A few days later, Jiang Cong wrote another letter of accusation and sent it to the Procuratorate. There was still no response, so he had no choice but to continue writing.

On the fifteenth day of the Lantern Festival, Jiang Cong bought flour and weighed out pork, leeks and cabbage. He planned to roll out dumpling skins and make dumplings in the evening to celebrate the Lantern Festival.

After work, Qin Man took Jiang Lian back to their rented house to celebrate the Lantern Festival.

Jiang Cong made some dumplings with leek and pork filling, and some dumplings with cabbage and pork filling, which lived up to the tradition of Yuanxiao.

"Wow, the dumplings brother makes are so pretty! I want to eat ten!" Jiang Lian looked at the white and plump dumplings on the chopping board on the table and couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

"This is your first time to celebrate the Lantern Festival outside. This place is different from home. Just eat a few bites!"

In previous years, Jiang's mother would not only make dumplings at home during the Lantern Festival, but also glutinous rice balls. Jiang Cong did not know how to make glutinous rice balls, so they could only eat dumplings.

"Brother, I feel great. I can eat dumplings made by my family outside. I am so happy!"

But the dumplings he made were filled with meat. When he was at home, he didn't have such a good condition and mostly ate vegetarian food.

"There are so many dumplings, let's steam some, boil some, and fry some!"

Qin Man saw that he had wrapped dozens of them. She thought that three people might not be able to finish them all, and it would be too monotonous to eat only one flavor.

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say. You can eat whatever you want!" Jiang Cong agreed to everything she said.

"It sounds delicious. I've never tried fried or steamed dumplings before!"

Jiang Lian rubbed her hands together and said with great anticipation.

"Don't worry, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!" Qin Man winked at her playfully.

On the second day, the No. 1 Middle School in the city resumed classes, and students began to register one after another.

Jiang Cong showed up at school, and unexpectedly, good news came from the Academic Affairs Office. Teacher Nie said that someone from a publishing house wanted to see him and asked him to answer the phone.

Jiang Cong knew that this was a response to the manuscript he had submitted, so he put down what he was doing and rushed to the Academic Affairs Office to answer the phone.

After answering the call, a middle-aged man's steady voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hello, I'm Editor-in-Chief Lin from the publishing house. I've read the manuscript you submitted a week ago. If you have time, we can arrange a face-to-face meeting!"

It sounded like there was a chance, Jiang Cong was a little excited and quickly replied.

"Hello, Editor-in-Chief Lin. I have time this afternoon. Can you please see when you are free?"

"I'm free this afternoon, come over at three o'clock!"

Editor-in-Chief Lin readily agreed to the interview and arranged a meeting in the afternoon.

"By the way, you'd better bring the rest of your manuscripts over!" Editor-in-Chief Lin gave this instruction before hanging up the phone.

Judging from this, Jiang Cong's book is almost certain to be accepted by a publishing house. It remains to be seen what the publishing house is going to say about it.

After Jiang Cong hung up the phone, he stopped what he was doing, said goodbye to Teacher Nie and left.

Since he is not the class teacher now, he doesn't have to take care of many things.

After returning home, Jiang Cong dressed himself neatly and went to the appointment in a clean and tidy manner.

He arrived twenty minutes early and waited in the lobby for a while. Editor-in-Chief Lin met him on time at three o'clock.

"Jiang Cong, right? Please take a seat!"

Jiang Cong entered the office. Editor-in-Chief Lin saw him and politely asked him to take a seat.

Editor-in-Chief Lin wore a pair of gold-mining glasses, a formal suit of a vest and a shirt, and his hair was oiled and combed meticulously. He looked serious but exuded the temperament of a cultured person.

"Drink some hot water!"

Editor Lin stood up and poured him a cup of hot water, looking at him with a smile.

"Thank you!" Jiang Cong took it.

"I imagined that you must be a very outstanding young person. When I met you today, I felt that you were indeed very special. I saw your resume and you are a top student who graduated from the Normal University. The Normal University has produced several famous writers!"

As soon as Chief Editor Lin saw Jiang Cong, he was struck by the scholarly aura and gentle temperament emanating from him, which gave him a very comfortable feeling.

"Yes, I have heard of the names of several seniors, and I have also read their works!"

"Your book is very well written, the plot is fascinating, and the story is passionate in just a few tens of thousands of words. The sentences are coherent, and the characters of the protagonists in the early stage are also expressed very vividly, which makes people want to read on.

Your book is very popular among young people. Now on the market, the genres that young people like are all yours!"

Editor-in-Chief Lin sat back in his seat and gave a fitting review of his book.

In fact, Jiang Cong's manuscript had been shelved at the publishing house for a few days, and he had no time to read it. He also had a lot of other manuscripts piled up, but they were all the same old theories and autobiographies, which were nothing new to him.

The market needs a new blood transfusion and cannot remain unchanged. It needs books like Jiang Cong's to drive it.

When he first read his manuscript, he was particularly impressed by the beautiful handwriting.

He continued reading and was very surprised. The story was very well written and he wanted to know what would happen next.

"Editor-in-Chief Lin, you are too kind. I was afraid I would be proud if you gave me such a high evaluation!" Jiang Cong was quite surprised when he heard his comments.

You know, he had heard of the name of Editor-in-Chief Lin. He heard that his threshold was very high and it was difficult to get his manuscripts approved, but he just wanted to give it a challenge, so he chose the current publishing house.

"No, good works deserve such evaluation. I have shown your manuscript to several other editors and they all said it was OK. So I asked you to come here to tell you a good news. We are willing to subsidize your book and publish it for you for free!"

Editor-in-Chief Lin didn't play any more tricks with him and just spoke his mind directly.

As long as they are willing to publish it for him for free, Jiang Cong would certainly be willing to do so.

However, he spoke first.

"In that case, I am honored, but I will not sell the copyright of my book!"

"You don't need to sell the copyright. We will publish it for you on a profit-sharing basis. The initial investment will be paid by our publishing house, but our publishing house's name will be printed on the cover, and the copyright will still be yours!

After the book is published, it will be put on the market for three months. When the number of copies sold is determined, the total profit will be deducted from our initial investment in your book, and the rest will be split 70% and 30% between us!"

The method Chief Editor Lin mentioned is actually very easy to understand. It is equivalent to their funding. Since Jiang Cong does not sell copyrights, the initial investment is also split 30% to 70%. Jiang Cong pays 70% and the publishing house pays 30%. The total profit minus the 70% investment is divided into 30% and 70% of the remaining amount.

The same is true for future serials. If Jiang Cong publishes two or three more series, it will be the same. It will be a long-term income.

For example, if he earns 1,000 yuan, 300 yuan goes to the publishing house and 700 yuan goes to Jiang Cong as royalties.

But in other words, if Jiang Cong is willing to sell the copyright, then the investment will be fully paid by the publishing house. He will pay him a sum of money to buy it according to the number of words in his creation. The copyright of this book belongs to the publishing house, and the subsequent profits will also belong to the publishing house and have nothing to do with the author.

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