"Ah?" Pan Xiaona pulled a long voice, then said, "This time is too long, I can't wait now!"

Su Mingyang smiled and said, "This is already short, and it has been a long time for several years that I can't get the royalties."

"Tsk!" Pan Xiaona said in disbelief: "I don't know if what you said is true or false, just mess with me here."

Su Mingyang smiled and said, "It's true, why am I slandering you! It's okay if you don't have a royalty fee. Do you think I'll care about the money for a meal?"

Pan Xiaona rolled her eyes and thought for a while, "You said that, you invited us to dinner!"

Su Mingyang smiled and said, "You still have a little conscience."

Pan Xiaona turned around and saw the two stacks of money on the bed, and couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Car, why do you have so much money on the bed?"

When Su Mingyang saw that his money had not been collected and Pan Xiaona discovered it, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, and then said, "This is part of the manuscript fee they paid in advance with me just now!"

"Ah! That's so much money for the prepaid part of the manuscript?" You can tell at a glance how much it costs. Although with the deepening of reform and opening up, more and more households in 10,000 yuan were added, it was relatively unattainable for people who rely on their wages to become households in 10,000 yuan. Therefore, Pan Xiaona was very surprised and looked at Su Mingyang with little stars.

Su Mingyang said: "Yes, because I don't know when the manuscript fee is settled in the end, so a part of the manuscript fee will be paid in advance when signing the publication contract, and the money will be deducted from the manuscript fee in the end."

Pan Xiaona asked in surprise: "Chief, there is only so much advance payment, so how much does the manuscript fee for this book cost in total?"

Su Mingyang smiled and said, "Tell you, but you can only know it yourself. No one in the team can say it."

Pan Xiaona hurriedly nodded and said, "I know, I don't say anything."

Su Mingyang whispered: "The manuscript fee for this book can be about 100,000 yuan!"

"Ah!" Pan Xiaona said in shock when she heard this: "So much? The driver, then what else are you going to take? How many years do you have to work to earn 100,000 yuan!"

Su Mingyang smiled and said, "Work is work, and it has nothing to do with whether you have money or not. You can't do nothing if you have money. Just live a day and wait for death!"

Pan Xiaona said: "No, no, I can't tell you. But you must treat me to a big meal tonight!"

Su Mingyang smiled and joked, "Then you can eat me tonight. Am I considered a big meal?"

Of course Pan Xiaona knew the meaning of Su Mingyang's dialect, but pretended not to understand it, shook her head and said, "No, no, your meat is too sour, it's not as delicious as seafood."

Usually, Pan Xiao and those people always tease Su Mingyang, and they are many people, and they are married and have children. They are not jealous of meat and fish. Su Mingyang dared not say anything at all. Today, only Pan Xiaona was the only one, so he teased her casually. When he saw her reaction, Su Mingyang couldn't help but be happy. He laughed and said, "You can eat seafood, but you can't eat it for nothing. Please help me count the money. When I collected the money just now, I didn't count it. See if it was enough!"

Pan Xiaona stepped forward and patted Su Mingyang on the shoulder and said, "I said, brother, you are so heartless. You don't even count the money. Are you afraid of giving it less?" As she said that, she sat on the bed, picked up a stack of money and lit it.

After ordering two stacks of money, Pan Xiaona ordered the double stacks of money, slapped the two stacks of money into Su Mingyang's hand and said, "Twenty thousand yuan, no more or less, just right!"

Su Mingyang took the money and joked: "I'll take this 20,000 yuan tonight!"

Pan Xiaona said, "Then I can't eat it. I'm satisfied if you can spend it for 200 yuan!"

In the evening, Su Mingyang really invited a seafood meal, but not just Pan Xiaona. Of course, he couldn't go out for dinner alone with Pan Xiaona. Instead, he called Song Yue and Li Li, and called Wang Lixin, the coachman after work, and ate him more than 300 yuan in a seafood meal!

As soon as he returned to Longjiang, Su Mingyang learned that Li Yan had officially arrived at the Landao fleet yesterday as the deputy captain. The deputy commander of the team Xiao Xueyan was promoted to the main team, and the deputy commander of the fourth team Li Xueqing was transferred to the first team to serve as the deputy team for Xiao Xueyan, and the deputy commander of the fourth team was a reserve train leader of the second team and rushed up.

After returning home and having dinner, Su Mingyang called Zou Dongliang when he saw that it was almost 8 o'clock. He had to tell Zou Dongliang that he had to tell Zou Dongliang the news that the novel "Fenghuo Transportation Line" was given to China Railway Publishing House as soon as possible. After all, he had spent a lot of effort on the publication of this novel.

Zou Dongliang was in the office, and soon he answered the phone call. Su Mingyang told Zou Dongliang about the railway Publishing House contacting him to publish the book "Beacon Fire Transportation Line" and the fact that he had signed a publishing contract with the railway Publishing House.

Zou Dongliang pondered for a moment and said, "Xiao Su, you work on the railway. The double book is written on the railway theme. It is perfect for the book to be published by the Railway Publishing House. What conditions do they give you?"

Su Mingyang said: "They gave me 8.5% of the royalties and paid me 20,000 yuan in advance."

Zou Dongliang thought for a while and said, "Well, the 8.5% royalty is not low. It is a good condition to pay 20,000 yuan in advance for the royalty fee. The key is how many copies they can print?"

Su Mingyang said: "Director Li of the publishing house told me that they will print no less than 100,000 copies of this book!"

Zou Dongliang couldn't help but feel very confused when he heard this. He knew the publishing industry very well. For example, Su Mingyang's railway-themed novel, the average publishing house prints up to 30,000 copies. If there are more, he will vomit blood. He couldn't help but say in Noye's tone: "Oh! The Railway Publishing House is so big, and he dares to print so many copies in one edition!"

Su Mingyang hurriedly explained: "Teacher Zou, this is the case. Railway Publishing House is preparing to publish my novel as a bookbox for the patriotic education of railway workers. All grassroots units must subscribe to the team. There are more than 100,000 copies within the railway alone!"

When Zou Dongliang heard this, he suddenly realized that if an administrative order was ordered to be ordered within the railway, it would be more than this number, so he said: "If you say so, the conditions they give you are still quite high!"

Su Mingyang smiled and said, "As long as you don't sign, you will lose."

Zou Dongliang smiled and said, "Xiao Su, you are lucky. I'm going to have a meeting. We'll talk to you if we have time."

Su Mingyang said: "Okay, goodbye to Mr. Zou!"

After Su Mingyang put down the phone, his paging rang. He took a look at a strange local number, but he picked up the phone and replied.
Chapter completed!