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Chapter 207 An Unconventional Good Book

Chapter 207 An Unconventional Good Book

General Manager's Office of Kyoto Press.

The sun shone into the room through the stains with rain stains, and a ray of sunlight reflected a round of colorful light spots on the black women's suit through the overflowing water glass.

A pair of very clean hands with trimmed fingertips took a sip from the teacup on the coffee table in front of him, moistening his dry throat.

The teacup is put down.

Han Shuang turned his attention to the stooped middle-aged man who was sitting behind the desk and looking at the screen attentively. Although her face was still expressionless, her unconsciously tightened legs and slight stiffness could be seen. It could be seen from her back that she was a little nervous.

Qu Zhong's gaze was hidden behind the thick glasses, and the content on the monitor was printed on his glasses, and what he could see were lines of text.He held the mouse on the desktop with his right hand, and swiped the scroll wheel from time to time.Pressing the thumb of the left hand on a stack of documents on the table, the four fingers tapped the documents back and forth, making a 'da da da' sound.

Not long after, Qu Zhong stopped what he was doing, unconsciously picked up the cigarette case on the table with his right hand, took out one and placed it near his mouth, and reached into his pocket with his left hand to find a kerosene lighter.

puff.

Sparks flew, and a cluster of bright yellow flames emerged from the cotton fuse.

Just as he was about to light the cigarette in his mouth, there was a light cough in the room.

Hearing this, Qu Zhong couldn't help shaking his hand holding the lighter. He looked at the woman sitting on the sofa and staring at him with an extremely unkind expression, and quickly sneered, then closed the lighter in his hand with a 'click' , put it on the table.

Qu Zhong withdrew his target, and continued to hold the mouse with his right hand. The movement was the same as before. The only difference was that the movement of his left hand changed from unconsciously tapping documents to pressing his arm on the table, holding a cigarette with his dangling fingers, and turning unconsciously. with.

Time passed, and the hour hand of the pale golden circular clock hanging on the wall in the room moved half a frame unknowingly.

Qu Zhong let go of the mouse, let out a long breath, and leaned against the desk and chair.

"Have you finished reading?" Han Shuang said, breaking the calm in the room.

"I've finished reading." Qu Zhong nodded, put the cigarette under his nose and smelled it, looking at the cigarette with a rather reluctant smile.

"How do you feel?" Han Shuang asked slightly expectantly.

"Good book!" Qu Zhong said with a smile, but turned his head to look at Han Shuang who seemed to have a relaxed expression, and then said, "But it's not traditional."

Han Shuang's eyes turned cold, he didn't speak, but looked straight at Qu Zhong.

Seeing Han Shuang's appearance, Qu Zhong smiled. The child in front of him was raised by him, so of course he knew what Han Shuang meant, and he just wanted a reason.He glanced at Han Shuang, then lowered his head and glanced at the cigarette, grinned at the corner of his mouth, and said reluctantly: "The author of this book has a lot of knowledge. But this is a work that is against normal commercial routines, I say so Do you agree?"

Qu Zhong asked Han Shuang, Han Shuang looked at Qu Zhong, and although he wanted to refute in his heart, he still nodded, because the content of this book is quite different from the so-called traditional literature on the market today.Not to mention anything else, the book doesn't even have a definite protagonist, and it's a form where multiple lines start and go hand in hand, which is different from the books on the market.

Qu Zhong looked at Han Shuang's reaction, coughed lightly, and continued: "The literature that can be sold in traditional literature is decades, or even hundreds of years ago. The reason why many people buy it is because The reputation of these books has been accumulated through word of mouth for hundreds of years.

This is true for world famous books. How many modern and contemporary literature books are best-sellers?Even if they are artificially created hits, they have captured certain characteristics of the current era. For example, books on successful studies capture people's anxiety about their own class being lowered, and travel literature captures people who are unable to travel because of work. crowd, but how many truly successful traditional literatures are there? "

After saying that, Qu Zhong raised his head and looked at Han Shuang, his eyes becoming sharp.

Facing a series of pressing questions, Han Shuang was also a little depressed. The answer was in her heart, but she didn't want to say it.

"I know you feel sorry for this book. I also admit that it is a good work, but our publishing house has too much to take care of itself. How can we have the extra resources to promote such a novel that is likely to go nowhere?" Qu Zhong said earnestly. said.

Silence, the room fell into silence.

After a long time, Han Shuang raised his head and looked at Qu Zhong.

"But a good work will not be buried, and one day it will shine." Han Shuang said stubbornly.

Looking at Han Shuang's appearance, Qu Zhong couldn't help but said with a more serious tone.

"But can you wait until that day? Look at the works that have been popular for hundreds of years, or even hundreds of years. How many books can be popular in the author's era? How many authors who have written world famous books End up dying in poverty?

Half a step beyond his contemporaries is a genius, and one step beyond is a madman. "

"That's better than drowning out a classic."

