"Yes, three thousand pounds."
Adrian heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Su Xiu's surprised expression. He continued,"The sales volume of 'There's No Survivor' this week is 200,000 copies, and the sales are around 10,000 pounds. According to the 30% share of the royalties, the total was 3,000 pounds.”
"30%?"
Su Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly, looking a little surprised.
Generally speaking, writers were divided into three categories:
The lowest tier was a fixed fee, which was based on the number of words written.
However, no matter how much the book sold, it had nothing to do with the author.
Most of the authors were in the middle tier, and they were split according to ten percent of the sales.
The highest level was to increase the ratio from 10% to 20%.
But no matter what, it was impossible to reach such an exaggerated level of 30%.
It seemed like the author and the publishing house would split the profits 30 - 70.
But in reality, the publishing house still had to bear the cost of publishing and advertising the book.
The final profit might be similar to the author's 30%.
If the sales were too poor, they might even lose money.
However, Adrian still offered a 30% share.
It had to be said that this was a rather bold decision.
The reason for his decision was obvious.
He wanted to rope Su Xiu in.
Although 30% was high, it also meant that it was difficult for other publishing houses to offer the same high price. This could prevent Su Xiu from jumping ship as much as possible.
After all, even though both of them mentioned 'friends'.
However, their relationship was actually just that of strangers who had met twice.
" Other than benefits, there is no other way to maintain our friendship.”
Adrian looked at Su Xiu nervously.
Although he had already made a huge concession, the initiative was still in Su Xiu's hands.
"Then,"
Su Xiu nodded slightly and smiled." I just accepted it."”
"Of course."
Adrian heaved a sigh of relief and chuckled." That's only the first week's share. According to our estimates, the book will sell at least two million copies in Britain. When the time was right, the book would be published throughout the continent. At that time, the sales would at least exceed 20 million!”
Adrian's heart surged with excitement.
20 million copies was a million pounds!
Even when his father was alive, the sales of all the books in the entire publishing house combined could not compare to this one!
There was no doubt that this was an opportunity for the publishing firm to revive.
He would not miss it no matter what.
"20 million copies?"
Su Xiu's eyes moved slightly as if he was deep in thought.
In his previous life, the sales volume of the book," No Survivor ", was at least 100 million copies.
The sales of 20 million copies was really nothing.
One million pounds of sales, even if he could get 300,000 pounds, it was not a lot.
However, although one book was only 300,000 pounds.
But what about two books? Ten books?
Accumulated, this was also a considerable amount of income.
"Adrian, my friend."
Su Xiu suddenly said," Actually, I still have some other novels that I want you to help publish and distribute.”
"Oh! It's my honor!"
"Please believe me, Sue!" Adrian was overjoyed. My publishing firm still has the strength to publish your other novels!”
Su Xiu's novel had revived his publishing house, which had been in a bad state.
If there were more, what would happen?
If he could obtain the publishing rights to all of Su Xiu's novels, wouldn't he make a fortune?
Adrian could not help but tremble in excitement, and he was filled with anticipation for the future.
"Then I might have to trouble you to come back with me, Adrian.”
Su Xiu wiped his mouth with a napkin on the table and said with a smile," Otherwise, I wouldn't have personally sent my manuscript to your publishing house. After all, I don't know where to go.”
"This is what I should do, my friend.”
Adrian smiled as well. He could not wait to read Su Xiu's other novels.
With " No Survivor " as the foundation, he believed that Su Xiu's other novels would definitely not be of poor quality.
Hence, in Su Xiu's residence.
Adrian successfully read Su Xiu's other novel.
This was what he had copied…ahem, he had written this week.
"The Murder on the Oriental Express?"
Adrian was filled with curiosity and interest when he read the title of the novel.
He knew about the Oriental Express. He had taken this train before.
This was a long-distance train that departed from Paris, France, and went straight to Turks, Turkey, across Europe.
It had been twenty-six years since the first voyage.
Then, Adrian suddenly remembered that Su Xiu was an Asian.
They came from a country far further east than Osman, the Celestial Empire.
Perhaps he had taken this train when he came to Great Britain.
Therefore, he used this train as the inspiration for his novel.
Adrian could not help but feel a little regretful.
It was a pity that Su Xiu had not been in Britain for a long time. Otherwise, he would know that there were many things in Britain that could inspire him, and it was far more than a train from Gaul.
However, even though he had some complaints about the novel's prototype-
After all, it was based on the French train.
But when he read on, he suddenly felt a refreshing feeling.
As time passed, he became more and more addicted to it, unable to extricate himself.
The story told the story of Hercule Poirot, a famous detective from belgium.
He solved an internal case for the French army in Aleppo, Syria, and then took the Toros Express to Turkey, where he planned to transfer back to Europe.
That night, Poirot was awakened by a wail.
At the same time, due to the blizzard, the train was trapped between Vinkovci and Brod.
A man named Ratchett died in his compartment. He had been stabbed 12 times, but the door was locked from the inside.
However, as the investigation went deeper, the case seemed to become more complicated.
"Adrian."
Su Xiu could not help but shout when he saw that Adrian was immersed in the story again.
"Ah, sorry."
Adrian came back to his senses and quickly apologized." Sorry, I was too engrossed in it.”
"No, it's okay."
"As long as you're satisfied, Adrian," Su Xiu chuckled.”
"Satisfied! I'm very satisfied!"
Adrian nodded solemnly and said without hesitation," Su, don't worry. I'll get the publishing firm to print and publish it as soon as I get back!”
Although this novel was not as amazing as " No Survivor ".
But unexpectedly, this Murder on the Oriental Express was equally fascinating.
He believed that this was definitely a masterpiece that was not inferior to " No Survivors "!
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