Siheyuan: Start with senior technicians

Qin Huairu was stunned for a while, thinking about where she had guessed where Yang Weibiao had invested five hundred. No wonder others reacted that way, saying she was ignorant.

Qin Huairu was thinking when she suddenly saw Yang Weibiao coming to the kitchen, followed by a strange girl, but looking at her clothes, she knew she was from a wealthy family, or she was a member of a high-ranking official.

"Where's the Silly Pillar?"

Yang Weibiao looked around and saw no one.

"I'm coming."

Silly Zhu was just hiding from Qin Huairu, but he was actually right next to the kitchen.

"Nanyi, come here too."

"okay!"

Nan Yi also hurried over. He worked hard for half a month during his off-duty time and earned sixty yuan. He felt what fast money meant. It was the time to work hard.

"Let me introduce to you, this is Lou Xiao'e, a clerk from the Publicity Department!"

"Hi, I know this."

Of course Sha Zhu knew Lou Xiao'e, and they met when they went to Lou's house to play a movie with Xu Damao.

Nan Yi was confused, what was he doing?

Yang Weibiao then said: "I am looking for you three to discuss something. I am going to compile a cookbook called Palace Cuisine!"

"Recipe? Palace cuisine?"

The three of them were confused, including Lou Xiaoe.

Qin Huairu was standing over there. Before he could drive her away, she regarded herself as a little transparent.

"Yes! Silly Zhu, you are the descendant of Tan's cuisine, which is ranked second. Needless to say, Nan Yi, you know more about palace cuisine.

And you, Lou Xiao'e, have a rich family background. Your mother's surname is Tan. You are a descendant of the Tan family's cuisine.

So, the three of you are working together to help me compile a cookbook, or recipes to be precise.

In this matter, everyone is paid, so the work is not in vain. "

Yang Weibiao also had a sudden idea, because just now he actually received another royalties. The poem he wrote last time was used by a newspaper.

This allowed him to discover a way to make money. Otherwise, in the current environment, you would be easily criticized for anything you do, but you can just get royalties.

"Yang Weibiao, it's okay to make up recipes, but what do you use them for? Your cooking skills are quite good."

Nan Yi was confused as to what was going on.

"Come to my office and talk."

Yang Weibiao thought that this was the chef after all, and there were many people with mixed eyes, so it would not be good for the news to spread temporarily.

At this time, Qin Huairu did not dare to follow him, and was extremely curious.

Here, after arriving at the office, Yang Weibiao made it clear, "I want to publish this cookbook, and the signature will be my name.

You can just take the labor fee, fifty yuan each, no matter how young or old you are. "

It's equivalent to him spending a hundred and fifty to find someone to edit the book. This is really not an ordinary willfulness.

"Ah, you want to publish the cookbook."

The three people were confused again.

After a while, Lou Xiao'e said: "Yang Weibiao, I can't cook!"

"It's okay, you have hands, ahem, you can write. The two of them said, you write.

Not only do you have to write recipes, but you also have to introduce the story behind each dish, and then criticize it and point out the level of luxury in the palace. Do you understand?

This is a politically correct cookbook that will pass muster with me when the time comes.

I'll give you a week, Lou Xiao'e, please work hard, take time to record in the factory during the day, and go back and work overtime at night to sort it out. "

Yang Weibiao wants more reasonable income.

Based on his current salary, it is actually quite a lot. It is more than 1,600 yuan a year, but it is still not enough, so he really has to make money reasonably.

In other words, only by turning the money in the dark and using it openly can we truly live a good life, and others cannot report him because his income is legal.

"A week should be enough."

Lou Xiao'e thought that it was not easy for her to just record the recipes.

Silly Zhu and Nan Yi are fine, they can earn fifty yuan.

"Okay, I'll see the recipe in a week."

After Yang Weibiao finished explaining, he left the steel rolling mill and went to the Writers' Association to find Feng Huacheng. This had to be put to good use.

"Director Yang, please sit down quickly. Do you have anything to do with me?"

Feng Huacheng didn't expect anyone else to come, so something must have happened.

"By the way, how did the last poetry competition go?"

Yang Weibiao thought that there would be no more social interactions, so he forgot about Feng Huacheng.

"Alas! It was a little bit worse. I only got second place, which is not bad."

Although it was a pity that Feng Huacheng did not win the first place, he was still very grateful to Yang Weibiao because the gift was given free of charge by others.

"The days are long and you will have another chance next time.

I am here to publish a cookbook this time. You also know that I am the canteen director and need political achievements. "

Yang Weibiao told the story. Although he could find other connections regarding the publishing issue, he finally decided to let Feng Huacheng handle it. This guy seemed aloof, but in fact he was an unscrupulous egoist.

It is the most appropriate thing to help him with this kind of thing, and he will not only publish one book, but also make money from it in the long term.

"Director Yang, I think it is feasible for you to publish recipes for palace dishes, and it would be easy for the publisher to contact you.

But I'm afraid it won't be easy to sell. It would be great if there are only 500 copies in the first printing. "

Feng Huacheng expressed his worries. Not only would this not make money, it would not improve his reputation, and it would not even count as making a profit at a loss.

"You introduce people to me, and I will print 100,000 copies."

Yang Weibiao waved his hand and said, "My brother wants to make money from this. The plan is to price it at 30 cents. He will get ten cents in royalties, which is three cents per book. In general, it is only six cents, which is less than two cents."

If he prints 100,000 copies for three cents, he will get a royalties of 3,000 yuan, which will trigger the payment of taxes, and he will have to pay more than 200 yuan.

It's good to pay it. After paying it, the money will be more legal.

"One hundred thousand copies!"

Feng Huacheng was immediately confused. Good guy, do you really dare to think about it? Do the people from the publishing house dare to agree?

"Just introduce me to the person who can make the decision."

"it is good!"

Feng Huacheng also gave it and found a deputy director who could speak to Xinhua News Agency.

He didn't know what the two talked about in the office.

When they opened the door and came out, even the two of them were happy.

"Director Yang, don't worry, you can send the manuscript and I will arrange for the editor to contact you. If there are any problems, I will correct it directly for you.

The 100,000 copies you want are absolutely no problem. I will arrange for typesetting and printing as soon as possible. "

The person in charge has a very good attitude, but the only thing missing is the publication of the manuscript.

"Director Ye, I'm going to trouble you. Don't worry, this won't be a problem."

Yang Weibiao was mumbling riddles because he didn't want others to hear him.

When they got outside, Feng Huacheng didn't even come back to his senses.

"Director Yang, it's settled, one hundred thousand copies?"

"Yes, otherwise you think you can still do this."

Yang Weibiao did not explain, and then withdrew. Feng Huacheng was a tool man. He would use it when he thought of it and forget about it.

Soon, a week later, Lou Xiaoe's recipe was written and quickly sent to the publishing house.