One hundred thousand words, right?”

These days, as long as Lin Chaoyang finishes writing part of the content, she will read it, which has become a required course for her every day.

Although she hasn't counted the word count for the ending she wrote today, the overall word count shouldn't be much different.

"It would be better to have more words, as you can earn more royalties."

Tao Yushu laughed and said: "But this kind of novel has a certain reading threshold. If it is published, the response may not be so good?"

"It doesn't matter, as long as you have the royalties." Lin Chaoyang said nonchalantly.

The next day, when Lin Chaoyang was thinking about which journal to send the manuscript to, Li Shuguang from the Humanities Society found the library.

He was responsible for the publication of the single volume of "Little Shoes" by the Humanities Society, and he also attended the symposium held by "Yenjing Literature and Art".

Lin Chaoyang was curious about the reason why Li Shuguang came to see him today. When he asked, he found out that Li Shuguang came to give him time to go to the Humanities Society to sign a new publishing contract.

"What contract?" Lin Chaoyang asked.

"In the contract for "Little Shoes", haven't the new regulations on royalties come down? From now on, royalties will be paid for the number of prints." Li Shuguang explained.

Lin Chaoyang didn't expect that there would be an unexpected surprise. The Humanities Club was really kind in doing things.

After talking about re-signing the publishing contract, Li Shuguang continued: "I watched your "The First Floor", and I didn't expect you to write such a good script. Such a script is not something ordinary people can write.

"

At this time, the Yanjing Normal University version of "The First Floor in the World" had already stopped performing. Li Shuguang was talking about the script of "The First Floor in the World" that had just been published in "Yenching Literature and Art" this month.

Lin Chaoyang said a few polite words, and Li Shuguang asked again: "I heard that your script has been given to Renyi?"

"right."

Li Shuguang nodded, "When this play is performed at the Capital Theater in the future, I will definitely go and see it."

"Thanks."

"Have you written anything new recently?" Li Shuguang asked casually.

"I just finished writing a novel."

Li Shuguang's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that he would get something unexpected today, "What are you writing about? A novella or a full-length novel?"

"A long novel, written about summer."

Li Shuguang wanted Lin Chaoyang to show him the manuscript, but Lin Chaoyang hesitated.

He planned to submit the novel to a literary magazine first, so that he could publish it later and earn two royalties.

If the manuscript is given directly to Li Shuguang, it is equivalent to losing the manuscript fee for publication.

"My novel will be submitted to a magazine." Lin Chaoyang said cryptically.

Li Shuguang immediately understood what he meant, and laughed and said: "What a big deal, I guarantee you can earn publication fees."

Lin Chaoyang thought he was going to submit the novel to "People's Literature" and said: "Last time, "Wreaths Under the Mountains" was originally promised to Lao Liu of "October", but in the end, he had no choice but to give it to "People's Literature".

I can’t give it to them this time.”

"Don't give it to them." Li Shuguang also echoed.

Lin Chaoyang gave him a confused look, what do you mean?

"How about "Contemporary"?" Li Shuguang asked.
Chapter completed!