Chapter 10

According to Wang Jian, the income of a novel is guaranteed royalties plus share royalties.

However, the proportion of royalties in general novels ranges from 6% to 14%. The more famous the author is and the better the works are, the higher the proportion of royalties is.

The conditions put forward by Roy can only illustrate one point.

That is the attitude of Xuele publishing house towards "I am a wizard", just like buying lottery tickets in exchange for change.

It's just a matter of having a try.

And it also means that they won't spend much effort on publicity after publication.

Roy looked at Wang Jian's silence and said, "I'm sorry, this is the best condition I can get for you."

"Although I personally like this novel, I have to say that publishing it is a gamble for any publishing house."

"Can I wait a moment?" Wang Jian said frankly: "I want to see the conditions given by other publishers."

"Of course, it's your freedom." Roy stood up and handed Wang Jian a business card. "This is my contact information. I hope we have a chance to cooperate."

Then he left.

After sending Roy out of his apartment, Wang Jian sat on the sofa with his business card in his hand and slowly calculated.

I bought a dictionary for my novel and spent 150 dollars.

Two copies of spider man, eight dollars.

Copy, 50 dollars.

Stamp envelope, 10 dollars.

If you take into account the use of the old man's typewriter and access to the press information, converted into money, at least 500 dollars.

In order to write a novel, I paid $300 an hour according to McDonald's salary.

That's more than $1000.

According to the conditions of Xuele publishing house, "I am the great mage" will be sold out after it is published, and I can earn 4000 US dollars.

But according to Wang Jian, except for phenomenal bestsellers, only about one-third of a novel can be sold within one year of its publication.

That's less than $1400.

So I expect to earn about $400 from "I'm the wizard"?

Damn it!

Sure enough, writing a novel is a dead end.

Or go to Chinatown to brush your face and find a master to learn how to cook.

Wang Jian was sighing that he was bewildered and wanted to write novels to make money.

Suddenly, the corner of his eye aimed at the clock on the wall.

Unconsciously, it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

Wang Jian was stunned at first, then put on his coat and ran to the door.

He also has to work as a baby sitter at the home of the check-in officer who uses his power for personal gain.

At the moment, in a middle-class community in Brooklyn, lily, the check-in officer, is trying to dress in front of the wardrobe while calling her best friend.

"You don't know. Today, my mother changed her clothes and put all the prisoners under control. You're right! Divorced. What's the matter? What happened to 30? I'll still kill the audience! "

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"The artist you introduced? Don't want to get married? It doesn't matter. I don't want to get married. It's killing him to spend his alimony and find a lover at the same time

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"My mother gave birth to him, and he cheated!"

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"Well, yes, a 17-year-old Asian brother. It doesn't matter. He's the first thief. He's very timid. Even looking at my mother's silk stockings, I'm sneaky. Ha ha. "

At this time, suddenly came the doorbell outside.

Lily said to the opposite and hung up.

Then she came to the front door of the house in a black buttock skirt, flesh colored silk stockings and lace up heels.

Looking out through cat's eyes, Wang JianZheng was wiping his sweat and looking at his watch.

Lily opened the door and said to Wang Jian, "very good, very punctual. Then, you only need to be a nanny for two hours to finish the task. "

"OK, OK." Wang Jian looked at the increasingly sexy check-in officer and stammered.

"Gene, gene! Come out quickly. "

As lily shouts, a little white boy with blonde hair runs out.

"This is your babysitter today, brother." Said lily.

"Brother." Cried the little boy dully.

"From now on, you can play for an hour. At nine o'clock, you have to go to bed, OK? " Said lily.

"Well, thank you, mom." After that, the little boy ignored Wang Jian, turned his head and ran to the sofa, turned on the TV and the game console, and began to play.

"I'll be back in two hours." Don't leave the room for two hours. Do you understand

"I see." Wang Jian responded."Well I'll see you later. " Lily pondered for a moment.

Then, he took his satchel and left the room.

While Wang Jian was a little embarrassed to look at the little boy who was concentrating on playing games.

Don't say anything, just watch the kid play games?

I haven't dealt with children in my two lifetimes.

The little boy looked back at Wang Jian and sighed.

"Well, sit down. My name is gene. What's your name? " The little boy asked in an adult voice.

"Wang Jian, you can call me Wang." Wang Jian was relieved and replied.

"King?" Gene said the word awkwardly, then pointed to the TV and asked, "can you play?"

Wang Jian looked up and saw that his soul was fighting.

This game I know how to play!

"Do you want to play together?" Gene handed over a handle and asked.

"All right." Wang Jian looked up at the time. Just five minutes later, he said helplessly.

When he took over the handle, he had a wonderful sense of space-time confusion.

"Oh, you are so stupid." "You've got to run and then jump. That's how we can jump over. "

"Look at the bullet, you're not right

"Dead again, stupid."

Wang Jian's head was covered with black lines.

How can the child play so smoothly?

It seems that I have to do my best.

Up and down, left and right, Baba

"you're dead." Gene said, "sure enough, as stupid as Dad."

"I still have life." Wang Jian laughs and looks at another villain on the left side of the screen.

Gene looked at Wang Jian, then he was killed by the boss.

Wang Jian, on the other hand, spent three lives, killed his boss and successfully entered the next level.

"How can you have so many lives?" Gene yelled, "teach me, teach me."

"Call me brother." Wang Jian teases gene.

"Good brother, best brother." Gene has no integrity at all.

"Well," Wang Jian said, then he took gene's handle and called out 30 lives.

So an hour passed.

Wang Jian put away the handle and said to gene, "it's time for you to go to bed."

"One more game, one last." Gene pleaded.

"No way." Thinking about the sign in form held by the sign in officer, Wang Jian refused.

"All right." Gene returned the handle. "But you have to tell me a story."

Five year old, it's so hard!