The extreme readers downstairs of Ming Pao didn't leave. They were still wandering around. At this moment, in Jin Yong's office upstairs,
Ni Kuang paced back and forth with a frustrated expression. Ni Kuang had sneaked into Hong Kong from the mainland in 1957. Ni Kuang had initially worked as a handyman in the dyeing factory.
He was hired by the newspaper and served as a workmate, proofreader, assistant editor, reporter and political commentator.
After that, he began to write novels under Jin Yong's encouragement, especially his 'Wesley' series of novels.
He was also known as the first sci-fi novelist in Hong Kong.
Trajectory could be seen as a poor boy's struggle history. If other factors were not taken into account, he was worthy of people learning and respecting.
However, his repeated attacks on the mainland government had made many people who had a good impression of the mainland feel disgusted with him. Summer and autumn, right
He didn't have a good impression of him. Even if the ban hadn't happened, Xia Qiu didn't want to have anything to do with him. The reason was also because
For this. In Xia Qiu's opinion, this guy's family was not good people. From the information she had read before, she knew that Ni Yinghong's family was not good people.
Kuang was the vanguard of the attack on the mainland. All kinds of sarcasm and sarcasm were even used as a metaphor in Wesley's novels.
Everyone could understand that they were dissatisfied with the mainland, but they shouldn't be like a shrew who stood on the streets and cursed non-stop every day.
Of those who came to Hong Kong to seek a living, how many were living well in the mainland?
His younger sister, Yi Yi, was also a writer, but she was the same as Ni Kuang and often attacked the mainland. His son was even more of a weirdo.
As a man, picking up girls wasn't a big deal. However, the problem was that he had been labeled by the Hong Kong media as 'Hong Kong's Number One Softest Girl' in the 1990s.
Rice King.
At this moment, Ni Kuang was not as steady and heavy as he usually was, and he did not have the scholarly temperament that he used to have. He looked at the sticky skin on his body.
The sticky egg yolk made her feel even more irritated. This morning, I had planned to come over as usual to submit my manuscript, but who knew that when I arrived at Ming Pao Building,
He was stopped by a few people. He thought that those people were his readers, but before he could get close, there was a wave of egg cracking.
If it wasn't for the security guard at the door who saw the opportunity quickly, he would probably be bruised and swollen now.
He had never seen such a thing before. In the past, even if there were readers who were dissatisfied, they would just write a letter to protest.
If things went wrong, he might end up in the hospital.
He thought that after greeting the group of editors, that kid would obediently come to his door and take a 10% interest from it.
Run, this way, you can get money without doing anything. Didn't they always do this in the past? But what was going on now?
However, he didn't give them any face. It was fine if he didn't give them any face, but he couldn't give them such a high price, right? 15 million!
He was deliberately slapping his face. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He was not only angry at Xia Qiu, but also at those editors. In the past, his books only earned a small profit.
A few hundred thousand, and at most two million. How could Xia Qiu's book earn so much? He didn't even think about it,
The story in Xia Qiu's book was only a few hundred thousand words, while the story in Xia Qiu's book was more than three million words, divided into seven volumes.
The average profit for each book was only two million, which was not much more than his. Moreover, Xia Qiu's book had a novel theme and a coherent story.
It was easier to bring the readers into the protagonist's world. In his own book, apart from a few main characters, the rest were like characters.
It was like watching a story club. It would naturally be annoying if one read too many of these novels.
What was disgusting was that he always liked to write in the first person. If this was in the future, he would definitely be thrown into outer space.
Ni Kuang felt that he had been cheated by those editors for more than ten years, and hundreds of millions of Hong Kong dollars had gone into their pockets.
Ni Kuang felt that Jin Yong, who was drinking tea leisurely, was also a big scam. He had worked hard to submit to his Ming Pao newspaper, but this old man
The reward Jin gave was too low, only 70 yuan per thousand words. "Old Jin, do you think that our novel association will publish our own books in the future?
