I Am a Big Player

Chapter 8 Big layman

Give money? Ren He is not crazy, right? Promise thinking.

It turned out that the voice just now was a bit loud, and the previous classmates who were packing up also heard it. Everyone looked at each other and smiled and whispered: “Even the money for going out is not pretending to be here.”

The crowd after school walked out busily. At this time, there was a more conspicuous old man wearing a simple cotton shirt, but with outstanding temperament and spirit, he didn’t know who was waiting at the school gate.

“Why do I look so familiar?”

“I can’t remember it, it seems a bit familiar.”

For junior high school students, you may have seen Mr. Zhou on some news, but it may be difficult for them to remember that such a distant figure is not a celebrity or something.

Ren He did his homework after receiving the call from Zhou Lao, so he greeted him as soon as he saw a real person: “Hello, Zhou Lao, I am Ren He.”

After hearing this, Mr. Zhou smiled and looked at Ren He: “The young man is very energetic, let’s exercise regularly, let’s go, let’s talk while walking.”

Only Zhou Lao came here. There was no luxury car or driver. As a result, only such a detail made Ren He very fond of him. When the other party was walking with him, he suddenly changed from an imposing old man to picking up his grandson from school. Grandpa.

Simple and down-to-earth, this is Ren He’s first impression of Zhou Lao. It’s not like the heroes in the imagination, they are always eager to travel, and there is no special car. Maybe I got off the train and took the bus.

After receiving the call from Zhou Lao, Ren He collected the news of this old gentleman seriously: he is famous for his simplicity. It seems that most of his social activities are to promote classic literary works. When he finds good works, it is simply Sparing no effort to support.

Now, it is not an exaggeration to say that Zhou’s old students are scattered all over the country. There are even many politicians and businessmen who want to become his students.

However, he never accepts students, but the writers or admirers he brought out willingly call him Teacher Zhou.

“Why do you want to write the Three-Character Classic? Did you really write it?” Zhou Laoxiao asked. It was still difficult for him to calm his mood after a week: the classic of the Three-Character Classic was taken by a 14-year-old. The child wrote it out, then everyone is tens of years old, and they are almost living in the belly of a dog.

“Can you not answer this question?” Ren He smiled bitterly: “I believe you must be surprised, but what I can guarantee is that if there is a copyright dispute, all the consequences will be borne by me alone, and Mr. Zhou does not need to worry about this. ”

To be honest, although he copied the classics, Ren He just wanted to make money and didn’t think about anything else. He didn’t need to be famous, and he didn’t need others to recognize his literary level. He just wanted to make money, it was that simple.

After all, Ren He is just a rough layman. You really want to say that he has so many resources that he can use but don’t use when he lives again. That doesn’t fit the character of a layman. Is there any psychological pressure? Yes, but only a little bit.

Ren He actually thought about it carefully. In fact, if most people experienced the same thing as him, he would not use the classics if he didn’t believe it.

Everyone is a layman, there is nothing to be upright. It’s just that the iron lipstick insists that it was created by myself and is narcissistic in it, which is another matter.

Elder Zhou shrugged after thinking for a while: “Since you don’t want to talk about this, forget it. The main purpose of this visit is to talk to you about copyright issues, and then decide on royalties.”

“I think about this, 6% is fine, but it is 6% of the fixed price, not the wholesale price,” Ren He said confidently.

The so-called royalty is a payment method of manuscript tax that has been used all over the world for hundreds of years, that is, the royalties that Ren He can get = book pricing X circulation X 6%.

In fact, 8% royalties are generally more common, but that is calculated on the basis of the 65% wholesale price. From this point of view, 6% is higher than Ren He wants.

Elder Zhou stopped and looked at Ren He deeply. This 6% can’t tell who is the one who suffers. He can only say that everyone still has money to make. He suddenly smiled and said, “Okay, just do it as this is said. It’s the first time I’m negotiating with a 14-year-old boy. I don’t know where to start. If the talk is too strong, people will say that I am a lot of age and bully you.”

