Chapter 13

The next day.

When Wang Jian woke up from his sleep and recalled the dream he had last night, he could not help blushing.

It seems that one of its functions has been opened.

Do you want to go to Al's and find some playboy?

He thought about it, and soon shook his head.

No, there's a lot to do today.

He stooped into the bathroom, washed, and got on the bus to Manhattan.

Before 9 o'clock, he was standing in front of Roy's office.

In the process, he saw many so-called novelists coming and going.

Some people even serve tea and water to the editors who have no power in the grid. They are very attentive.

Is this the status quo of the publishing industry?

It's impossible for editors to make their own words appear in front of the public without being valued by them.

While Wang Jian was thinking, Roy had come to work with his briefcase in his hand.

With a smile, he asked Wang Jian to enter the office, poured a glass of water and said, "I thought the first half of the manuscript and the outline were illusory enough. But when I read the whole book yesterday, I have to say that your fantasy ability is beyond my imagination. "

Wang Jian was nervous. "Can it still be published?"

"Of course." Roy replied positively, "I've changed some of the wording."

He handed the manuscript to him and said, "come here."

Wang Jian didn't even bother to connect.

It's a big $400 business. It's about wool.

It's serious to publish quickly and get a wave of money.

Roy saw that Wang Jian didn't mean to revise it. He said with a smile, "then I'll send it to the printing department to print the first draft?"

Wang Jian nodded, saying that he had no opinion.

As a long legged Hispanic secretary took away the manuscript, Roy turned on his computer and asked Wang Jian, "what do you suggest for the cover?"

Must attract attention, the book cover to do two with the ball to hit the beautiful little sister is a good drop.

A man must be handsome. Just a few popular students in Hollywood, such as Shuai Tang, Depp and Brad, are hot. Who is hot!

We'll do two more waist seals and find some well-known and unknown writers.

I'm not afraid to be seen through, I'm afraid I'm not hot!

After Wang Jian tactfully expressed his opinion, Roy was very excited and refused Wang Jian's suggestion.

"That kind of cover will be Rated PG-13, which will invisibly reduce a lot of readers. And the waist seal is a hardcover book. You have a paperback version

What?

Do books have a rating system?

Wang gradually scratched his head to show that he was ignorant.

"What cover did you choose?" He asked.

"What do you think of this?" Roy maximizes one picture and points it out to Wang Jian.

In the middle of the picture, there is a boy with white hair and a pair of wings on the back.

The boy's hair stood up, holding a flame in his left hand and an all white knight's sword in his right.

Wang Jian felt like a super Saiya.

However, in view of changing the cover again, we have to find a painter to create.

Wang Jian said that he was very satisfied.

After all, it's great to be able to rub the heat of dragon ball.

Now, with the economic expansion of the book in the United States, the dragon ball is also on fire.

After finalizing these, Roy took out the full version of the standard contract, handed it to Wang Jian, and said, "do you want to ask a lawyer to have a look?"

Look at the wool.

400 yuan is not enough for lawyer's fees.

Do I have to lose money to write a book?

While thinking about it, Wang Jian looked at the contract.

No guaranteed royalties.

The royalty on the first edition is 4% and 10000 copies are published at $10 each.

The term of authorization is 5 years.

Film and television copyright can be authorized to the publishing house or not.

Wang Jian chose not to authorize.

Under the same conditions, Xuele publishing house has the priority to issue sequels.

When other publishing houses have more favorable publishing conditions, Xuele publishing house can choose whether to match.

After reading it, Wang Jian signed his name.

In addition to royalties, distribution quantity and pricing, this contract is actually the standard contract of several major publishing houses.

If you don't agree, you don't have to publish a book.

You can't even publish at your own expense.

After Wang Jian's signature.

Roy stood up, shook hands with him and said, "good cooperation."

"You can wait for an hour or so, so you can see the first" I am the great mage. "

"So fast?" Wang gradually surprised."Of course." Roy replied with a smile, "our publishing house publishes about 100 novels a week, an average of 20 a day."

"Every hour, new novels are sent to the printing house and printed. Then, they are sent to various bookstores and placed on the new book counter. "

"It's also the only channel for most novels to get publicity."

He looked at Wang Jian with obscure eyes, indicating that "I am a great mage" was the same fate.

"Only one day for the new book?" Wang Jian asked.

"There's only one day for the new book." Roy replied positively, "although bookstores receive novels at different times, with the release of new novels, each book has about one day's new book issue in each bookstore."

How about playing with wool?

Wang Jian thought about it, and his estimated sales volume is 3300 in the United States.

So many bookstores, so many people, will they sell?

It's a novel, not an academic magazine.

Maybe,

can you?

In an hour.

Wang Jian stroked the black novel which also exuded temperature, a bit mixed feelings.

Especially when he saw the English letter of author Wang Jian written on the column of author.

Roy said to him with a smile, "this is a gift for the writer. You can take it back."

"In a day's time, there will be a sales report for the new issue of I'm the wizard. We'll let you know as soon as possible. "

Taking the novel, Wang Jian stood up and said to Roy, "then I'm looking forward to the good news."

Roy said with a smile, "I wish you a big new book sale."

"I wish you a big new book sale." Wang Jian replied.

In this way, Wang Jian walked out of Xuele publishing house with a novel in his hand and got on the bus back to the Bronx.

Have you published a book yourself?

He thought that he only valued money, but with a book in his hand, he still had a throb.

He fancied that "I'm the wizard" would become a dark horse, break out of the siege and be on the best seller list of the New York Times.

Then, he became famous, made a lot of money, moved out of the Bronx and became a well-known best-selling writer.

Then, thousands of fans, all kinds of speeches.

You don't have to think about serving dishes in Chinatown anymore.

When Wang gradually fell into endless fantasy, the bus had stopped in front of the bus stop in the Bronx.

Wang Jian quickly walked back to his apartment and put the novel on the table in the living room.

Then, I looked at the time.

It's one o'clock in the afternoon.

Wang Jian looked at the distance a little distressed.

In the afternoon, how to face lily, who is 13 years older than herself?