According to Wang Jian, the income of a novel is guaranteed royalties plus share royalties.

The share ratio of the royalty of a general novel is between 6% and 14%. The more famous the author is, the better the work, and the higher the share ratio.

The various conditions proposed by Roy can only explain one thing.

That is Xuele Publishing House’s attitude towards "I Am a Great Master", just like buying lottery tickets for change.

It's just a casual try.

This also means that they will not spend much effort on post-publication publicity.

Roy looked at Wang Jian's silent appearance and said again: "Sorry, this is the best condition I can win for you."

"Although I personally like this novel, I still have to say that publishing it is a gamble for any publisher."

"Can I wait a little?" Wang Jian said frankly: "I want to see the conditions given by other publishers."

"Of course, this is your freedom." Roy stood up and handed Wang Jian a business card. "This is my contact information, and I hope we have the opportunity to cooperate."

Then he said goodbye and left.

After Wang Jian sent Roy out of the apartment, he sat on the sofa with his business card in his hand, slowly calculating.

I bought a dictionary to write a novel, which cost $150.

Two Spider-Man, $8.

Copy the manuscript, $50.

Stamp envelope, $10.

If you count using the old man's typewriter and viewing publisher information, it will be worth at least $500.

The energy and labor he put into writing novels is calculated based on McDonald's hourly salary, which is $300.

More than $1,000.

According to the conditions of Xuele Publishing House, after "I Am a Great Master" is published, after all, I can earn $4,000 after I sell it all.

But according to Wang Jian’s understanding, except for the phenomenon-level bestseller, a novel can only be sold for about one-third within one year of publication.

That's less than $1,400.

So I expect to earn about $400 from "I Am a Great Master"?

Damn it!

Sure enough, writing novels is a dead end.

It’s better to go to Chinatown to scan your face and find a master to learn how to cook.

Wang Jian was sighing that he was obsessed with this period of time and actually wanted to write novels to make money.

Suddenly, my eyes looked at the clock on the wall.

Before I knew it, it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

Wang Jian was stunned at first, then quickly put on his coat and ran out the door.

He also has to go to the home of a sign-in official who uses his power for personal gain and be a temporary nanny.

At this moment, in a middle-class community in Brooklyn, sign-in officer Lily was calling her best friend while trying on clothes in front of the closet.

"You don't know. Today, I changed my clothes and suffocated all the prisoners. What you said is right! What happened to the divorce? What happened to the age of thirty? I will still kill the whole audience in seconds!"

…

"The one you introduced is an artist? You don't want to get married? It doesn't matter, I don't want to get married either. I'm spending the alimony of a scumbag while finding a lover, which makes him angry!"

…

"I gave birth to him, but he actually cheated!"

…

"Well, yes, a seventeen-year-old Asian guy. It doesn't matter. He was a first-time stealer and was timid. He even sneaked his legs in his stockings, haha."

At this moment, the doorbell suddenly sounded outside the door.

Lily said to the other side and hung up the phone.

Then, she wore a black hip-covered skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and tied high heels, and came to the door of the house.

Looking outside through the cat's eyes, Wang Jianzheng looked at his watch while wiping sweat.

Lily opened the door and said to Wang Jian: "It's very good, very punctual. Then, you only need to be a nanny for two hours before you complete the task."

"Okay, OK." Wang Jian said with some stuttering as he looked at the increasingly sexy sign-in officer.

"Jen, Jen! Come out quickly."

As Lily shouted, a little blonde white boy ran out.

"This is your temporary nanny today, call me brother." Lily said.

"Brother." The little boy shouted sternly.

"From now on, you can play an hour of games. At 9 o'clock, you have to sleep, do you know?" Lily said.

"Well, thank you mom." After that, the little boy ignored Wang Jian, turned around and ran to the sofa, turned on the TV and game console, and started playing.

"I will come back in two hours." Lily said to Wang Jian, "You are not allowed to leave the room during these two hours, do you understand?"

"I understand." Wang Jian responded.

"Then...just see you." Lily pondered for a moment.

Then, he turned around and took his small bag and left the room.

Wang Jian looked at the little boy who was concentrating on playing games a little awkwardly.

I don’t say anything, just watch this kid play games?

I have never dealt with my children in my two lives.

The little boy looked back at Wang Jian, then sighed.

"Oh, sit down. My name is Jean, what's your name?" the little boy asked in a big tone.

"Wang Jian, you can call me Wang." Wang Jian breathed a sigh of relief and replied.

"Wang?" Gene said this word awkwardly, then pointed to the TV and asked, "Can you play?"

Wang Jian looked up and saw Conra.

This game... I am so good at playing it!

"Do you play together?" Gene asked with a handle.

"Okay." Wang Jian looked up at the time. Just five minutes passed, and then he had no choice but to agree.

The moment he took the handle, he felt a wonderful sense of time and space disorder.

"Oh, you're so stupid," Jean shouted, "You have to run first and then jump. That's how you jump over."

"No, look at the back and dodge bullets!"

"Die again, stupid."

Wang Jian's head was covered with black lines.

Why is this kid so playful?

It seems that I have to use my trump card.

Up and down, left and right baba

"You're over," said Gene, "Sure enough, you're as stupid as your dad."

"I still have life." Wang Jian smiled and looked at another little man jumping out on the left side of the screen.

Gene looked at Wang Jian and was stunned, then was killed by the level boss.

Wang Jian used three lives to exhaust the boss and successfully entered the next level.

"How come you have so many lives?" Gene shouted, "Tell me, teach me quickly."

"Call me well, brother." Wang Jian teased Gene.

"Good brother, the best brother." Gene had no moral integrity at all.

"Uh," Wang Jian twitched his mouth, then took Gene's handle and called out thirty lives.

Just like that, an hour passed.

Wang Jian put away the handle and said to Gene: "It's time for you to go to bed."

"Play another plate, the last plate." Gene pleaded.

"No." Wang Jian thought about the sign-in form held by the sign-in officer and gritted his teeth and refused.

"Okay." Gene returned the handle, "but you have to tell me a story."
Chapter completed!