"Hello, Editor Zhan." He Lanshan came over with a lacquered red tray, placed it on the table, and took down two plates of pastries. "These are the freshly made thousand-layer pastries and pea yellow pastries from Qingfengzhai. Try them."
He Lanshan took the opportunity to sit on Huang Wanzhen's right. "Well, I'm sitting here. Is that okay?"
Editor Zhan turned to look at Liu Ziwen, "Mr. Liu, what do you think?"
"Ahem, ahem." Liu Ziwen clenched his right fist and knocked it against his lips twice, trying his best to hide the smile on his lips. "It's okay."
Huang Wanzhen carefully read the agreement, focusing on the profit sharing section. After deducting all expenses, she could get 40%. "Yes, no problem."
Huang Wanzhen had just picked up the pen when Song Wenyin stopped her and said, "Should we ask a professional to take a look at this?"
He Lanshan echoed, "Yes! Yes! Better safe than sorry."
Huang Wanzhen hesitated and said, "No need..."
Song Wenyin continued, "Wanzhen, do you mind if I take a look?"
"And me, I'll help you check it too." He Lanshan stretched her head towards the document in Huang Wanzhen's hand.
Huang Wanzhen simply put the agreement on the table, stood up and made room for the two of them.
"Editor Zhan, I think Wanzhen's share is too little. Fifty percent is about right." Song Wenyin pointed to the position of the share on the document and said, "Look, she wrote all the novels and made so much money for your newspaper, and you still want more than half of her share. That's a bit unfair."
"Well, if it were me, I would give 70% to Huang Erjie. Writing is not easy." He Lanshan nodded seriously.
Zhan Yongwen deeply regretted letting the two girls stay because he hadn't saved face. "We all agreed on this in advance. Minghua Printing House has color lithography equipment, which can print book covers in color. Our newspaper will help with sample production, and Mr. Huang doesn't have to worry about subsequent book sales and promotion. 40% is already quite a lot."
Song Wenyin rolled her eyes and started talking about royalties again. "Sister Huang's novels are so popular, they must have brought a lot of income to your newspaper, right? I just don't know how much the royalties are..."
Zhan Yongwen's teeth suddenly ached. He covered his mouth and mumbled, "My royalties have increased twice this year."
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Song Wenyin turned to Huang Wanzhen and asked, "How do you calculate your royalties?"
"Three dollars per thousand words!" Huang Wanzhen can receive two to three hundred dollars in royalties every month. This income is comparable to that of a university professor. In this era, it is really not low. This is why she insists on writing novels no matter how busy she is.
“Too low!”
“That’s it!”
Song Wenyin and He Lanshan share the same hatred for the enemy.
He Lanshan put her hands on her hips and said, "Let's find some classmates, raise some funds, and start a newspaper together. This is too profitable."
Song Wenyin responded immediately, "I think it's okay."
"Hey! Hey! Stop, stop, ladies! Running a newspaper isn't that simple. It can't just contain novels; it also has biographies, news events, and financial information. It takes a lot of manpower and resources." It was pouring rain, and Zhan Yongwen was sweating as he listened. "Mr. Huang and I are old acquaintances. If she's not satisfied with the remuneration, we can discuss it!"
After Zhan Yongwen and Liu Ziwen left, Huang Wanzhen felt dizzy.
Her remuneration was suddenly raised to five yuan per thousand words, but Song Wenyin and He Lanshan were still not satisfied. They sat shoulder to shoulder and discussed the possibility of opening a newspaper.
"Female revolutionary Qiu Jingxiong went through so much hardship, yet she founded the Women's Newspaper. We can't be cowardly, we must keep up with the heroine's pace."
"Wanzhen, what do you think of our proposal?" He Lanshan was very positive. Seeing that her younger sisters had their own careers and were thriving, she did not think she was weaker than them. She wanted to prove that she could do it too.
"That's great. Why don't you find a newspaper and work part-time for a while. If you really like it, I will support you to open one." Although He Lanshan came from a family of military officers, Huang Wanzhen had suffered a loss when she learned martial arts. This young lady has everything she needs. With the passion in her heart, it is unknown how long she can persist. Don't let the money be raised and the business stop after a few days because she is tired.
"Really? You support me? We're still the best." He Lanshan half-raised her chin and squinted at Song Wenyin. "Wenyin, Wanzhen said she supports me. When her novel is published in our newspaper, she will give a high price."
Song Wenyin held her chin with her hand and replied lazily, "I would rather open it with Wanzhen than with you. What's the use of you?"
He Lanshan was furious when she heard this. "How am I useless? I was admitted to Beiman Girls' High School by my own talent, okay? Just wait, I'll write a new style poem and submit it to the newspaper. It will definitely be published."
Huang Wanzhen, who had been on the sidelines, turned and left immediately after hearing what she said. She still had a lot of work to do. If she didn't work, how would she get the money? Without money, how could she hold her head up and walk? She had no one to rely on. She could sleep at night, but she had to work hard at dawn to gain a greater sense of security.
Huang Wanzhen is a person of action, especially when it comes to making money. Huang Wanzhen is extremely active. With the experience of the last opening of Linglong Pavilion, she looked at the remaining invitations and came up with no less than five types of invitations.
The most amazing thing is a three-dimensional sticker, which was inspired by the three-dimensional greeting cards of later generations. When you open it, you will see a three-dimensional pattern made of paper in the middle, with flowers, grass and animals. Once it was launched, it was loved by the female students of Beiman Middle School.
Just at this time, Huang Wanzhen received a letter from Shen Junru. The letter was sent to the school. It contained a few words stating that she had received the university admission letter.
Huang Wanzhen was very happy. After school, she asked Hai Li to send a set of three-dimensional invitations to Shen Junru. There were twelve in one set, which was not a lot but not a few either.
In the evening, the streets were bustling with people. A call of "Wanzhen" made Huang Wanzhen look up to greet the setting sun. Shen Junru walked into Jixiang Hall in the last afterglow. "Long time no see, you've grown a lot taller."
"Teacher Shen," Huang Wanzhen called out and hurriedly walked out from behind the counter, "Why are you here at this time?" If she remembered correctly, Shen Junru had access control, and it was almost dark outside.
"Come and get to know us. I went to Santa Alley to look for you some time ago, and the Chen family didn't know where you moved out." Shen Junru was wearing an orange short-sleeved cheongsam, which made her eyebrows and eyes look a little softer.
Huang Wanzhen smiled and said, "Why didn't you write to me earlier? Come on, let's go in and talk."
Huang Wanzhen walked up to Shen Junru, took her hand, and pulled her into the private room of Linglong Pavilion.
"This place is really nice. Is this your business?"
"Nowhere! The young lady of Governor Song in Dongcheng is my classmate. I am her manager. You can choose any project you want and I will help you with it." Huang Wanzhen smiled and took a booklet from the basket hanging on the wall.
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