"Hello, my grandfather!"

Seeing Old Man Yu coming over, Cui Jun immediately stepped forward to say hello. He knew very well in his heart that the level of the sanatorium here. No one of the old men who could live here could provoke him. The descendants and old subordinates could easily suppress him into scum. So from the beginning of entering the sanatorium, Cui Jun put his attitude very low, very low.

"Well, what are you doing?"

"What's the name of the old leader?"

"My surname is Yu, just call me Lao Yu or Old Man Yu!"

"I dare not, I dare not, Mr. Yu, that's right. I'm from Changjiang Publishing House. Our publishing house responded to the call... Are you interested in writing an autobiography?"

Hearing Cui Jun's words, Lao Yu shook his head: "Autobiography, forget it, I don't know much big words. After the liberation, all the people who went to the military academy to study were returned to the teacher!"

Cui Jun did not give up. It was indeed a bit difficult for the older generation to write autobiography. After all, the older generation is old and there is no energy to write autobiography. Cui Jun immediately smiled and said, "You don't need to write it yourself. We will have special people around you. You only need to tell stories. We will modify and process the original work. At that time, you will use your name and there is a royalty fee. What do you think, old man?"

After hearing this, Lao Yu still waved his hand. If it were ten years ago, Lao Yu often talked about the past and kept talking about his old comrades and old friends back then, but as he got older, all the surviving old comrades left one by one, Lao Yu was unwilling to recall the past. Most of the elderly in the sanatorium also had this idea. They had already told their younger generations what they should say.

"Forget it, I, the old man, have nothing to say!"

Hearing Mr. Yu's words, Cui Jun showed a look of disappointment on his face, but it quickly flashed away. He then took out his business card: "Old Mr. Yu, when did you want to write, call me. This is my business card. You have experienced a lot in your life. It would be a pity not to write anything, just one sentence..."

Lao Yu put away his business card and looked at Cui Jun: "I don't plan to write an autobiography anymore, but my grandson grew up listening to me telling stories and wrote a novel, which is also a military theme. I wonder if you are interested!"

Hearing Lao Yu's words, Cui Jun understood why the old man took the initiative to lean over. It turned out that he was planning to sell his grandson to himself. Cui Jun sighed in his heart, "Old man, we want your autobiography, not your grandson. Even if your grandson listens to you, he has never participated in the battle. What can he write?"

But even so, Cui Jun did not show it. He still had a smile on his face and pretended to be surprised: "Really? Yes, when will your grandson come? Give me a call, I will come and check it out, or you can give him my phone number, we can contact him privately!"

Hearing Cui Jun's words, Lao Yu waved his hand: "No, that kid happened to send the novel today. If you are interested, go with me to read it. I just read it in the afternoon. That kid wrote it well!"

"Okay, no problem!"

Although Cui Jun refused in his heart, he agreed. Outside, he was the editor-in-chief of the Dangdang Yangtze Publishing House. Here, as long as he was an old man, he would not dare to offend him!

Soon Cui Jun followed Lao Yu to his room. Cui Jun looked at the room, a single room of more than 50 square meters. He had a judgment on Lao Yu's identity, at least he was a general-level figure, otherwise it would be impossible to have such a large single room to live in.

Cui Jun has been to many nursing homes and is very clear about how to live in different rooms at different levels in the nursing home. After entering the room, his smile became even more intense. Although he didn't know what the books were like for the old man, if he could set up a thread with the old man, there might be some unexpected benefits. Not to mention Cui Jun's reality, this is the world.

"Xiao Cui, you two are there, I'll get you books!" After that, he entered the bedroom and took out the sword that Yu Ersan sent to Cui Jun.

"Draw the sword?"

"Martial arts novel?"

"Is it the same trick as the science fiction martial arts anti-Japanese drama anti-Japanese hero that was broadcast recently?"

After seeing the name, Cui Jun had so many thoughts popped up in his mind, but he slowly opened the book without cover and randomly bound without a cover. After reading the first page, Cui Jun whispered in surprise, and then continued to look through it. After reading about the first ten pages, he looked at Lao Yu in shock: "Old Yu, is this really written by your grandson?"