“Lao Zhou will definitely not bully me,” Ren He said cheerfully.

“Let’s go, find a place to invite me to dinner, and sign the contract by the way. I brought the contract.”

“There is a noodle restaurant in front of me, which is good, and… the manuscript fee for the third edition of the Kyoto Daily…” Ren He rubbed his hands in embarrassment.

Zhou Lao’s eyes suddenly widened: “You just ask me to eat noodles?”

“That’s it, I have to take the manuscript fee you gave me,” Ren He flipped through his pocket and indicated that there was only 50 cents in it: “If I say I wrote the three-character classic for money, would you believe it?”

Zhou Lao laughed heartily: “Eat noodles when you eat noodles! When I was in Kyoto, I always wanted to eat a bowl of fried noodles, but I was always running out of time. Today I counted as a blessing to you!” He said, he took an envelope from He took it out of his arms and patted it on Ren He’s hand: “A-level poem draft fee, I will give you 48 yuan per line.”

The cost of writing poems has always been calculated according to the number of lines, but most of the so-called literati are only 100 yuan for a poem, and there are more works of 1 yuan per line, so Ren He’s previous draft fee for the three-character classic would be somewhat unfounded. , Because he doesn’t know how much money the other party can give.

Ren He started counting money directly in front of Zhou Lao, totaling more than 8,000!

“One line is 48 yuan, I would have known a few more lines…” Ren He whispered.

“I believe it now.”

Ren He froze for a moment: “Believe what?”

Zhou Lao said with a complex expression: “I believe you are writing the Three-Character Sutra for money, and for the first time someone counts the manuscript fee in front of me. Those writers are afraid that this action will make their works smell like copper. They hope In the eyes of others, I am always aloof and indifferent to human fireworks.”

Ren He laughed: “Don’t mind, I’m a big vulgar, where there is so much hypocrisy, but have you ever heard a word? The big vulgar is the elegant.”

“A big vulgar is great elegance…” Zhou Lao pondered the taste of these words: “Hahaha, a big vulgar is elegant!” To be honest, it was the first time he heard this sentence, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is not surprising, because even this sentence was brought by Ren He from the parallel world.

In this way, Zhou Wumeng brought Ren He more than 8,000 manuscript fees and possibly a steady stream of royalties in the future. As a result, Ren He invited Zhou Wumeng to a small roadside restaurant egg noodles.

Zhou Wumeng seems to be happier.

Before leaving, Zhou Wumeng asked: “There will be works like the Three Character Classic in the future, and we can continue to cooperate. In the history of literature, we have experienced too many things like burning books and Confucianism, Daxing writing prison, which led to our literature beginning in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States period. Up to now, there hasn’t been much progress, and too many historical masterpieces have been lost in the long river of history.”

Ren He touched his chin and thought that the cultural trajectory of this parallel world may have been deviated by some acts of destroying knowledge in history. It is estimated that there are also glorious masterpieces like in his previous life, but they have all been wiped out. . However, he was copying the classics by himself. He didn’t plan to spend his life frequently in a short period of time. He replied: “There is no more for the time being. This is in exchange for life.”

“Huh?” Zhou Wumeng was puzzled, why did he get his life in exchange for it?

“It’s okay, I mean just writing this, I’m going to die,” Ren He couldn’t tell others that he has already gotten into the punishment system…

When he sent Mr. Zhou away, Ren He didn’t even notice that he was behind them. Duan Xiaolou had already seen this scene in his eyes.

There was a look of doubt in her eyes. She always felt that this old man seemed to have seen where she had seen it. It seemed to be the news a few days ago.

Duan Xiaolou returned home and ignored her parents’ greetings, so she entered her room and turned on the computer to search for the news she remembered. It was only half an hour later that she finally found it: “Kyoto Daily” Editor-in-Chief Zhou Wumeng: Three-character classic is in Mengtong Milestone history.