Mixed in 1980

Chapter 83: Printing Quantity and Remuneration
"Bah, Comrade Qiu'er, you really treat me as a dowry maid."

Zhao Yuanyuan's face turned red. She let go of Xu Jinqiu and teased, "Sure enough, it's different when you become a young woman. You dare to say anything."

"Who has become a young woman? Zhao Yuanyuan, I'm going to fight you."

Xu Jinqiu was furious and pounced on her again. The two sisters immediately started fighting again, and the fight didn't stop until Guan Xiaoyu came back.

Xu Jinqiu fetched some water, took a quick bath, then lay down on the bed. He told them some things about Hong Kong, and fell asleep in a daze.

Before falling asleep, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly. The big animal next door must have a bad sleep at night, right? Hahaha... Finally, I gave myself a break.

"You just returned to the capital, and you're single again?"

Lying alone in bed, without a sweet and soft body to hug him, Chen Fan felt a little uncomfortable for a moment and thought about asking for a house tomorrow.

But before that, I have to go to People's Literature first. It's already early August, and People's Literature has entered the manuscript selection stage. Wang Wei must be anxious.

Wang Wei was almost going crazy waiting, and when he saw Chen Fan, his eyes almost popped out: "Comrade Chen Fan, can we be more accurate?"

"I always submit my manuscripts at the beginning of the month. When the beginning of the month comes, I wait for it every day. Your sister-in-law even thinks I have someone else outside."

"Brother Wang, stop it. There's still time." Chen Fan said angrily.

But this was indeed not a good thing for me, so I quickly took out the manuscript and said, "I just got back yesterday, and I sent it to you today. I wrote the manuscript in my spare time in Hong Kong."

Wang Wei took the manuscript and put it on the table. He took out a cigarette and handed it to Wang Wei. He also lit one and took two big puffs. “The column still needs to be stable.”

"I can't live with this constant fear at the beginning of the month. You must submit two more manuscripts this month so that I have a backup."

"Your sister Jingyi is also asking about it. This is the third issue. If we publish another issue, it will be more than 80,000 words. If you add a sequel, she will be able to publish it."

"Don't worry, I will definitely give you the two manuscripts before school starts." Chen Fan agreed. Anyway, there was nothing important to do next, so he had a lot of free time.

"Don't go back on your word. It will be good for you to put more effort into the manuscript. Your sister Jingyi has already applied for a remuneration based on the number of copies you have made."

"When did the thing called royalties based on print runs come into being?" Chen Fan was surprised.

"The Most Beautiful Youth" and "Chen Fan's Editorial Collection" were published, but no one told me about this. These two books were both bestsellers.

"The decision was made at a meeting at the end of May this year, but it takes time for each unit to implement it. The People's Literature Publishing House also held many meetings and only recently decided to try to pay royalties based on the number of copies printed."

"Oh my god, then I'm going to lose a lot, right?" Chen Fan was depressed. With such a short time difference, he published two books, and the difference in the amount of money was huge.

"Isn't that normal? When the publication of The Most Beautiful Youth and Chen Fan's Editorial Collection was decided, the print run and royalties hadn't been announced yet."

Hearing this, Chen Fan became very depressed.

Both books were published after May, but the contracts were signed before that. At that time, there was no such thing as royalties based on print runs.

Even if the higher authorities restore the royalties based on print runs, if the publishing house doesn't implement it, no one will say anything about it, as that would just be asking for trouble.

Wang Wei knew this guy too well, and he was obsessed with money, so he suggested: "Why don't you go and ask them to pay you the remuneration?"

"Can I get it?" Chen Fan frowned.

The contract does not mention the number of copies of the manuscript, and the money also belongs to the publishing house. If you go to ask for the money yourself, it is equivalent to taking money out of the publishing house.

As we all know, taking money from other people's pockets is one of the hardest things in the world.

"The decision was made at the end of May. Your book was published after May, and you also accounted for a portion of the legal basis. If they want to keep you, they should compensate you part of it."

