Zuo Mo also realized that he was hearing hallucinations and asked quickly: "Teacher Jiang, what did you just say?"
"How much do you want me to pay you?" Jiang Yulou repeated.
Zuo Mo also emphasized: "Ah, we are the Central People's Broadcasting Station."
Their station has broadcast many novels, but they have never paid them.
"So what? If CCTV wants to make my novel into a TV series, don't they still have to pay me?" Jiang Yulou said.
Zuo Moye: "..."
Jiang Yulou continued: "What you have broadcast before are novels without copyright similar to "Yue Fei's Biography". Of course, you don't need to pay royalties. But my novels are different. I am still alive and I need royalties to eat."
"This...is like this." Zuo Mo also thought about it, and it seemed that it was really like this.
It seems that the novels they broadcast before did not have copyrights, so they really didn’t pay much attention to it. The result is now good. The station fell in love with a novel and wanted to give it a broadcast. They asked for remuneration but they didn't have a standard. This happened.
"Then you think, how much is appropriate?" Zuo Mo also thought that the call could not be in vain, so he wanted to ask Jiang Yulou clearly what he wanted.
"CCTV gave me 10,000..."
Before Jiang Yulou could finish speaking, Zuo Mo also interrupted him quickly, "Hey, Teacher Jiang, our radio station is not as big as the TV station. The TV station is a big business. Now I heard that we can still earn advertising fees, but we can't do it. The programs are all It relies on state funding, and the funds are really limited. Ten thousand yuan can cover the salary of all the staff of our first program, which we really can’t afford.”
In short, in one sentence, there is no money.
Jiang Yulou was silent, so what else could he say?
He cleared his throat and said: "Mr. Zuo, in this case, we can only cooperate with each other."
"Wait a minute, Teacher Jiang, don't refuse in a hurry. Do you think you can be gentler?" Zuo Mo also comforted him with a smile.
Jiang Yulou asked, "How much can you give me?"
"This..." Zuo Mo couldn't answer. The station hadn't set the standards yet, so he couldn't agree rashly.
"Look, your radio station doesn't have its own standards, how can I make a counter-offer?" Jiang Yulou said.
After that, he ignored Zuo Moye's request and hung up the phone.
Ji Zhenghuai asked with a shocked look on his face: "You just hung up the phone like this?"
"Didn't you hear that the other party didn't even want to pay for the royalties in the first place, so what's there to talk about?" Jiang Yulou shrugged and said, "I have a big family to support, so if I don't pay for the royalties, I'll be drinking from the northwest."
With that, he left the office. Thinking about it, people from Yangguang won't bother him anymore in a short time.
On the other end, Zuo Mo, who was hung up on, also looked confused: "He...he actually hung up on me?"
Then, a surge of anger surged into his heart. But when he thought about Jiang Yulou's age, he became discouraged again.
He shook his head, smiled awkwardly and said: "Young and energetic, we are all young people now, and they are different from our generation."
I don’t know if he was talking to himself or to other people in the office.
Zuo Mo also thought for a moment. The boss still had to make a decision regarding the royalties.
So Zuo Mo also found the leader and told Jiang Yulou's request.
After the leader heard this, he was also shocked, "What, there are still writers asking us for royalties?"
Zuo Mo also nodded awkwardly and said, "He said CCTV bought the adaptation rights and gave him 10,000 yuan."
"What, ten...ten thousand yuan?" The leader sat up from his chair in surprise, "Is Lao Dai crazy?"
Lao Dai is Dai Linfeng. They work in the same system and have been friends for many years.
Zuo Mo also lowered his head and said nothing, pretending that he didn't hear the leader's complaints.
"Well, it's a TV station after all. It's richer than us in broadcasting." The leader laughed at himself and then asked: "But what do you think about copyright? Do you have to pay royalties?"
Zuo Mo also said ambiguously: "Well, the current economic environment is not good, and many writers rely on remuneration to make a living. It is a bit unjustifiable to refuse to pay. Of course, these are some writers, and the older generation is still very dedicated."
After thinking for a moment, the leader said: "Well, now is not the same as during sports. And, did you hear that the author's remuneration has also been supplemented?"
"The marshal you're talking about?" Zuo Mo also asked.
"Um."
Zuo Mo also thought for a moment and said, "Leader, we still have to follow the policy."
"I don't know what you mean, but the station doesn't have much funding." The leader was a little embarrassed. After thinking about it, he asked, "Do radio stations in other cities have this long-running column?"
Zuo Mo also said: "Yes, but the usage fee varies, and the maximum does not exceed one hundred yuan."
The leader made a decision: "Then let's learn from the radio stations in other cities. Let's set the price at 100 yuan."
After a pause, he continued: "As for the author of "The Conspiracy", please work harder. Since the end of the "The Legend of Yue Fei" series, the listening rate of our novel serial program has dropped significantly, and we are in urgent need of a good work to top it. "The Conspiracy" is the most popular novel now. I have a hunch that if our program can broadcast this novel, the audience will definitely experience a big explosion. If he dislikes the low royalties, he can give in to other conditions. "
"I understand." Zuo Mo also said thoughtfully.
The next day, Zuo Mo also contacted Jiang Yulou again. But this time it was not through phone calls, but directly to the school.
Still in Ji Zhenghuai's office, the old man joked to Jiang Yulou: "Oh, my office has now become a place for you to discuss business."
"Director Ji, this is not a business discussion, we are discussing major matters that enrich the people's spiritual world." Jiang Yulou said seriously.
Ji Zhenghuai shook his head helplessly, "You kid."
This kid doesn't know where he comes from so many fallacious theories, and sometimes even he can't explain them.
Zuo Mo was also a little confused at the side. Who was Ji Zhenghuai? He was a well-known educator and literary worker in the country. Everyone in the top management knew such a person. However, the young people in front of him were all joking with him. This...
He finally understood why Jiang Yulou dared to face CCTV and ask for a sky-high price, and why he dared to hang up on him. Just based on this young man's behavior today, he has already given him face.
As a result, his original idea of suppressing the other party was stopped.
Thinking of this, Zuo Mo also changed his smile and said, "Teacher Jiang, the reason why I trouble you today is because of the royalties for the novel "The Conspiracy"."
Jiang Yulou glanced at him, and then asked calmly: "Why, have you discussed how much you can give in royalties?"
"One hundred yuan, this is the standard set by the station, and the price is also the same for radio stations across the country." Zuo Moye said.
One hundred yuan...am I short of that one hundred yuan?
Jiang Yulou complained for a while, but with a mysterious smile on his face, he said: "Actually, I don't need any money."
"What?!"
