It’s too tangled, it’s too tangled. Nowadays, these newspapers and magazines really don’t even have rules in order to sell.
Just a few years ago, when Meng Weizai was an editor at People's Literature, no matter how famous a writer was, the remuneration stipulation was that much, and there was no need to think about remuneration for the number of print runs.
Good thing now, all the rules are broken.
Magazines may still have the right to speak in front of ordinary writers, but those top writers have become hot spots that are being fought over.
You can't dislike other people's high prices, because there are far more magazines that can offer this price than he imagined.
Meng Weizai said quietly: "Perhaps, the author's remuneration should be loosened."
Even though the Contemporary Literature Magazine was established not long ago, it is backed by People's Literature and has abundant funds. As long as the remuneration is within the prescribed range, the Contemporary Literature Magazine will have no problem.
It’s just that the loosening of royalties is very involved and cannot be decided by Contemporary Literature alone. The president and higher-level leaders must respond to the upper management.
After Jiang Yulou sent Meng Weizai away, he lamented: "Teacher Yuan, your sudden attack caused me heavy losses!"
Teacher Yuan was puzzled: "Why is it less? Isn't it much more than ordinary writers' remuneration?"
"The remuneration for the number of prints is related to the printing volume of the publisher. "Contemporary" is a newly established literary magazine. Although the sales data of the first and second issues are growing significantly, the base number is too low. From the first issue, 10,000 were sold. The second issue sold 20,000 copies, and even if it doubled, I wouldn’t make much money,” Jiang Yulou explained.
Compared with "Harvest" magazine, "Contemporary" has insufficient background, which is an important factor restricting its development at this stage.
Teacher Yuan frowned slightly, obviously he didn't know the key point.
Jiang Yulou said: "One issue of "Harvest" can sell 70,000 to 80,000 copies, and this issue can even sell 100,000 copies thanks to the publication of my "Yellow Earth". Think about it, the same amount of money is paid for the number of prints. Didn’t you make a lot less money?”
"The teacher was wrong this time." Teacher Yuan smiled bitterly and said immediately: "But letting you vote for "Contemporary" is not going to harm you, but it is a good thing."
Jiang Yulou raised his eyebrows, "What?"
"This year People's Literature will hold the second national outstanding short story selection, and your "Yellow Earth" will definitely win the award." Teacher Yuan said with a mysterious smile.
"National Outstanding Short Story Selection?" Jiang Yulou knew that this award had already been held once and was a very influential novel award in China.
"Why didn't anyone notify me?"
Logically speaking, the selection of this type of award requires submission from the publishing unit, but there was no news from Harvest Magazine.
Moreover, seriously speaking, "Yellow Earth" should be regarded as a novella.
Teacher Yuan gave him a meaningful look and said, "We do special things for special reasons. After all, "Contemporary" is also under the banner of People's Literature. They will not let their own people suffer."
Jiang Yulou looked at Teacher Yuan in surprise, how could he be like this?
"Don't think too much. Your work must be excellent enough to stop the crowd. Otherwise, even if you are the editor of a contemporary magazine, you will have no chance." Teacher Yuan said.
Jiang Yulou suddenly realized: "So that's it."
"I feel more balanced now," Teacher Yuan joked.
Jiang Yulou nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Teacher Yuan, when will this award come out?"
It would be fine if he didn't know, but now that he knows, he can't wait to win the award.
Teacher Yuan said: “It won’t be many days before the award results are announced in October.”
"It's coming soon." Jiang Yulou's eyes were full of anticipation for the awards day.
When he returned to his dormitory at night, he was even more motivated to write.
This is the first award in his life, and it is no exaggeration to say that he is full of expectations.
Jiang Yulou was writing quickly at his desk. Not long after, the door opened and Xu Xiangdong came back.
After Xu Xiangdong glanced at it, he encouraged him as usual: "Yu Lou is still writing the script. Come on, I'm optimistic about you."
"Hey, how did you know that I won the National Outstanding Short Story Award?" Jiang Yulou asked with a happy face.
"What do I know..." Xu Xiangdong suddenly reacted and his eyes widened: "Yulou, what award did you win?"
Jiang Yulou repeated with a smile: "National Outstanding Short Story Award."
"What kind of award is this?" Xu Xiangdong asked curiously.
After Jiang Yulou explained patiently, Xu Xiangdong understood, and his envious expression was still beyond words.
Gee, at the same age, the difference in life is too big!
The remaining two people in the dormitory also learned the good news when they returned.
Wei Guoping said with half bitterness and half compliment: "We won't also call Yulou Teacher Jiang in the future, right?"
"Hey, we are all brothers who live in the same dormitory, so we don't come here for those who are vain." Jiang Yulou waved his hand and said modestly.
But he changed his tone and continued: "Of course, if you insist on calling me Teacher Jiang, I can't object, right?"
The expressions of Wei Guoping and the other two people were stagnant. When Jiang Yulou was feeling proud, Yu Min said quietly: "When Yulou encounters such a happy event, why don't you treat me to a few brothers?"
"Yes, yes, we must treat you!"
"Lao Mo, Xin Qiao or Dong Lai Shun, any one will do, we don't pick."
Wei Guoping and Xu Xiangdong reacted quickly and shouted loudly.
"Oh, I won the prize. Shouldn't my brothers treat me to a meal?" Jiang Yulou was dumbfounded.
The three of them shook their heads. They finally found a reason for Jiang Yulou to treat him to dinner. How could they give up?
Jiang Yulou clapped his mouth and sighed: "Yes, please do it. You choose the place and I will pay."
He warned again, "By the way, this matter hasn't been announced yet, so don't spread it."
Several people gave him a look that said, "We understand."
They are all adults, so they naturally know when to keep their mouths shut.
Especially for this kind of news that has not been announced yet, they will not think that there is any inside information. After all, they all knew Jiang Yulou's background. It was only Jiang Yulou's works that conquered the judges.
In this case, they have no jealousy towards Jiang Yulou, only blessings.
The next night, Jiang Yulou said that he was hosting and invited several people in the dormitory to eat hot pot in Donglaishun. Teachers were originally invited, but they all declined.
Wei Guoping and others arrived at Donglaishun, but did not see Jiang Yulou.
Xu Xiangdong joked: "Tsk, the sponsor hasn't arrived yet. Do you think Yulou won't play tricks on us?"
Yu Min didn't know if he didn't understand, so he said seriously: "Yulou people are so nice, how can they lie to others?"
"Tch, can't you tell I'm joking?" Xu Xiangdong curled his lips.
Although the relationship has improved a lot, he still occasionally dislikes Yu Min, a country bumpkin.
Wei Guoping was about to give some advice when he suddenly saw a figure appearing at the door and was stunned.