Chen Fan thought that maybe it would work.

It is not in the contract, but the regulations have been made from above. This is a matter of each having his own reasons, and it is difficult to explain.

But beyond legal principles, there are also human feelings.

Just like Wang Wei said, if the publishing house wants to keep me, even if they don’t pay me in full, they should at least give me some compensation: “How much is the remuneration based on the number of copies printed?”

“5% of the basic remuneration will be paid for every copies.”

Wang Wei roughly explained that, for example, Chen Fan's basic remuneration was 10 yuan per thousand words, and for every 0.5 copies printed, he would need to pay him yuan per thousand words. "I thought it was much more, but it's just this much." Chen Fan roughly calculated it and couldn't help but complain that it was not much different from a mosquito leg.

This means that if the book sells 200,000 copies, the basic remuneration will double.

20 yuan per thousand words!
"Don't be ungrateful, kid. The royalties for the number of copies printed have been paid, and I don't know how many authors are looking forward to it, and you still complain about it." Wang Wei said unhappily.

"It's not that I dislike it, it's that I think the publishing house is stingy."

After writing today's editorial, Chen Fan left the magazine, planning to visit the People's Literature Publishing House and Beijing Publishing House in a couple of days.

The remuneration for the number of copies printed is a little less, but no matter how small a mosquito leg is, it is still meat.

I just don’t know whether the publishing house will reissue it.

It’s really hard to say. It takes time for a policy to be finalized at the top and implemented at the grassroots level. Problems that arise during this period are often the most difficult to solve.

Chen Fan is not the only one who published books after May. Once this loophole is opened for Chen Fan, do other authors also have to pay their royalties?

In addition, for previously published books, whether or not we should pay royalties for additional print runs after May are issues that need to be discussed.

No matter what the publishing house stipulates, Chen Fan will always have to make a trip. If you ask about this kind of thing, it may not be possible, but if you don't ask, it will definitely not happen.

Sitting in the tricycle, thinking about things, I soon arrived home. It was already lunch time. Zeng Ali was also there, chatting quietly with Xu Jinqiu.

He just doesn't look very good.

Seeing Chen Fan coming, he took Xu Jinqiu and Zhao Yuanyuan to the backyard and called Chen Fan along.

After entering the house, Zeng Ali closed the door and looked at Chen Fan and Xu Jinqiu: "Are you two planning to go back this afternoon?"

Xu Jinqiu nodded and said, "After being in Hong Kong for so many days, she must go home today."

"Someone in the yard is gossiping about you, so be prepared when you go back."

"Ok?"

Chen Fan and Xu Jinqiu looked at each other, both confused.

They are both engaged.

Can you also spread gossip?
When they got engaged, all the people in the yard were invited, with one person from each household. The people from their yard occupied three tables, and they were treated to good food and wine, without receiving a single red envelope.

It's not kind to start gossiping after finishing your meal.

"What did you say?" Chen Fan frowned.

"What else can I say? It's just that you two haven't gotten married yet, but you went to Hong Kong for a trip together, so you must have lived together." Zeng Ali glared at Chen Fan.

This is not considered a rumor!

"Those guys in the yard are also full of ashes. They said Qiu'er would live with you if she didn't get married, and they are trying to get close to your house."

The more Zeng Ali talked, the angrier he became.

These people are really not decent. They held such a grand engagement party and invited everyone in the yard, treating them to delicious food and wine, but they turned around and started gossiping. They are all wicked people.

"Chen Fan..." Xu Jinqiu's eyes were slightly red.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of this matter." Chen Fan rubbed the little girl's head and comforted her softly.

But at this moment, Chen Fan was also very annoyed.

In the beginning, we made such a big announcement about the engagement because we were afraid of people gossiping about it. But we didn't expect that there are still some people who are gossiping, and no matter how good the food and drinks are, they can't stop talking.

"We should think of a way to shut those people up. Uncle Xu and Aunt Li almost got angry with them over this and made a scene in the yard," Zeng Ali reminded.

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