I’m Really a Superstar

It's past two o'clock.

When Chenchen was about to take a nap, Zhang Ye was kicked out of the house by Rao Aimin.

Anyway, after eating and drinking enough, the guy burped happily and strolled back to his home. After almost half of the food in his stomach was digested, Zhang Ye changed into sportswear, without sneakers, and only He just made do with canvas shoes, and he followed Rao Aimin's example and went out for a run.

One lap...

Three laps...

Run around the neighborhood and keep fit.

Zhang Ye thought that his inability to perform Tai Chi might have something to do with his inability to keep up with his physical condition. It was just like Taekwondo skills. He only had the experience and skills in his mind, but was unable to maximize his strength. Not enough, not enough reaction, not enough stamina. For example, that time he fought with Wang Shuixin's son Wang Cen. Technically, Zhang Ye, who has read many Taekwondo skill books, is obviously better than Wang Cen. Even if it is not much better, then it is still The level is almost the same, but Zhang Ye suffered a loss during the fight. Instead, he was always at a disadvantage. In the end, he relied on the blood bottle, a consumable item obtained from a lottery, to unexpectedly turn the situation around. This has given Zhang Ye Ye taught.

Kung Fu alone is not enough!

You also need to have physical fitness to cooperate!

Just like Tai Chi, if he eats a thousand Tai Chi skill books in the future, but if his strength is still the same, let alone a thousand books, even if he eats 10,000 books, he will never be able to hit the palm of Rao Aimin's original palm. The moment the knife cuts the curved scissors!

Get some exercise!

You have to do this step by step and persist!

From now on, it seems that I will have to run and do push-ups and the like every day.

After running for more than an hour, Zhang Ye returned home sweating from running and walking. As soon as he walked in, his cell phone rang in his pocket and a call came.

"Hey, who's there?" Zhang Ye gasped.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang Ye, we are from North China Children's Publishing House." There was a middle-aged man's voice over there, a little hoarse.

As soon as Zhang Ye heard this, he went to the toilet and grabbed a towel to wipe his sweat. While wiping his sweat, he said, "Oh, I'm sorry, the domestic publishing rights of my fairy tales have been sold."

The middle-aged man was startled and said with a smile: "We are not here for the copyright of fairy tales. Several of your fairy tales have been made into single volumes or albums by Jingcheng Education Publishing House. We all know this. I am looking for you because I want to Let me talk about other publishing matters. As far as we know, your articles and modern poems have not been published yet, right? If the copyright is not in your hands, forget it, but I have not seen any genuine copies on the market. "

Zhang Ye was stunned for a moment, then threw down the towel and said, "My poem?"

"Yes, we want to make a collection of your essays, called "Collected Works of Zhang Ye", which will include all your articles and poems, including couplets." The middle-aged man said: "Shall we come out to talk? Or come to our publishing house?"

Zhang Ye was very interested in this thing. At noon, he was worried about how to maintain his popularity during this difficult period of no work and no exposure. Then good things came to his door. In fact, it was not that Zhang Ye had never thought of publishing a collection of poems before, but he knew it would be difficult. Among those who can really publish a collection of poems and essays, which one is not a famous master? Of course, there are some people who are not famous people who have published collections of essays, and may not be able to buy them, perhaps because of their connections, but the sales are so poor that it is better not to publish them, so I won’t go into that.

Zhang Ye always thought that the biggest difficulty in publishing a collection of poems was that he debuted too late.

It’s only been a few months, so the total number of poems and articles created is only a dozen. What is the concept of a dozen poems? Even if the font is enlarged to the maximum size and one page takes up a poem, there will only be a dozen pages in total. Not to mention a book, a booklet is too thin, and Zhang Ye himself is not willing to write that poem in one go. He took out all the classic poems from around the world, but he had to keep them on the cutting edge, so he thought about publishing a collection of poems and gave up the idea. Unexpectedly, someone actually came to the door this time.

"Okay, I'll go over there."

"I see you are out of breath. Did you just come home?"

"I've been at home all the time. Haha, I just went for a run."

"How about I go to your house? You choose the place. It's mainly up to you."

"It's okay. I also want to visit your publishing house. Give me your address and I'll drive there."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Ye also received the address from the other party on his mobile phone. Zhang Ye simply took a shower to wash away the smelly sweat on his body, and then drove over.

…

North China Children's Publishing House.

The headquarters is in Jingcheng, but the address is a bit remote, not in the eighth district of the city.

While waiting at the red light on the way here, Zhang Ye also used his mobile phone to check the situation of this publishing house online. Only then did he realize that there are many children's publishing houses across the country, but none of them publish children's books, and some even Those called children's publishing houses don't even publish children's books. They just produce some traditional novels or even online novels, which have nothing to do with "children" at all.

yard.

Zhang Ye found the main building and walked in.

As soon as he entered the front desk area, Zhang Ye was recognized by a little girl at the front desk. He only heard the little girl say: "Teacher Zhang Ye, are you here? I will take you upstairs."

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The little girl led Zhang Ye to the third floor.

Knocking on the door, the girl at the front desk pushed in and said, "Editor-in-Chief Zhang, Teacher Zhang Ye is here."

The man stood up and came over to greet him, smiled and stretched out his hand, "Hello, Teacher Zhang, we are the same family. My surname is Zhang, Zhang Lu. I have known my name for a long time." Judging from the voice, it was the middle-aged man who had just talked to him on the phone.