Seeing Han Shuang's stubborn look, Qu Zhong sighed helplessly.

"It's fine to sign, but the author's conditions are unacceptable. How can an author not disclose the real information to the outside world, or even hold a signing event? On this point, no publishing house is willing to sign him." Qu Zhong pointed with his fingers. He nodded fiercely on the table and said with a displeased face.

In anger, Qu Zhong put the cigarette in his mouth, lit the flint in his hand, a wisp of light smoke rose, Qu Zhong's face showed a sense of joy, and he took a peek at Han Shuang who was still silent from the corner of his eyes , Unconsciously, there was a thrill of trickery succeeding in my heart.

On the other hand, Han Shuang fell into silence, she had no intention of interfering with Qu Zhong's smoking, and she was thinking about what Li Yi said to herself.

I will not disclose my real identity to the outside world, nor will I use my identity as a selling point to promote it, nor will I participate in any form of signing event.

This is Li Yi's original words, and it is also the reason why Qu Zhong is angry.

Other authors are begging the publishing house, but Li Yi makes all kinds of demands on the publishing house like an uncle.If it is a long-established author of traditional literature, perhaps Qu Zhong can accept it, but Li Yi, an author of Internet literature, no matter how high his status in the Internet literature, is comparable to traditional literature publishing houses like Jingdu Publishing House. The pole couldn't hit it either.

In particular, Li Yi also proposed that his other identities should not be used as a selling point for marketing, which made Qu Zhong even more angry.

If Li Yi cooperates with the promotion, the publishing house can easily produce attractive titles such as 'The latest science fiction masterpiece by the 19-year-old genius author' and 'The latest traditional science fiction masterpiece by the online author Zhou Yi'.

However, if you are angry, you are angry, but you still have to sign the autograph. Leaving aside other things for the time being, Qu Zhong, as an old book fan, is also a little curious about the next content of "Three-Body Problem".Getting angry is just finding an excuse for his own addiction to cigarettes.Moreover, Li Yi was unwilling to cooperate with the publishing house's marketing, so he could lower the price and win the book "Three-Body Problem" at a low price.

After smoking a cigarette, Qu Zhong was in a good mood, looked at Han Shuang who was still silent, coughed lightly, and said:

"Well, the publishing house can sign this book, and Li Yi's conditions can also be agreed. But we must win the three-year exclusive simplified and traditional Chinese publishing copyright of "Three-Body" in mainland China, a buyout of 100 thousand words or a 10% royalty , let him decide for himself."

"Is this too little?" Han Shuang frowned and said.

100 words, 20 words for the 2-word book of Three Body, which is probably not as good as his daily income from writing online articles.

"My silly girl. We didn't sign his "Sun God". He is a novice in the traditional literature circle, and he writes this kind of unpopular science fiction literature. We can't reveal their true identities when we announce it. This The price is not bad for a novice.

And since he puts so much effort into writing traditional literature, it means that he is not rushing to make money from traditional literature.Does online literature make money much faster than traditional literature?It is said that the Changsheng River they originated from has already exceeded one billion in revenue this year.How many authors of traditional literature can earn more than [-] million in royalties? " Qu Zhong said earnestly, then stretched out his hand to take out a cigarette from the cigarette box and lit it again, the green smoke curled up, very pleasant.

Hearing this, Han Shuang nodded, indeed.

She thought of her conversation with Li Yi in the restaurant of the Magic City Hotel, and couldn't help but chuckle. Also, if he was running to make money, why would he write the most unpopular science fiction literature in traditional literature, or the basics of hard science fiction literature? Thankless classification.

"Okay, I'll go to Li Yi to discuss it."

Han Shuang stood up, then quickly walked to Qu Zhong's desk, snatched the burning cigarette from Qu Zhong's mouth and the cigarette case on the table, and threw them into the trash can beside him. , said coldly: "Did you forget how my dad left?"

Then he walked out of the office without looking back.

"Hey!"

Looking at the remains of the cigarette in the trash can, Qu Zhong couldn't laugh or cry, but he remembered the image of a middle-aged man in his impression. Qu Zhong's expression also softened, and there was a hint of tenderness and nostalgia on his face, and he murmured unconsciously: "A You’ve been gone for so many years in the blink of an eye.”

After Han Shuang left, Qu Zhong turned his head to look at the "Three-Body Problem" on the screen, and nodded in admiration. The quality of this book was indeed beyond his imagination.

Even some forty-year-old authors can hardly have this kind of writing power.

Especially when you think of Li Yi's age, and the various achievements of this young man who is not yet 20 years old, it is even more surprising.

"Since ancient times, heroes have produced teenagers." Qu Zhong couldn't help sighing.

Han Shuang returned to her office, sat on the office chair, watched "Three-Body Problem" on the screen, her eyes flickered, and then she found Li Yi's Fetion account.

(End of this chapter)