Yuan Fenghui took Wen Ying and the other three back to her home.
It was Wen Ying's first time to visit Yuan Fenghui's house.
The strong woman's residence is not small and the decoration is very high-end. The color matching and furniture are more like a high-end hotel than home. A country bumpkin like Editor Wan doesn't dare to breathe too hard when he enters the living room.
"Is being a celebrity agent really that rich?"
Editor Wan muttered to himself.
Song Foxiang glanced at his friend and said, "What money? You're so vulgar!"
Song Foxiang sat down on the sofa in the living room. He could feel the difference of the soft leather through his pants, and the padding had just the right amount of support... Oh, this sofa is really nice. He will ask Yuan Fenghui what brand it is later. He will buy one when he earns money.
Talking about money is vulgar, but not having money is absolutely impossible. This is the reality of the world.
Wen Ying glanced around curiously, "Teacher Yuan, did you buy this house? This house shouldn't be cheap."
Yuan Fenghui pulled a few bottles of water from the refrigerator. "Why would I buy anything? I'll rent. I won't be staying in Chengdu for long, so there's no need to buy a house. Even if I want to invest in real estate, first-tier cities in the mainland are better choices than Chengdu. Chengdu is great for living, but not for striving. Sooner or later, both Tianjiao and I will move out. There's no need to acquire too many assets. Core assets are more valuable than a bunch of ordinary assets."
Yuan Fenghui seemed to be just chatting about some family matters, but Wen Ying and the other three had four different interpretations of what she said.
Xiao Niu is originally from another place, and has developed a certain sense of belonging to Chengdu because of his work and lover. Now Yuan Fenghui says that Chengdu is only suitable for living and not for struggle. Xiao Niu can't help but reflect: Did I make the wrong choice?
No, that's not wrong.
Teacher Yuan and I are not the same kind of people. People in publishing are not as rich as celebrity agents, and the value of work cannot be measured solely by economic income!
Editor Wan is an old salted fish that has never been able to make a comeback. He can live a comfortable life with the "Hush, Little Secret" series left by Zou Weijun in his hands. He is a typical person who is complacent. He wants to get rid of Bao Lixin not because of his career aspirations, but simply because he doesn't like Bao Lixin's work style and wants to help his good friend vent his anger.
Tianjiao and Yuan Fenghui will have to leave Chengdu sooner or later. For a second or two, Editor Wan thought of himself: I am already this old, where can I go? I should not be so ambitious!
Song Foxiang looked calm.
There is money to be made in investing in real estate in first-tier cities. There is no need for Yuan Fenghui to remind him of this. He actually knows it, but he just doesn't have the money right now.
Humph, when he makes money by writing a best-selling book, he will buy a big house in a first-tier city and put a comfortable sofa like this in the house.
——Only the big house and high-end sofas in first-tier cities are worthy of Xiaochan who has returned from studying abroad!
Only Wen Ying sighed secretly: Yuan Fenghui didn't take Bao Lixin seriously at all. In the end, she still wanted to be her agent.
Three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang. Zhuge Ni, Zhuge Song and Zhuge Wan gathered together again to whisper and plot big things. Yuan Fenghui's home was absolutely safe and there was no fear of being reported.
Wen Ying had a premonition that she would not be able to withstand Yuan Fenghui's attack.
Ever since Wen Ying met Yuan Fenghui, nothing she wanted to do failed.
"Teacher Yuan, if my parents agree to sign the contract, how much do I need to pay you?"
It's a bit awkward to withdraw money from acquaintances.
But if a little bit of embarrassment now doesn't turn into enmity in the future, then it won't be embarrassing if you think about it this way.
Wen Ying said that she wanted to pay Yuan Fenghui instead of Tianjiao... Yuan Fenghui's eyes flashed. She really didn't want to be on camera and be a star, otherwise she would have signed an agency contract directly with Tianjiao.
"I'll take 10% of your novel's revenue and only sign you up for the agency rights to your next three books. If any of your books don't sell 2 million copies during the contract period, I won't receive any compensation as your agent. Do you agree to this condition?"
If a book is priced at 30 yuan, Wen Ying can now get a 15% royalty. Based on the total sales of 2 million copies, the royalty that Wen Ying can get is only 9 million before tax, and Yuan Fenghui's 10% commission is 900,000.
If it’s more than 2 million copies... Wen Ying herself doesn’t have confidence that a book can sell 3 or 4 million copies!
Even if 4 million copies could be sold, Yuan Fenghui would only get one or two million for promoting a book for her. Yuan Fenghui owns Tianjiao shares, and as the agent of Li Mengjiao and the other two, she doesn't need the one or two million in compensation at all!
Is Yuan Fenghui enjoying the sense of accomplishment at work, or does she want to use the agency contract for three books as bait to lure Wen Ying into giving her more agency rights later?
Wen Ying didn't know.
She only knows that the market for physical books will not last long!
Wen Ying had always thought that the sales of "Young Idol" would be the highest among all her future works. Now Yuan Fenghui said that all three books would break 2 million.
Wen Ying looked at Yuan Fenghui with sympathy.
Yuan Fenghui felt uncomfortable with this look: "Why are you looking at me like that? Do you doubt my ability or my character? We have to sign a contract!"
"No, no, no, I believe..."
Wen Ying was actually afraid that Yuan Fenghui would say too much.
If the three books don’t sell 2 million copies in the future, Yuan Fenghui will not get any compensation. That means she is working for Wen Ying in vain, and Wen Ying’s conscience will hurt a little!
Of course, if Yuan Fenghui can break the downward trend of the publishing industry and create a hit product against the tide, how could Wen Ying, as a beneficiary, refuse!
"From my personal standpoint, I agree. I have 100% faith in your abilities, Teacher Yuan. But you also know that I need to discuss this with my parents... By the way, before we officially sign the contract, you can still change your mind. For example, would you like to lower the basic sales requirement of 2 million copies?"
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