Zhang Ye shook hands with him, "It's all a bad reputation."

Hearing him laugh at himself, Zhang Lu said: "What the hell, if you help Dad Wei seek justice, everyone will give you a thumbs up and fire you?" Zhang Lu sneered, "They left you alone. It's ridiculous that Baoshan doesn't want it." This is the truth, and it is also Zhang Lu's innermost thoughts. If Zhang Ye were in their publishing house, let alone Zhang Ye's intention to mess up the live broadcast, no matter how big the trouble was, they would The publishing house will also arrest Zhang Ye very hard, and they will definitely not let him go, because they have already heard about the terrifying sales of "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" and several of his fairy tales. Such a treasure mountain and a money tree, Who doesn't want it?

Of course, you can’t say that, and you can’t compare things like this. After all, there is a big difference between publishing houses and TV stations. Nowadays, publishing houses focus on making profits, and political publishing has become less common. However, TV stations are more concerned with making money than making money. In terms of earning ratings and advertising sponsorships, what matters more is the political aspect, and the industry situation is different.

There were still people in the room, maybe three or four.

Zhang Lu introduced them to Zhang Ye one by one, including both men and women, who were all staff of the publishing house.

After getting to know each other, Zhang Ye also sat down and said, "I don't know much about the anthology yet, and I don't know how you want to publish it. Are there not enough pages?"

Zhang Lu smiled and said: "That's enough, with illustrations."

"Illustrations?" Zhang Ye sweated, "Isn't this enough?"

"There are also translations and word analysis. A poem has three or four pages, one page is illustrations, one page is text, and another one or two pages is analysis. Of course, we can't write this analysis. Even if we can, we can't. I dare not write. No one dares to say that they can understand all your works. You still have to be the original author for these. The same goes for those couplets. Three poems per page or two poems per page. In this case, you can make a book. There is no problem." Zhang Lu said.

Zhang Ye thought about it for a moment, "The analysis is fine, but... is it too low in gold content?" It sounds like it's just a few pages.

A young man at the back said: "Nothing less. Of your works, if you take out a poem and make it into an album, no one will gossip, let alone the collection of works that contains so many of your works, "Haiyan" and "Haiyan" "In Praise of Baiyang", it is trivial to enlarge the font and occupy seven or eight pages."

sweat!

How big is this font?

However, Zhang Ye himself really wanted to publish an anthology. Firstly, it was for fame, secondly, to maintain his popularity, and thirdly, for money, even if the game had no reputation value, he could also make some extra money.

Finally, the price was agreed upon.

Copyright buyout, price is 400,000!

This is already quite high. After all, anthologies are not novels. They are not as popular as popular books such as novels. In other words, some literary youths will buy a few copies. Therefore, the price is naturally not as good as "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", and is on par with fairy tales. That’s all. But if you compare it not with novels, but with other pure literary works or collections of other authors, the copyright price of Zhang Ye's collection is much higher than them.

No reason!

It’s true that every one of Zhang Ye’s works is so popular!

After the matter was discussed and the contract was drawn up, Zhang Lu and Zhang Ye shook hands again, "It's a pleasure to cooperate. Thank you for trusting our publishing house. Leave all publishing and publicity matters to us. With your reputation and popularity in Beijing, sales will definitely It won't be low." After a pause, he said: "It's just something to analyze poetry..."

Zhang Ye said: "I will write it when I get back and give it to you tomorrow."

Zhang Lu liked Zhang Ye's happiness very much and his work efficiency was too high. He said: "Okay, you have to work hard. In fact, it can be done within a month. After all, the workload of analysis is not small. Well, there is also the possibility that we can It needs a preface, or a wedge, or a summary of the collection of poems similar to a preface.”

Zhang Ye blinked and said, "Preface?"

Zhang Lu nodded, "Yes, you can write whatever you want. It's best if it echoes the content of the collection. Otherwise, the first page will be the main text of the collection. There is something missing. What do you think?"

"Yeah." Zhang Ye asked, "Do you have a pen?"

Zhang Lu's eyes lit up, "Write it now? Okay! Of course!"

The few men and women behind also knew that not everyone was lucky enough to see Zhang Ye's works on site, and they were very interested and excited. "How about using a brush? In this case, I can use your calligraphy directly." When you make a cover or preface, it’s more flavorful than regular computer fonts.”

Zhang Lu agreed: "Yes, a good idea. I heard that Teacher Zhang's calligraphy is very good."

"Okay." Zhang Ye said nonchalantly.

A young man quickly went to do it. He came back a minute later and brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and even offered to grind it for Zhang Ye.

"I'm here to take pictures." A woman took out her camera and took a few side and front photos, including the editor-in-chief Zhang Lu and others. They could be used for publicity and promotion. Then the woman pointed the camera at the site. Waiting to take pictures of Teacher Zhang Ye writing.

sequence?

Does it fit with the content?

Your own collection of essays must include your own thoughts and values?

Thinking about the death written in "My Confession" and "Prison Song", thinking about the survival written in "A Generation" and "Praise to Poplar"...

Zhang Ye picked up the writing brush and wrote a line of preface on the rice paper.

"Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves - Zhang Ye." (To be continued) [ ] If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the Chuangshi Chinese website to vote for recommendation, and become a member to click. Support is my biggest motivation. )