Yang Zhen picked up his coffee and took a sip. The coffee made his brain slightly excited.
After quickly estimating the revenue from the audio copyright, he said with a troubled expression,"Mr. Fang, even so, 1.8 million is still too expensive. How about this, I'll make the decision to raise the price to 150 per thousand words. What do you think?”
"150 per thousand words? Then I might as well choose to split the profits."
Fang Yi burst out laughing and then continued,"To be honest, in a few years, any one of these copyrights will be worth more than 1.8 million.”
"Who knows what will happen in a few years?”Yang Zhen said helplessly.
Fang Yi stopped smiling and said seriously,""Chief Editor Yang, we don't have to pretend. I'll be frank. My starting price is 1.5 million. If Hongyan Press can't accept it, then I can only try to negotiate with another publishing firm.”
The advantage of having the initiative was obvious. He had many choices, but there was only one book for Ghost Blows Out the Light.
Yang Zhen knew that he had to make a decision as soon as possible.
He took a deep breath and said," Mr. Fang, I can't decide on this price. Please wait for a moment. I'll make a call."”
After saying that, Yang Zhen stood up and walked out of the cafe.
After leaving the cafe, he took out his Mora998 motorcycle and dialed a number.
Soon, the call was connected. Yang Zhen said,"Old Ning, can I ask you something?"
"What is it?"
On the other end of the phone was the God of Wealth Ning.
Both of them were editors-in-chief of their respective companies and were partners, so their relationship was naturally not bad.
They often chatted, and Yang Zhen knew that he had a unique understanding of scripts and movies, so he explained the general situation of Ghost Blows Out the Light and asked,"What do you think of the profits from the film adaptation of 'Ghost Blows Out the Light'?”
"I'm very optimistic!"
On the other end of the phone, Ning Caishen analyzed,""As I said before, the essence of this book is to explore and seize treasures. Just based on this point, it is very suitable for adaptation. Even if he hadn't seen the original work, it wouldn't affect the experience of watching the movie.”
"And you said that he wrote a total of eight books, each of which is related to each other and almost an independent story. It could totally be made into a series of movies, just like the blockbusters overseas.”
After Yang Zhen silently listened, he asked,"Then how much do you think the film and television rights will sell for in a few years?”
"Who can say for sure? But after all, this book is very popular. With the guarantee, the price will definitely not be low.”When it came to money, God of Wealth Ning was more cautious.
"Alright, I got it!"
Yang Zhen nodded and thanked him." Thank you, Old Ning. I'll treat you to a drink later."”
"Alright, I'll treat you when you come back. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up first!”
After hanging up the phone, Yang Zhen did not stay outside for long. He turned around and returned to the cafe.
Yang Zhen sat down opposite Fang Yi and said seriously,"Mr. Fang, I discussed it with the leader just now. He thinks that the price of 1.5 million is still a little high. How about 1.3 million?"
Tsk!
That was an extra 300,000 yuan.
Fang Yi held back his laughter and said in a tough tone,"1.4 million, this is the lowest price. If your publishing firm is still unable to accept it, then I can only express my regret.”
"Mr. Fang, our publishing firm has to bear a lot of risks to acquire your copyrights.”
The two of them looked at each other and cursed each other in their hearts.
Life was like a play, it all depended on acting skills!
The two of them haggled for a while and finally set the price at 1.35 million!
Don't underestimate this 50,000 yuan. It was equivalent to half a commercial house in the city.
After the price was set, the two of them began to discuss the details of the contract. For example, Yang Zhen requested that the remaining six chapters of Ghost Blows Out the Light be completed within half a year. Otherwise, if they exceeded the time limit, they would ask for compensation.
Correspondingly, Fang Yi also made a request. After the contract was signed, the publishing house had to transfer the 1.35 million yuan into his account within three working days.
It was not until two o'clock in the afternoon that the contract was completely negotiated.
"Mr. Fang, do you have anything to add?”Yang Zhen said as he handed the contract over.
Fang Yi took the contract and read it carefully.
The publishing contract was directly stipulated by the national law, so it was not complicated. The rights and interests of all parties were clearly stated, unlike the business contracts of later generations, which could easily be dozens or hundreds of pages long.
After confirming that there was no problem with the contract, Fang Yi smiled and said,"I have nothing else to add!"
"In that case, please sign it, Mr. Fang!”
Yang Zhen said as he handed over a fountain pen.
There were two copies of the contract, and Fang Yi signed his name on each of them. The two contracts would be brought back to Shanghai together. After they were stamped with the official seal of the publishing firm, a copy of the contract would be mailed to Fang Yi.
Shaking hands again, Yang Zhen packed up the contract and the original manuscript, stood up, and said,"Mr. Fang, it's been a pleasure working with you. We'll be leaving first!”
"Then I won't keep you. Be careful on the road.”Fang Yi laughed.
As the three of them talked, they came to the bar counter. Fang Yi said,"Waiter, the bill, please!"
"The three of you spent 218.50 yuan this time!”
It had to be said that the expenses here were really high. The three of them ate something for lunch. Including two cups of coffee and orange juice, it cost more than 200 yuan.
It was equivalent to a quarter of Old Fang's monthly salary.
Hearing this, Yang Zhen took a step forward and took out his wallet to pay the bill.
From their previous conversation, they knew that Fang Yi had just graduated from high school, and from his clothes, they knew that his family was not rich. Therefore, she paid the money first to avoid embarrassing Fang Yi.
"Chief Editor Yang, I'm really sorry. I came all the way here and still have to ask you to treat me.”
Fang Yi was very generous and did not beat Fatty up.
"Haha, it's fine." Yang Zhen laughed heartily. Next time Mr. Fang comes to Shanghai, remember to invite me.”
No one would laugh at Fang Yi foolishly. Even the waiter in the cafe knew that after today, he would have millions of dollars.
In the millennium, who would dare to laugh at an 18-year-old millionaire who made money with his own abilities?
"Goodbye!"
Watching the Santana disappear at the end of the street, Fang Yi rode his bicycle and drove toward his neighborhood with satisfaction.
The first bucket of gold was done!
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