"The boy said he wrote it, it should have been written by him. How about it? Can it be published?"

"Yes, yes, yes, that's really great!"

Even if it was just a quick glance, it was just the beginning, but Cui Jun could be sure that if this book was at this level, there would definitely be no problem with publishing!

"real?"

"Old Yu, it's definitely true, but I remember that there is no one in our army called Li Yunlong, right?"

"Well, there is no, but the prototype in this book should be General Zhang. I have told this kid a lot about General Zhang before, but I didn't expect this kid..."

"Old man, can I take this book back to see? Also, when will I see your grandson, or I will go to see him, our publishing house can publish this book..."

"Then go and see. I'll give you the phone number of this guy. You guys will contact you yourself, so I won't care!"

That night, Yu Ersan, who was worried about money, received a call from Cui Jun, claiming to be the editor-in-chief of Changjiang Publishing House and wanted to publish his own novel!

When he said this, Yu Ersan hung up the phone directly. Since he was cheated last time, Yu Ersan is now very suspicious of his iQ. He doesn't believe anything like this person who suddenly comes to the door. Yu Ersan believes that as long as he is not moved, these scammers will not be able to deceive him! Yes, that's it! If you don't give the other person a chance to speak, you won't be moved!

However, about five minutes later, Yu Ersan received a call from his grandfather, saying that the person was really the editor-in-chief of Changjiang Publishing House. Only then did Yu Ersan believe that everything was true.

The appointment was made for the next day to meet, and he arrived at the door of the Yangtze River Publishing House and was warmly welcomed into the office. Yu Ersan was still in a daze.

"Mr. Yu, did you write this novel about sword-breaking?" Cui Jun looked at Yu Ersan in front of him, handed over a cup of tea, and asked with a smile.

"If there is no second novel called Liang Jian, that should be right!"

Yu Ersan said without blushing, "It's not that what the system gave him to him, it can't be said that it was written by the system, right?" Moreover, the original owner is in another parallel space, waiting for him to break the barriers of the parallel space before clarifying it. Now it's his own. Can cultural and human affairs be called copying?

“Do you have any plans to publish?”

"You want to publish?"

"Yes, I am very optimistic about your novel "Bright Sword", and our boss is also very optimistic about it. This is the contract I have prepared for you. It is 500,000 words, and enjoys 10% of the income after each book is published. At the same time..."

After Yu Ersan quickly passed the contract, he finally pointed to the film and television adaptation rights here: "I will change it here. You can publish it, but I want to keep the film and television adaptation rights, audio copyrights, and game adaptation rights!"

Hearing Yu Ersan's words, Cui Jun smiled: "Mr. Yu, this film and television adaptation rights, audio copyrights, etc. are not all in our hands. We, like you, each accounted for 50%. If the copyright is sold, you can get 50% of the copyright dividends. Your novel is very suitable for adaptation. Our Changjiang Publishing House and many film and television companies have cooperative relationships, so...!"

After hearing this, Yu Ersan waved his hand: "No need, I'm going to shoot this novel myself, and the crew has already started preparing, so the copyright of the film and television can't be given to you!"

"So, are you a director?" Cui Jun looked at Yu Ersan. He also knew a lot of domestic directors and heard a lot of them, but Yu Ersan, he really had never heard of Yu Ersan.

"Um!"

"What is your work?"

"Anti-Japanese hero!"

"puff……"

Cui Jun almost spit out a bite of tea. He read the anti-Japanese hero. The script was so dirty. The person in front of him was the director of the anti-Japanese hero. How could he write such a novel?

"Hahaha, forget about that drama, it's my name anyway. Even if my work is not my other opinion, I have to give me the copyright of the film and television, otherwise, we don't have to continue talking!"

In the end, both sides took a step back. Yu Ersan retained the copyright of film and television, but the work share was reduced by 30% points. That is to say, if a book is sold, Yu Ersan can only get 7% of the share. This share point is already very high.

