The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

Editor He stared at Xu Shaoting.

Xu Shaoting shrugged his shoulders, he still learned this movement from Shen Lingjun, and he didn't know which American he learned this movement from as a British gentleman.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Xu Shaoting showed his white teeth and asked knowingly.

Editor-in-Chief He sighed: "You are so smart."

"If you hadn't read Mr. Outline's handwriting and confirmed that you are a thousand winds and bright moons, it would be really hard to imagine that such a young rookie author would be no different from an experienced veteran along the way of writing."

"No, none of the experienced old authors has written novels as innovative and highly readable as yours." Editor-in-Chief He sighed again, "Should I lament that the waves behind the Yangtze River push forward the waves before, or sigh that this is genius Is it different from ordinary people?"

Fortunately, there was Zhang Qiuren before, Shaoting listened to Rainbow Fart and had already developed a thick skin comparable to a city wall, and was able to stand still in the face of such praise.

He just complained silently: "Qianlang died on the beach..."

Editor-in-Chief He: "What did you say?"

Shaoting looked serious: "I don't understand, why do you want to deduct the bad evaluation? It's all about praise, what if I get proud because of it? There must be something in the bad evaluation content, besides..."

The young man looked dissatisfied: "It's inappropriate to open and detain the letters from readers without authorization, right?"

These letters were all addressed to him, and it was his choice whether he read them or not, but the editorial department of the magazine withheld them, no matter how he thought about it, it made no sense.

Editor-in-Chief He sighed: "It's a long story, and it makes sense for us to do this, so we have to mention two authors—"

Xu Shaoting restrained his expression, and gently reminded: "Please make a long story short, and explain what happened in concise words."

So let Shaoting listen to the stories of these two authors.

The situation of the first author is similar to him. They are both the first long serial novels of young authors, and they were well received in the early stage of publication. The same hundreds of letters were sent to the editorial department of the newspaper. The letters were never opened, and all the letters received were handed over to the author.

A week after the delivery of the two hundred letters, the editor came to pick up the manuscript, and saw the author lying motionless on the ground.

Ask him: "Why are you lying on the ground? I was shocked. I thought you had some serious illness."

The author replied: "I don't want to live anymore."

The editor said: "Finish the manuscript first, by the way, this is another letter from more than 100 readers."

Author: "Take it all and burn it. The manuscript? I didn't write a word in the manuscript. I won't write novels in the future. Whoever likes to write the following serials can write it. I don't want the manuscript fee."

Xu Shaoting was not stupid, and when he thought about the letter, he embarrassedly put forward his own speculation: "Is it because the readers scolded him too much in the letter, so they don't want to write it down?"

Editor-in-Chief He nodded sadly: "That's not the case. If that novel is properly serialized and published as a book, I guess his manuscript fee can buy a small mansion in the Shanghai stock market."

Small mansion?Isn't that a small villa?

After hearing these words, Shaoting regained his spirits. Then he thought that this is Shanghai. Whether it is in a hundred years or now, the housing prices are more than ten times higher than the national average price. He suddenly asked with bright eyes: "Can you publish a book?" How much money do you make?"

Editor-in-Chief He was a little speechless: "Why do you care about this? If a book is published, the author's royalties will of course depend on how many copies can be sold."

"If your novels can maintain the current level, based on the sales volume of several of our popular novels in the past, if I want to publish a book, I estimate that I can get [-] to [-] manuscript fees."

In Xu Shaoting's mind, he automatically converted the two to forty thousand into the purchasing power of two to four million in a hundred years.

Editor-in-Chief He saw that this man lived in a three-story mansion with a large bedroom with a double bed in the sun. At first glance, he was the doted child of the family, Mr. Qianfeng Mingyue. He looked at him with shining eyes, and swore to say This sentence: "I also want to publish a book."