Don't rely on those publishing companies anymore. This is simply selling cabbages. I worked so hard to write a novel, but in the end, I was slandered by these people.
Xia Qiu's book can sell for more than ten million yuan, but our book can only sell for a few million yuan.
You have to think of a way to solve this problem. Now those members are talking about this matter and saying that I took their money.
He took it for himself."
Jin Yong took a sip of tea and said slowly,"I told you not to interfere too much in the matters of the Association.
If you don't listen, who else can they look for if there's a problem? In the future, you don't have to worry about the Fictional Association anymore. Just write about you in peace.
He said that the quality of your novels has been declining recently, and there have been letters from readers to report it. The people from the Fictional Association wanted to write
If they have the ability and the book can sold well, then they will still be members of the novel association.
If they don't have the ability, they'll lose out on their own." Then, he looked at Ni Kuang and said,"I don't understand. You're not
You're short of money. Why are you stuck in the publishing process? In the end, you didn't make any money and even offended a large group of people. I think you're fine.
Now that the people in the association see that Xia Qiu has made a lot of money, they will definitely come to you for an explanation. You'd better take this opportunity to come down.
"
Ni Kuang knew that the quality of his novels was declining, but he did not care. He had so many readers, so one or two novels were too small.
Saying that the quality was not good would not have much of an impact. What he cared more about now was his own publication. Jin Yong could stop writing and not write small.
He said, but he couldn't. He still had to take care of his wife and children." Old Jin, I'll listen to you. I'm also quite annoyed with that association.
"What do you think about publishing it ourselves? Without the part of the publishing company, the profit in the middle would be tens of millions."
Jin Yong was a little tempted. He knew about the profits in the middle. He was the biggest victim himself. In fact, he himself had long had it.
Although Ming Pao was currently the largest newspaper industry in Hong Kong, the Eastern newspaper industry was still the biggest newspaper industry in Hong Kong.
The Daily and Sing Tao Daily were hot on their heels. Now Xia Qiu's new novel would be published in the newspaper. These were two novels.
If it was a serial, it would be a chaotic battle between the four newspapers. Thinking about this, Jin Yong really had a headache. Besides, he's already sealed
I've sold the copyrights to my previous novels to others. If I agree to Ni Kuang's request, I'll have to write another novel that sold well.
After some thought, he shook his head and said," I don't have time to write novels. The newspaper industry is in a mess now. The few companies behind are chasing me too closely."
Some time ago, Sing Tao Daily became the number one newspaper, causing Ming Pao to lose a large group of readers. In a few days, Cheng Bao will serialize Xia Qiu.
Alas, we'll have to fight hard again." Then, he continued,"If you can write a book like Return to the Ming Dynasty and Be a Prince,
I'll support your novel. Whether you want to publish it yourself or distribute it outside Hong Kong, I'll help you contact them."
Ni Kuang lowered his head and thought for a moment before saying firmly,"Who knows if it'll work or not? You have to try. After you write it, when the time comes,
Help me recommend more. If it's outside the port of distribution, you have to help me get some connections. I don't believe that Xia Qiu borrowed 500,000 yuan.
If we can do things well, we can't beat him with our relationship.”
Jin Yong looked at him and said,"Okay, I promise you this favor, but you have to finish writing the serial novel in the newspaper first. Otherwise, I'll give it to you."
A novel without an ending is thrown here, and we Ming Pao will be the ones to be scolded.”
Ni Kuang was delighted to hear that Jin Yong had agreed to his request." That's not a problem. My novel is almost over. Oh right, it's small."
What about the association? Are you really not going to care?"
Jin Yong recalled that this association was established under his influence. In the past, it still had a lot of influence, but now it was
A chicken rib said," Step down and let them choose their own president. I'm also stepping down as an honorary president. I don't even want to write novels.
What are you doing in there? Those people aren't writing well now. They're all fighting for power. If they ask about the publishing fee,
You can let them talk to the publishing company."
"Alright, I'll listen to you." Now that he had confirmed his publication with Jin Yong, he was no longer interested in the profits from the Fictional Association.
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