When publishing novels in China, the general number of best-selling authors is roughly 10%, and most of them are only about 5%. After all, publishers need to bear the costs of edition numbers, printing, publishing, publicity, etc. A book worth 30 yuan is not very profitable, but if a hit, a refined version, a limited edition and other versions are released, it is the big deal. Most books can basically only make small profits or guarantee capital.

"Mr. Yu, when the book is released and promoted, you may need to borrow your name. Do you read it?"

Yu Ersan looked at Cui Jun with a daze: "My name? If others knew it was written by me, it would be impossible for someone to buy it, right? After all, there are people scolding me everywhere!"

Cui Jun smiled: "Mr. Yu, you may not know this. Whether you scold you or praise you, as long as you have popularity, your book now only needs to send the version number for approval and start printing and publishing, and will be released next month. The best way to promote is to you personally..."

"Yes, but you know I want face, I don't want to be scolded..."

"Mr. Yu, you can just say what conditions you have. I will try my best to satisfy you!"

"Ahem, can you pay me the royalties first? I'm short of money!"

“…”

"Okay, but I'll ask Mr. Yu to cooperate with our publicity at that time!"

"no problem!"

After the conditions were negotiated, Yu Ersan got 115,000 yuan. Of course, the money was still taxed, and the tax was paid after the tax, and it could not be escaped. The royalties were very high, about 14%, but this money was considered an unexpected fortune for Yu Ersan!

With this 100,000 yuan as the foundation, Yu Ersan was a little more at ease and returned home to prepare for ten consecutive draws. Cui Jun said just now that the quality of this novel is very high. If nothing unexpected happens, it can have a sales volume of about 100,000 yuan, or even higher. The sales volume of 100,000 yuan is priced at 32 yuan per book. Yu Ersan can also make more than 200,000 yuan. The fat man’s more than 300,000 yuan has been earned back. Don’t worry about failing your plan and not being able to pay back the fat man’s money!

However, Yu Ersan soon gave up this plan because there was no fragrance in his family. Before he got the system, Yu Ersan was an atheist. Now, if he didn't burn incense and pray before the lottery, he would win the grand prize? He could get the sword technique of the nineteen provinces of Guanghan? So Yu Ersan decided not to draw the lottery before he got the incense he bought online and all kinds of strange props!

The publishing house was very quick, and the version number was approved on the third day, and the book had already started proofreading and printing. At the same time, Yu Ersan also received a notice from Cui Jun to ask him to go to Weibo to prepare for the first round of warm-up.

The so-called first round of warm-up is to ask Yu Ersan, the original author, to post a Weibo post to promote it, and the publisher will find some authors with good relationships to forward it, which will attract some attention. Although it may not be of any use, it is better than nothing.

Yu Ersan turned on his computer, then logged into Weibo, took a deep breath and clicked on the back row, forwarded and commented, all 99 and hundreds of private messages, and they almost scolded him without reading. That period of time may have been the darkest period in his life for Yu Ersan, and Yu Ersan didn't even dare to log in to his Weibo.

I clicked on the comments that scolded me, and looked at the time. It was two or three days ago. I breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, the news on the Internet came and went quickly. In a few days, netizens had forgotten about their own affairs and transferred their firepower to scold others.

After clearing his backstage news and various things, Yu Ersan began to edit his Weibo. The picture was the cover of the sword. There was a black bayonet on the red writing, and there were some backs of the weapon on the bottom. With a sentence: The brave one wins when we meet on a narrow road!

"My new work, "Bright Sword"!"

A few simple words and a picture are all about this Weibo post, but Yu Ersan knew that if he posted this Weibo post, there would definitely be a wave of new insults. Although the Internet memory is very short, how many days have passed after his own affairs? Many netizens probably still remember it.

At this time, it would be strange if you don’t get scolded. However, Yu Ersan finally gritted his teeth and decided to click to publish it. There is no way. He needs fame now. Publishing Liangjian Novels is the best opportunity. If the novels can be sold well, it may be easier to invest with the novels!

Fraud is also a technology!
Chapter completed!