"That's natural, the first book can be published when the serialization reaches about [-] words." Editor-in-Chief He smiled, "By the way, I came here in a hurry last time, and I haven't asked you how many words you plan to write in total for this novel? "

The number of words is a question that has been thought about a long time ago. Shaoting replied casually: "It is between 100 million and 120 million words. If the response is good in the later stage, it is also possible to write up to 150 million."

Editor-in-Chief He froze immediately: "How many words did you say?"

Shao Ting had no choice but to repeat, Editor-in-Chief He's eyes turned into two lowercase English letters o, looking shocked: "How can you write so much?"

Shaoting was also taken aback by this reaction. He thought that if he hadn't remembered that this was a physical serialization, he would still have written more than 300 million words.

Isn't Editor-in-Chief He going to be so frightened...jumping up?

"Can't it be so long?" Xu Shaoting changed his words with heartache, "Then I will try my best... to finish this story with 80 words, and no less."

"That's not what it means." Editor-in-Chief He quickly shook his head, but his expression was slightly embarrassed.

He was obviously not sure, but replied in an uncertain tone: "Of course, you can write as much as you want, but our newspaper has never published such a long novel serialization, and the longest novel is only 50 words. "

"And with 100 million words, two chapters and 250 words are serialized every day, that is, [-] days of serialization." Editor-in-Chief He's tone became more tactful, "But if the novel's reputation is getting worse and worse during the serialization process, the newspaper is not responsible for the readers. I will continue to serialize novels that people don’t like.”

Xu Shaoting heard it very clearly: It's nothing more than the popularity of the novel, it doesn't matter whether you finish writing it or not, it means cutting it in half.

However, he can also understand that many authors of later generations of online literature, regardless of whether they can make money or whether they are popular or not, have people who have written millions of words.

And the same thing, in the current era and the future era, as long as it takes the path of physical serialization, because as long as it is published, the author can get 100% of the corresponding manuscript fee, which leads to the fact that the author of the long-form serialization is actually in a passive position.

If your grades are good, magazines and newspapers will naturally support you, and if your grades are not good, they will naturally not want to continue to pay for it.

So in fact, the popularity of the Internet also indirectly provides creators with a platform to publish novels.

At the beginning of the popularization of video sites and smart phones, some authors worried: It is more convenient for everyone to watch videos and variety shows. Who would want to read novels?

As a result, according to the data comparison of the annual sales gold list of major websites, there are more and more paying readers. Ten years ago, no one dared to be a full-time Internet writer. Ten years later, Internet writers can also be called a profession.

Xu Shaoting just felt that even as "entertainment", the experience gained from reading novels is always different from other forms of entertainment.

It's probably like a saying that many people say badly: words are powerful.

"Then let's just take one step at a time." The young man smiled gently at Editor-in-Chief He. His room was full of sunlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows, covering the young man's smile, and Editor-in-Chief He felt a little flattered .

"Okay, that's right." Editor-in-Chief He also laughed heartily, "There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain. If things in the future haven't happened, it's just worrying in vain to decide whether it's good or bad."

"It's worthy of being an author at such an age who can write such a magnificent novel." Editor-in-Chief He expressed his feelings as if he didn't want money, "I should learn from you to have such a broad mind."

After all this, he has become a saint. Xu Shaoting quickly changed the subject: "Then there are still authors? Aren't there two authors?"

"Oh, yes, there is one more." Editor-in-Chief He turned his face over and said regretfully, "The previous one was a new author, so we can understand, but this one is an old author."

"Unexpectedly, one day after reading a letter from a reader, he lost his temper that afternoon. When we went to persuade him not to take it to heart, he had already made up his mind to go. Sure enough, he never wrote a novel since that day."

Xu Shaoting: "We can't blame them for being fragile."

After all, for most of the people he has come into contact with, the mentality is always stable, and there are only a few people who are firm and unmoved by external things.

Editor-in-Chief He smiled wryly: "But for us, it's the decrease in sales, and the fact that readers find the newspaper to throw rotten eggs. It's obvious that the author is not responsible, but we have to bear the consequences together."