For a newcomer like Yue Qingyan, this contract is quite generous. Even for some mature authors, it is a very fair contract. The company promotes the author as much as possible within its ability, but it also needs to gain its own interests. It respects the author as much as possible in terms of creation and does not set other restrictions. This attitude can usually win the author's approval.

(How to say the publishing terms in some online articles that have been accumulated by writing articles, the author has definitely not been exposed to related industries. The economic model is completely wrong. In this book, if you calculate the conditions given by the publishing company, you have to sell more than 5 million copies to equal it, and it is not just making money. God knows how many books in the publishing industry can sell more than 5 million copies now. The publishing industry in the cultural industry has always been quite hard. Now that the number of publications has changed, it is still hard to be miserable.)

The contract between the company and Yue Qingyan was three years. The other terms were not very controversial. Even Xingjie and A Yue had a dispute at the beginning, whether to give Yue Qingyan a guaranteed fee every month. Salary, consultation fees, etc., but the two did not include this clause after the discussion. The author needs to remain hungry, not only to remain hungry in creation, but also to remain hungry in finance. What if Yue Qingyan didn't work every month? It would be useless to not write any manuscripts at all. The author said that he had a card text and it was possible not to write for a few years. There are still many such people.

However, Yue Qingyan is indeed not short of money now, and he really has a long good life to live without writing. This time, the live broadcast that Mingqian made was given to him, with more than 100,000 yuan. In addition, the essay bonus for the 5 novels he wrote was given to Mingqian. There was a bonus for the essay contest, and there was a royalty after publication. Then, these novels were all worth copyright marketing. Especially "Red Rose and White Rose", which is a good theme for the period drama. The problem with "Eight Minutes of Warmth" is that it is a campus story after all, and it is not very attractive to film and television companies. According to Mingqian's communication skills, if you can hand over "Your Name" to RB for publication and then sell it back to China, plus the authorization of "Red Rose and White Rose", it will be quite profitable. Although it requires operation and it will probably take time and luck, it is not a big problem.

After signing the contract, A Yue seemed very happy. He said to Yue Qingyan: "You have a good rest today? Writing things is too expensive and it will make you exhausted. I will chat with you in a few days and I want you to write a long article."

"There are long stories, but I'm still thinking about them now. After all, I haven't written them." Yue Qingyan said: "I slept well yesterday, but I don't have to go back to make up for my sleep today. But I have to cut my hair and nails. It's really uncomfortable to have so many days before and after."

"Hahahaha, OK, let Xu Yingying take you there later. She has membership cards from several pretty good beauty salons nearby." A Yue said.

"The issue of image packaging needs to be arrested. Now we are the authors who have signed the contract, and we must attend various activities in the future." Lian Xingjie said: "Let Yingying accompany you, and then, we will find a place to have tea. Let's talk about your novel."

Yue Qingyan vaguely felt that Lianxingjie had other meanings, but it was not a bad thing anyway, so he agreed.

Xu Yingying's operation has almost become Yue Qingyan's assistant these days, but she doesn't care. Although she is a rich lady, she will handle it very well at work anyway. When Yue Qingyan cuts her hair, she also tossed her hair to pass the time.

"By the way, Jingzhe really hates you." Xu Yingying said: "The prefaces and postscripts of his short collection have been handed over to the company. He will not have any contact with the company anymore. But he spoke in the circle and said he wanted you to read it well."

"Oh? The words in the circle will be spread to you so quickly?" Yue Qingyan said: "The news is very well-informed."

"Tsk, how big is the circle? Jingzhe is very popular? Just kidding. It's just his friends. It seems like someone has no friends in the circle." Xu Yingying obviously looked down on Jingzhe.

Yue Qingyan is not that open-minded. After all, he has never been exposed to a real literary circle and does not know what kind of virtue these people are playing with. After all, he was just a writer on the Pujie Internet.

He said with some concern: "Will it be a bad thing? I'm just a newcomer."

"That Jingzhe is just an old guy. The author only recognizes the good or bad writing. If you write well but not popular, you can't live a life. This is a matter of luck. If you can help, you can help. But if you can't write something, you have to be silly and silly, then there is nothing you can do about this." Xu Yingying said bluntly: "This Jingzhe peak period is not very good either. Anyway, it's far worse than you."

Yue Qingyan himself knew the situation. If he hadn't had a super huge story library as his foundation, he would have been just a pujie author. But now, he could be considered a super shining new star.

"I understand. But it's difficult to maintain quality when writing things." Yue Qingyan had a headache. He had already thrown out the super famous article "The Soul-Broken Gun", and his life will be difficult in the future. Fortunately, there is still a lot of room for play in the tens of thousands of words and the long article.

