The extreme readers downstairs of Ming Pao did not leave. They were still wandering around. At this moment, in Jin Ming's office upstairs, Mi Ming was pacing back and forth with frustration. Mi Ming had sneaked into Gang City in 1957. Mi Ming had initially worked as a handyman in the dyeing factory and started submitting articles to Zhen Bao. Later, he was hired by Zhen Bao. He worked as a workmate, a proofreader, an assistant editor, a reporter, and a political column writer. Later, he started writing novels under Jin Ming's encouragement. Especially his " Wesley " series of novels, which were loved by many readers in Gang City. As a result, he was also known as the first sci-fi novelist in Gang City. His life after he left Gang City could be seen as the struggle of a poor boy. If other factors were not discussed, he was worthy of people's learning and respect. However, his repeated attacks on the organization made many people who had a good impression of him feel disgusted.
Xia Qiu 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. This was the reason. From Xia Qiu's point of view, this guy's entire family was no good. From the information she had read before, she knew that Mi Kuang was the vanguard of the attack. He was full of sarcasm and sarcasm, and even in Wesley's novels, he was a metaphor. Even if you were dissatisfied with him, everyone could understand, but you shouldn't be like a shrew, standing on the streets and cursing non-stop. How many people could come to Gang City to live?
His sister was also a writer, but she often attacked him, just like Mi Ming. His son was even more of a weirdo. He went around picking up girls. As a man, this was nothing. However, the problem was that he had been labeled as the 'number one freeloader' in Gang City by the media in the 1990s.
He had planned to submit his manuscript as usual this morning, but he was stopped by a few people as soon as he arrived at Ming Pao Building. He thought that those people were his readers, but before he could get close, eggs flew over. If the security guard at the door had not reacted quickly, he would have been bruised and swollen. He had never encountered such a thing before. In the past, even if there were readers who were dissatisfied, they would only write a letter to protest. How could such a situation happen now? He might end up in the hospital.
He thought that after greeting the group of editors, that kid would obediently come to him and take 10% of the profits. That way, he could get the money without doing anything. Wasn't that how it used to be? But what was going on now? Those people from Wan City were not giving him any face. It was fine if he did not give them face, but he could not give them such a high price, right? 15 million! This was a deliberate slap in the face.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He was not only angry at Xia Qiu, but also at the other book sellers. In the past, his books only earned a few hundred thousand yuan, and the most he earned was two million yuan. How could Xia Qiu's books earn so much? He had never thought that his own book only had a few hundred thousand words per story, with the most being around a million words. On the other hand, Xia Qiu's book had more than three million words. It was split into seven volumes and each volume only earned an average of two million, which was not much more than his. Moreover, Xia Qiu's novel had a novel theme and a coherent story, which made it easier for the readers to enter the protagonist's world. In his own book, other than a few main characters, the other characters and plots were randomly changed. It was like watching a story club. If one read too many of these novels, they would naturally get bored. What was even more disgusting was that they always liked to write in the first person. If this was in the future, it would definitely be a failure.
Mi Ming felt like he had been cheated by those publishing companies for more than ten years. Hundreds of millions of Jiangyuan had gone into their pockets. Looking at Jin Ming, who was leisurely drinking tea, Mi Ming felt that this guy was also a big scam. He had worked hard to submit his Ming Pao article, but the remuneration given by Jin Ming was too low. It was only 70 yuan per 1,000 words. " Old Jin, say that our Fictional Association should publish our own books in the future and not rely on those editors anymore. This is like selling cabbages. We worked so hard to write a novel, but in the end, we were slandered by these people until we couldn't even get our money back. Xia Qiu's book can sell for more than ten million, so why can our book only sell for a few million? You're the honorary president, so you have to think of a way to solve this problem. Right now, those members are all talking about this. They're even saying that I pocketed their money."
Jin Ming took a sip of tea and said slowly,"I told you not to interfere too much in the matters of the Association, but you didn't listen. Now that there's a problem, who else can they look for other than you? In the future, you don't have to worry about the Fact Association anymore. Just focus on writing your novel. Recently, the quality of your novels has declined. There have already been letters from readers reflecting this. "If the people from the Association want to publish it, just let them do it themselves. If they have the ability and the book can sold well, then they'll still be members of the Association. If they don't have the ability, they'll be the ones losing out."
After saying that, he looked at Mi Ming and said," I don't understand. You're not short of money now, so why are you stuck at the publishing stage? In the end, you didn't make any money and even offended a bunch of people. I think you're just looking for trouble. Now that the association has seen Xia Qiu make a lot of money, they'll definitely come to you for an explanation. You should take this opportunity to come down."
Mi Ming knew that the quality of his novels was declining, but he didn't care. He had so many readers, so it wouldn't affect him much if one or two novels were bad. He was more concerned about his own publishing. Jin Ming could stop writing novels, but he couldn't. He still had to support 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 on our own without the part of the publishing company? The profit from this is in the tens of millions."
Jin Ming was a little tempted. He knew about the profits in the middle. He was the biggest victim. Actually, he had this idea for a long time, but his mind was on the newspapers. Although Ming Pao was the largest newspaper in Gang City, the Oriental Daily and Sing Tao Daily were chasing after him closely. Now, Xia Qiu's new novel would be serialised on the newspaper. This was two novels. When the time came, it would be a chaotic battle between four newspapers. Thinking about these things, Jin Ming felt a little uneasy. Jin Ming felt a headache coming on.
Moreover, he had already stopped writing. The copyrights of his previous novels had been sold to others. If he agreed to Mi Ming's request, he would have to write another novel that sold well. After thinking about it, he shook his head and said," How would I have time to write a novel? The newspaper industry is in chaos now, and the few companies behind are chasing after me too tightly. 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 Pao will be serializing Xia Qiu's novel. Sigh, it'll be another tough battle then." Then, he continued," If you can write a novel like Return to the Ming Dynasty and Be a Prince, I'll support you. Whether you want to publish it yourself or publish it outside of Jianghai, I'll help you contact them."
Mi Ming lowered his head and thought for a while, then said firmly,""Who knows if it'll work or not? I have to give it a try. After I write it, help me recommend it more. If it's published outside Jianghai, help me get some connections. I don't believe that Xia Qiu could do a good job with a loan of 500,000 yuan. Our relationship can't compare to him.”
Jin Ming looked at him and said," Alright, I promise you this favor. But you have to finish the serial novel in the newspaper first. Otherwise, if you leave a novel here without an ending, Ming Pao will be the one to be scolded."”
Hearing Jin Ming agree to his request, Mi Ming was delighted." That's not a problem. My novel is about to end. Oh right, what about the novel association? Are you really not going to care?"
Jin Ming thought about how this association was established under his influence. In the past, it still had a lot of influence, but now, it was useless." Retreat and let them choose their own president. I've also retired as the honorary president. If I don't write novels, what's the point of staying in there? Those people aren't even writing properly now. They're all fighting for power. If they ask about the publishing fees, let them talk to the publishing company themselves."
"Alright, I'll listen to you." Now that he had confirmed his publication with Jin Ming, he was no longer interested in the profits from the Fictional Association.
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