Mr. Zhao was stunned.
The step that had been taken out was suddenly pulled back.
After taking their seats.
Uncle Fu chuckled and said, "Mr. Xu and I had a brief discussion just now."
Mr. Zhao, does it have to be a new work?
Why not adapt an existing storybook into a storytelling performance?
Mr. Zhao's expression shifted.
He looked at Chen Xian.
"I wonder which storybook Mr. Xu plans to publish?"
"A Chinese Ghost Story and Lu Pan are still being completed, they haven't been finished yet..."
As they spoke, Mr. Zhang was filled with questions. What did they mean? He couldn't understand a word they were saying.
What is the relationship between Mr. Xu and the author of Liaozhai?
Mr. Zhao's expression shifted slightly.
"If it were a story about a Chinese ghost, a script of this quality would surely be very popular if adapted into a storytelling performance."
His voice became excited without him even realizing it.
The forms of expression for storytelling and narrative writing are different. Generally speaking, the writers of storytelling and narrative writing in the market today have different roles.
Apart from the very top-tier group, those who can create across disciplines are allowed to do so.
The rest of the people basically worked honestly in their own little plot of land.
I got stuck in a mental dead end; why didn't I think of doing it this way?
Then she forced herself to remain calm.
They were afraid that Chen Xian would open his blood-red mouth wide.
Chen Xian: "I'll adapt the storybook into a storytelling performance. I'll open a bookstore, and all I need is for Boss Zhao to pay me 100 taels a year."
Mr. Zhao frowned slightly; it didn't sound like much.
The total is nine taels a month, but if the Beixi Bookstore opens branches in other towns, with five branches, the annual income would be five hundred taels, which is quite astonishing.
Seeing that Boss Zhao was silent and seemed hesitant, Uncle Fu gave an order to the shop assistant beside him.
Then he took a contract and handed it to Boss Zhao to look at.
His expression froze.
Even Mr. Zhang, who had been observing the situation, was a little suspicious. He secretly took a look and saw several lines written on the paper: "No matter what the price of the Yulin Bookstore's storybooks is, Mr. Liaozhai will receive one-tenth of the price."
Mr. Zhao's heart skipped a beat.
If we calculate based on the price of thirty coins for a storybook, then Mr. Xu, also known as Chen Xian, would receive three coins for each book sold.
This number is astonishing. On the surface, Chen Xian only receives 200 coins per thousand words, but the bulk of the profit comes from this share.
As far as he knew, he had never received such generous treatment for writing vernacular stories before!
He couldn't help but look at Chen Xian even more closely.
Mr. Zhao's expression hardened. "Deal!"
Mr. Zhang chuckled and said, "Mr. Xu, can I get involved too?"
Chen Xian chuckled, "Of course!"
The contract was quickly drafted and all three parties completed their checks.
A contract is signed annually.
He carefully placed the contract close to his body in his pocket.
Chen Xian is mainly responsible for producing storybooks, and the contract he signed with Xuan Nan Book House is for new storytelling. It can only be used by other book houses after Xuan Nan Book House has used it for a year.
To this, Boss Zhao could only feel deep envy for Old Zhang.
In other words, Chen Xian's new storytelling works will first be provided to Xuan Nan Book House, and only after the latter has lost interest can they be made available to other publishers.
Just like newly launched watermelons, cherries, and sweet cherries, the first batch of products will definitely sell for the highest price and generate the most profit.
Later, although vendors who came out in the evening could also get a hot meal, they didn't earn as much as the others.
really!
This man is a man of his word; he promised to send Qingyun (a high-ranking official) and he did!
Meanwhile, the ever-cheerful Lao Zhang won effortlessly!
Mr. Zhao suddenly sighed, "If a person is too calculating and too shrewd, he might miss out on some important things."
But to be honest!
If Chen Xian had come to me back then, my choice would still have been to refuse!
A library that already has a good income doesn't need to drag itself into an unknown danger!
The storytelling venue is responsible for adapting the story and is not allowed to use it in other storytelling venues without authorization. Otherwise, they will have to pay a large sum of money. The contract details are numerous.
Finally, the Beixi Bookstore now only has five branches, including Xuan Nan Bookstore, and they have received a total of 600 taels of silver.
Boss Zhao had no intention of breaking the law. Was he crazy? Now that he knew that the person in front of him was the man from Liaozhai.
Writing a book might be a combination of talent and luck.
But then he wrote another book, and it became a huge hit. Could it just be luck?
As far as he knew, Rainforest Bookstore was still promoting Chen Xian's new vernacular novels, which were said to be selling quite well.
Mr. Zhao grinned and repeatedly clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, saying, "Mr. Xu, it's a pleasure doing business with you!"
After signing the contract, Mr. Zhang, who had been a bit slow on the uptake, suddenly realized and said, "This contract says it's authorized by Mr. Liaozhai, and Mr. Xu just signed his name. Doesn't that mean..."
Boss Zhao said speechlessly, "Old Zhang, I thought you were quite composed because you hadn't said anything all this time. Turns out you're only just realizing it now."
Mr. Zhang laughed heartily and said matter-of-factly, "I knew that Mr. Liaozhai and Mr. Xu had a close relationship. Mr. Xu was very fierce when he wrote the post. Their relationship is naturally that of gentlemen, not just ordinary people."
"For something this important, Mr. Xu is naturally qualified to take the place of Mr. Liaozhai."
Chen Xian: "6".
Uncle Fu almost couldn't suppress his laughter, but pretended to be serious, "Yes, yes..."
Boss Zhao: "..."
When Boss Zhao and Boss Zhang left hand in hand.
Loud laughter erupted from the room.
Mr. Zhang pushed open the door.
But the two of them remained calm.
Uncle Fu and Chen Xian: "What's the matter?"
Boss Zhang: What were you laughing about just now?
"fine."
Mr. Zhang turned and left.
The laughter continued to spread.
The door creaked open, revealing two people with serious expressions, each holding a book as if discussing a serious matter like the origin of species.
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