too bland and the plot was without any ups and downs.

Feng Huacheng was depressed again for several days, then thought hard and revised again.

In this way, Feng Huacheng's manuscripts were returned again and again, not only his self-confidence was severely hit, but even Wu Sansheng became a little impatient, and went directly to the capital to meet Feng Huacheng.

Wu Sansheng came to the capital not only because of Feng Huacheng, but also because of Wang Gang.

It has been three years since the publication of Shooting Condors, and it has set off a sales myth in many places in Southeast Asia, especially in the Xiangjiang area, which has directly sold 500 million sets in the past three years.

In the contract signed between Wang Gang and the publishing house, if the sales volume of Shooting Condors is 200 million sets per year for three consecutive years, Wang Gang's copyright share will be 20%.

Today, the total sales volume of Shooting Condors is 900 million sets, far exceeding the contract standard. The publishing house has to give Wang Gang 20% ​​of the share, and the deduction cost is nearly 300 million yuan.

This is only the first share. As the sales of Shooting Condor in Southeast Asia continue to increase, Wang Gang's share will only increase.

The main purpose of Wu Sansheng's visit to the capital this time is not only to send money to Wang Gang, but also to discuss the publishing conditions of the second "Sculpture of the Condors".

With the popularity of Shooting Condors, many people are thinking about Wang Gang.

Wu Sansheng came to Wang Gang with great sincerity this time, and directly offered 25% of the price, and there was no sales requirement.

This share ratio is rare in Xiangjiang, let alone a mainland author.

Wang Gang didn't make things difficult for Wu Sansheng, and directly signed the contract, agreeing to the publication of Shendiao.

There was a sudden increase of 300 million in the account, which was still foreign exchange, and Wang Gang suddenly drifted away, but at the same time he also discovered a problem.

He has money but can't spend it.

In 80, the whole country had just started to reform and open, and there were very few households with 300 yuan. Wang Gang had more than [-] million in his account, but there were not many places where the money could be used.

There is no way to buy or sell houses, let alone cars, and there is no way to buy them if you have money.

Other expenses at home do not use so much money.

"Mr. Zhou, are you worried about how to spend money?" Wu Sansheng is a person who is very good at observing words and expressions, and he immediately noticed Wang Gang's

Of distress.

"Mr. Wu, do you have any suggestions?" Wang Gang asked.

Wu Sanxing said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, have you considered buying a property in Xiangjiang? If you have the opportunity to develop with us in the future."

Wang Gang's eyes lighted up, houses in the mainland cannot be bought and sold, but Xiangjiang can!

At this time, Xiangjiang's economy just started to take off, and the house price was not as scary as it was later. It was about 60 to 30 per square meter, and a small apartment of [-] square meters was only [-] million.

"If Mr. Zhou intends to invest in Xiangjiang real estate, I can help, even if it is just moving to live, it will be no problem, and our publishing house will handle all the procedures." Wu Sanxing said with a smile.

Now that Wang Gang is the cash cow of the publishing house, Wu Sansheng must be courteous.

When leaving Xiangjiang, the president told Wu Sansheng to meet all Wang Gang's requirements, except for the share ratio, everything else is easy to talk about.

Wang Gang thought about it, and it was better to move to Xiangjiang. He was willing to go, but Li Suhua and Zheng Juan probably wouldn't either.

It is a good choice to invest in real estate.

There is still a lot of room for appreciation in the value of Xiangjiang houses. Although it is not as exaggerated as a courtyard house, it is also a guarantee for children in the future.

Wang Gang doesn't want to do business in this life, but he always wants to leave some assets to his descendants. Investing in real estate is also a way to make money, which is better than leaving money in the bank to rot.

"Then trouble Brother Wu, help me keep an eye on Xiangjiang real estate. My requirements are not high. The most important thing is a good location for a house of fifty or sixty square meters. Give me five sets first."

Wu Sanxing suddenly had the illusion that Wang Gang was not buying a house, but vegetables.

"Okay, brother Zhou, leave this matter to me, and I will definitely handle it for you."

After the two exchanged cups, Wu Sansheng mentioned Feng Huacheng again.

"Brother Zhou! Your brother-in-law, Feng Huacheng, has been embarrassing me recently!" Wu Sanxing said with a bitter face.

"What's the matter, his novel failed again." Wang Gang laughed.

Wu Sansheng smiled wryly and said: "Yes! This is already the fifth time, and the president even has opinions on me. No newcomer writer can have five chances, usually if he can't pass two, our publishing house will not consider it again.

If it wasn't for your sake, I would have cut off contact with your brother-in-law long ago. "

"Can you persuade your brother-in-law to listen to my opinion, he is really not suitable for writing martial arts, let's try another subject." Wu Sanxing said.

"I won't get involved in your affairs, and you don't have to worry about my face." Wang Gang said indifferently.

Wu Sansheng heard something else from Wang Gang's words.

"Is it really okay? He is your brother-in-law after all!"

Wang Gang shook his head and said, "Don't think too much about our relationship, just do whatever you want."

What Wu Sansheng was waiting for was Wang Gang's words.

Later, Wu Sansheng approached Feng Huacheng directly, expressing the affirmation of his writing style by the publishing house, but he was really not suitable for the theme of martial arts, and advised him to change the theme to write.

Wu Sansheng also brought Feng Huacheng three novels with new themes, and suggested that he imitate them and try to write such novels.

Feng Huacheng almost flipped the table over immediately.

What Wu Sansheng brought is that kind of eclectic novel, isn't that a shame?

But in the end Feng Huacheng didn't lift the table, but silently put the three books into the bag.

No matter how strong the literati are, they have to face the reality. There is no way to change the strength of character for money.

Feng Huacheng returned home with a complicated expression, and read all three novels, blushing every time he read it, but every time he forcibly suppressed the humiliation in his heart and forced himself to read it.

Once Zhou Rong was curious about what Feng Huacheng was reading, and secretly took a copy to read, but she jumped up angrily after reading a few pages.

"Feng Huacheng, what do you think of such shameless things!"

(End of this chapter)