After being reborn as a top student, she made it onto the Forbes rich list

Lu Hui spoke up: "Our intention is that this book made at least a million yuan for the website in the first month of its ranking. This is a conservative estimate of the revenue. I also liked reading novels in the past few years. The authors I followed were considered the top authors on the website, and their copyright fees started at tens of millions."

Zhao Zong's sweat began to drip down his forehead.

He pulled a napkin from the table nearby.

He laughed dryly, "Hahaha, Guardian, you also said that that is the price of the top writers of the top websites. Now our website has just started, so of course the first copyright cannot be sold at such a high price."

Lu Hui crossed his long legs.

His expression was cold: "Of course, you are a new website. To be precise, you only started to officially promote long-length novels last month. I know this. The traffic of female channels has never been greater than that of male channels. After all, the population base is there. I know this in my heart. But..."

Mr. Zhao's heart was lifted by these words.

Lu Hui raised his eyelids and looked over with a bit of sharpness: "If you want to become one of the two major websites to compete with the top authors, first, you need to build momentum for the top authors, that is, to create gods. Second, the copyright fee must not be low. Think about it, as a new website, you have to let outsiders see the strength of your website, economic strength, soft power and hard power. Where can you see it? Look at the promotion and welfare benefits for the top authors. Once you have the first top author, there will be a steady stream of new top authors in the future, attracting authors from other large websites to help you fill your library. In this way, won’t the whole website come alive?"

"Third, we want to split the copyright fee 70% to 30%, 70% for us and 30% for the other two websites."

Lu Hui's tone was calm.

It seems that they are not talking about copyright fees of tens of millions or even hundreds of millions, but that a piece of onion that costs one dollar at a street stall can be chopped down to three cents.

"you!"

Mr. Zhao stood up suddenly.

His face turned blue and white.

He came this time to control Fu Shi San Qian.

The senior executives of their company have all read the book Floating World Sanqian, and they can definitely compete with the top authors of those two top websites.

The overall quality is very high.

But I heard that this is the first full-length novel of Ukiyo Sansen.

That is to say, this is her debut work, and the character they have currently created for her is a star that falls from the sky, which has maxed out the gimmick.

This negotiation is very important. Their entire senior management wants Fushi Sanqian to only provide articles to their website.

After all, their website originally targeted the lower-end market and collected short stories.

But after transforming into a long novel, you can no longer fill your library with family-related social stories and single-minded sweet stories.

There have to be some works that have a little cultural background, are well-written, and can arouse the readers' emotions and keep them firmly on the Night Literature Network, right?

And Fushi Sanqian suddenly appeared and immediately met all their needs.

But the problem now is that the top management thinks that Fu Shi San Qian is a rookie and has never seen the world.

I want to hire her at a lower price so that she can write more good works for the company.

In other words, you want the horse to run, but you don't want it to eat grass.

Mr. Zhao is the most skilled PUA executive in the company, no doubt about it, so he was sent out today to try to successfully take over Fushi Sanqian at a low price in one fell swoop.

Mr. Zhao's eyes and brows were filled with anger at having his rhythm disrupted.

His tone was a little impolite: "Guardian, you should know that the success of Fushi Sanqian is largely due to our website's strong promotion. If she went to other places, she might just be forgotten by everyone. Other websites would not spend so much effort to cultivate a newcomer. Moreover, your request for a 70% split in copyright fees is really a bit too much."

Lu Hui's expression remained calm, without any sign of fear of falling out. "Oh? I believe in your company's vision. Since you chose Fushi Sanqian's novel from so many novels, you must have seen the commercial value behind it. And this is the first time that a big name has signed a copyright agreement with a 30% to 70% split. If you spread the word, it will be good for your website!"

Mr. Zhao’s angry expression froze: “What?!”

Suppose the original copyright fee was 50-50, that is, they could earn 500,000 for every 1 million, and it was changed to 30-70.

They can only get 300,000.

Is this good for their site?

Is this grandson here to joke?

A sarcastic expression was about to appear on Mr. Zhao's face.

"For those two sites of enlightenment, the male-oriented sites split the revenue 50-50, but that's because the male-oriented sites make more money from tips and subscriptions, which is much better than free sites. The female-oriented sites split the revenue 20-80, with the site making 20% ​​and the author making 80%, which is quite advantageous. That's why these two sites can stand firm. If there is no gimmick to attract great authors to your site, why would they give up such high copyright fees or such high income from writing articles and come to your site?"

"The website is just making a concession now, so that all the authors on the top websites can see that you are sincere in wanting to attract authors. The concession now is to make more money in the future. Mr. Zhao, think carefully, is it better for a top author to give the company a share of 500,000 yuan in income for each work, or is it better to attract more authors after building up a reputation, and then earn 300,000 yuan from each of the dozens of authors?"

Lu Hui stood up, patted Mr. Zhao on the shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Mr. Zhao, have a meeting with the senior management. You can't have the horse run and not eat grass at the same time, right? My niece is very capable. By the way, my goal for the copyright of this book is no less than 3 million. If it's lower, I'll just hold on to it. As for how to do it, it depends on your company."

He turned his head and looked at Zhu Heyi: "Let's go, little girl, we have other things to do!"

Zhu Heyi looked at his uncle with shining eyes, and his big eyes were full of admiration!

The uncle is so handsome when negotiating!

And the ideas are so clear!

He was not led astray by Mr. Zhao's PUA at all. On the contrary, Mr. Zhao, who came in full of high spirits at the beginning, now sat on the stool with a dejected expression, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Baiwan lowered his head and his shoulders kept shaking.

She secretly glanced at the awesome uncle from Fushi Sanqian.

She immediately tried to suppress it.

Mr. Zhao is known for his exposed tendencies and is particularly good at PUA.

Let them work overtime when they have nothing to do and treat the company as their own home.

She bah!

Every day, Lao Zhao gets off work on time at five o'clock, and reminds them to work overtime until after nine o'clock.

Why? Although overtime pay is high, they work for a better life, not to have no life.

I come here to work to save enough money to redeem myself as soon as possible, not to become an oiran.

The phrase that Lao Zhao always says every day is: "Cheer up and work hard! The company pays you such a high salary, so you must contribute more to the company!"

Now, finally someone has come who can cure him.

When they were about to step out of the office, Mr. Zhao stopped them and said, "Wait. Sign the contract."