"How did you think of a story like "The Broken Soul Gun"? We boss like it very much."

"Because, middle-aged boys always like martial arts." Yue Qingyan was a little fascinated: "But now there is no more. Look at that time, even in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, there were notes, novels and story books, all of which were talking about various heroes, some of which were reflected in the local chronicles. Looking forward, many Tang legends can also be classified as martial arts. Of course, the writing style is a bit mysterious, but overall it is still the same tone. Martial arts seemed to have disappeared suddenly by the end of the Qing Dynasty."

Yue Qingyan thought about it and added: "It's not considered disappearing. At least those heroes and the like are not so mainstream. The only one who has passed down is the Great Sword King Wu. Most of the others are inherited by a certain martial arts, saying that it is national art. In fact, when something is said to be national arts, the tone is not right. Either it is very popular or it needs protection. Table tennis is national football, but martial arts is not like this. So where does martial arts go? When fighting, it relies on guns and cannons, and martial arts can no longer defeat the enemy. So, is there any need to pass on it? The new generation will not understand that sentiment, and the skills obtained through hard training have become useless. What does this feel?"

There was something strange in his eyes. After all, the routine of the Soul-Breaking Spear is with him now.

"I believe that some people hope to pass on it but have no successors - those who are unwilling to learn, those who cannot learn, those who die in various wars. They can pass on it for generations, and then what? The next generation is more impetuous and has more convenient weapons. Is martial arts really just fighting and bodybuilding? The old people, maybe they are very unwilling."

"But I thought of another possibility: Will some people, when they see a new era coming and they cannot save themselves anyway. They do not want to restore the glory of the past. They just think that we should die and leave room for the future. Let their skills die with them."

"Martial arts and martial arts are like this. Now, in fact, many traditional skills are like this, even one industry after another. If you can't survive, some may be able to hold on for a while with remembrance, but it will eventually disappear. The times are rolling forward like this, and it will not be surprising that no one will be killed."

"When you are in it, this kind of pain is slow and firm. Because you really can't see hope. What about the little people in a big era? For a big era, everyone is just an ant. In fact, it's really a big era at all times. The wheel of history will not stop."

Yue Qingyan spoke very seriously, slowly, a little moved, but more of it was a little self-deprecating and helpless tone.

"The boss said so too." Xu Yingying said: "The publishing industry is similar. Seeing the wheel of history just rolling over. Traditional publishing is worse than one day. After entering the industry, we made two of the top ten best-selling novels in history. At that time, one book was sold for more than 2 million copies, and the first prints of good books were up to 50,000. Now? The minimum number of prints is only 8,000 to 12,000. Maybe if the price of paper increases, it will cost money. Life is not easy."

"So you are also doing copyright operation now." Yue Qingyan sighed.

"That's for sure. Otherwise, life would be impossible." Xu Yingying said: "So, I was particularly touched by "The Soul-Broken Gun". The boss said that this article can be included in the history of literature."

"Haha, just talk. Now there are fewer people who read short stories, so they don't have such influence." Yue Qingyan thought very openly. Suddenly, he thought of something: "By the way, do you want to see the Soul-Breaking Spear?"

"Oh?" Xu Yingying was shocked: "Have you really gone to study?"

Yue Qingyan said: "I don't know if it's really the Soul-Breaking Spear." He said it was rather obscure, but in fact, this skill could not make any mistakes.

"Where did it come from?" Xu Yingying was very curious.

"I learned it. It's definitely." Yue Qingyan said: "The master asked me to read it once, and then I checked countless materials, gradually copied and studied what I saw. But I didn't know if it wasn't exactly the same."

"Damn you, I'll tell the boss a little bit earlier. I'll ask the boss to change the place in the afternoon." Xu Yingying said: "It turns out that you have put in such a deep effort. No wonder you have accumulated this kind of feeling. I originally thought that you were just a saying, used to satirize the times."

"It's right to be a satirical era." Yue Qingyan scratched his head.

After Xu Yingying and Lianxingjie said that Lianxingjie sent another address: Yuanshan General Association.

"The Yuanshan always said that he would ask a few friends to drink together in the afternoon."

"Oh?" Yue Qingyan thought he was having a big fuck? He originally wanted to pretend to be a thug, but Xu Yingying thought it was the source of his creative material. But maybe this was not bad? "Where will the Far Mountain always be?"

"A club. Chinese-style courtyard. It was originally Feng Yushan's private residence. Later, he kept entertaining guests from all walks of life, so he stopped living there. It turned into a member-based club. The consumption was not high, and Feng Yushan did not make money by this. But no one really couldn't bring it in. He couldn't get in even a poor cultural level, and he couldn't get in even if he had money and status."

“Very…high-end.”
Chapter completed!