"It's time for you to start writing a new story, whether it's a short story or a long one. I want to see your manuscript."
Wen Ying's scalp went numb from the little salamander's yelling.
The gentle little salamander shows a completely different face when he is urging for manuscript submission.
"I'll write, I'll write, and I'll hand it in next week!"
Wen Ying's trembling pleased Xiao Niu, who said he would give Wen Ying a satisfactory price: "If you continue to contribute to magazines now, it will definitely not be a newcomer's price. We are so familiar with each other, I won't use our friendship to lower your price!"
Generally, authors set prices based on the quality of their manuscripts. However, for an author like Wen Ying who has a best-selling book and is currently gaining popularity, the price is not only negotiated based on the quality, but also fame is an important factor affecting the price of the manuscript.
If Wen Ying only contributes exclusively to "Xinghuo", in addition to the royalties per thousand words, "Xinghuo" should also pay Wen Ying a signing fee.
Wen Ying did not bring up this matter on her own initiative, but Xiao Niu and Zou Weijun had to mention it.
However, so far, the cooperation between the two parties has been very pleasant, and the signing fee and the manuscript fee standard are not the most urgent issues. While Wen Ying accepted Xiao Niu's commission to write, she couldn't help but think of Zhao Dong.
——Will Xie Qian’s ambush on Zhao Dong be successful?
…
“Ah—”
Zhao Dong wanted to sneeze, so he quickly covered his mouth and nose with a tissue.
When Wen Ying was thinking about Zhao Dong, Zhao Dong happened to be reading Wen Ying's blog.
She targeted Wen Ying several times but never really caused any harm to her. Instead, this girl became more and more courageous and became a popular author?
Zhao Dong did not admit that he was jealous.
Although he paid for his autobiography himself, unlike Wen Ying, publishing houses were vying to publish her novels.
But so what? He published the book not to earn royalties, but for bidding!
The secretary knocked gently on the office door:
"Mr. Zhao, it's time to go to the venue."
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