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Chapter 60 Waiting
The place to live is settled. Although it is a bit expensive, the environment is good. It is not far from Jiangnan Publishing House. It takes about 10 minutes to walk there.

Lin Feng raised his hand to check the time, it was almost twelve o'clock, and he had to go out early in the morning, so he could take a break now.

Now it's time for lunch.

Lin Feng was going to have a full stomach before talking. He ate something in the morning and was already hungry by now.

Where are you going?

You can eat in the hotel, but Lin Feng is going to go outside for a while, it is absolutely impossible for Jiangnan Publishing House to contact him so soon, so you can go out without worry.

This is near the train station, which is one of the most prosperous centers in the provincial capital. Lin Feng started to stroll around.

The railway station square is full of traffic, except that the surrounding buildings are a little behind and people are dressed in rustic clothes, it is very lively.

There are all kinds of people looking for a living, and there are many swindlers among them, such as those who play marbles, and those who solve chess endgames, etc. Generally, several people are in a group, one person acts as the stall owner, and the others pretend to be others.

Lin Feng saw that there was a stall owner who played marbles for two yuan a game, and one person won several times in a row and won dozens of yuan.

I could see some people next to me eager to try, who doesn't want to win money, a young man took out ten yuan and said he would play five rounds, but he lost all at once.

He didn't believe in evil after losing money, so he took out another ten yuan. As you can imagine, he lost all the dozens of yuan he had.

Lin Feng looked at it from the side, thinking it was just watching the fun, and laughed after watching it for a while. In later generations, these are the leftovers of other people's play.

After strolling around for a while, Lin Feng found a restaurant one or two kilometers away from the train station to have dinner. One meat, one vegetarian, plus one soup, it cost less than five yuan.

After eating enough, I was not in a hurry to go back to the hotel, and continued to stroll on the street.

"Brother, let's come and see the gold, we have activities in our store."

Lin Feng took a look at the shop, the scale and area were not too small, and the price of gold was 65 yuan per gram.

Thinking about Maggie wearing a gold chain dangling around all day, Lin Feng thought to himself, when I have money tomorrow, should I buy a thicker one to give Maggie the limelight.

But it was quickly denied.

Buy gold only when your head is in the water. Although it will not depreciate, the room for appreciation is limited, and it will only increase several times in the next two to 30 years.

In addition, 65 yuan now is worth more than 30 yuan or 500 yuan in the next two or [-] years.

Of course, Lin Feng doesn't have so much money now, his entire net worth is one thousand or several hundred yuan, and he can't buy thirty grams of gold.

Before he knew it, Lin Feng visited a large shopping mall. Although the service of this shopping mall was not very good, the styles of suits were not bad.

In 1990, it was fashionable for men to wear suits.

The clothes in Lin Feng's closet are very limited, except for a few sets of work clothes, only a Chinese tunic suit can be bought.

For Chinese tunic suits, Lin Feng really didn't want to wear them, and since he had no other clothes, he could only choose suits. In 1990, there were not many styles of clothing, especially for men.

Then he could only choose a suit. In addition to picking a suit, Lin Feng also picked out a shirt, a tie, and a pair of leather shoes.

It cost Lin Feng more than 200 yuan to buy this outfit, which made Lin Feng feel a little bit pained. It seems that he still has to work hard to make money.

Lin Feng was shopping, and Chen Yan also knocked on the door and entered the office of the deputy editor-in-chief of the publishing house.

"Editor Hu."

"Well, you and Lin Feng have already discussed the publishing matters."

Chen Yan came here for this matter, and replied, "There is no agreement."

what!
It didn't work out!

Editor-in-Chief Hu was a little surprised. This was a bit beyond his expectation. The remuneration for manuscripts of fifteen thousand characters is not low, and many newcomers are paid less than ten thousand characters. There are many people.

"What happened? Does he think the salary is low?"

"You can't say that. He even only wants a thousand words and ten yuan for the manuscript, but there is one condition, that is, the royalties..."

Chen Yan briefly explained the situation, and Editor-in-Chief Hu thought about it for a minute or two, and then said slowly.

"What do you think?"

Chen Yan said, "I think it is possible to give him a cut of the royalties, but it is best not to exceed five points. It is too high for him to ask for ten points."

"Well, it's really too high." Editor-in-Chief Hu said, "Go and call Editor-in-Chief Zhu over."

Zhu Yingwei is another editor-in-chief of Jiangnan Publishing House. Like Chen Yan, he has also read the [-]-word manuscript of "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty".

Chen Yan quickly called Zhu Yingwei over. He was a man in his forties, tall and thin, wearing a pair of glasses.

"Editor Hu."

"Hmm." Deputy Editor-in-Chief Hu nodded lightly, and then briefly explained the situation.

what!
Thousand words and ten yuan plus ten points of royalties!

Zhu Yingwei was stunned and said, "This is too high."

Editor-in-Chief Hu waved his hand and said, "Don't consider the issue of high or low manuscript remuneration, just take the book "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty", how do you think the quality is?"

Well this...

After thinking about it for a while, Zhu Yingwei said cautiously, "From a professional point of view, this book is really good. I have never seen anyone write history like this. It makes people's eyes shine..."

He gave a good review of the book.

Editor-in-Chief Hu said, "Since you all think the quality of this book is good, then I have a solid foundation in my heart."

Chen Yan and Zhu Yingwei were also very clever, and immediately left the office of Deputy Editor-in-Chief Hu.

As for deputy editor-in-chief Hu, he sat on his sofa chair, took out a cigarette and lit it, took a deep breath, and then exhaled a smoke ring.

As long as he smoked a cigarette, he thought about it for as long as possible.

After wringing out the cigarette in the ashtray, deputy editor-in-chief Hu left the office, knocked on the door and entered the office of the editor-in-chief of Jiangnan Publishing House.

……

in the hotel.

Lin Feng has already returned. After shopping for three or four hours, he bought a lot of things and spent more than 300 yuan.

One-third of the 1000 yuan bonus was spent, Lin Feng thought in his heart, this money seems to be a lot, but it should not be spent, he must work hard to make money.

There should be news from the publishing house tomorrow morning. If there is no news by tomorrow afternoon, then I will go back. This book should also be considered for another publishing house.

The train ticket to go back has already been bought, and after learning the experience and lessons of coming to the provincial capital, Lin Feng bought the ticket in advance and got a seat ticket.

The train at eight past five o'clock in the afternoon arrives after six o'clock. If you are lucky, there are still meals in the cafeteria of Phoenix Factory.

After walking around for so long, he was a little tired, so Lin Feng didn't go out again. He took a hot bath comfortably, and then watched TV in the room.

Dinner at the hotel is a bit expensive.

the next day.

Lin Feng was still watching TV in the room. In fact, he was mainly waiting for news. At around 09:30 in the morning, the phone in the room rang.

(End of this chapter)