Throughout the morning, Li Xiaohu was sitting in the classroom with needles and needles. Every time he was resting between classes, a large number of classmates would come to watch, making him unable to even want to have a stable sleep.

Finally, the last class ended. As soon as the head teacher announced the news of the holiday, Li Xiaohu quickly pulled Zhang Xiaoming to escape from the classroom. In fact, Li Xiaohu was quite vain. If everyone just worshiped him casually, he could still enjoy the pleasure of floating, but if he ran to watch like this, it would be a bit unbearable.

Meeting Lin Yue at the school gate, Li Xiaohu went to find a copy shop, copied a total of 30 copies of the script, handed it to Lin Yue two copies, and then agreed on a contact information. Li Xiaohu and Zhang Xiaoming went to the headquarters of the "Shenzhou Wuhun" magazine with Zhang Xiaoming.

When Xie Longjun learned that the two of them were coming, he warmly welcomed them in.

"Have you brought the manuscripts after "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"?" Xie Longjun asked straight to the point without being too polite. As the editor-in-chief of the magazine, Xie Longjun personally urged the manuscripts, but who said Li Xiaohu was a relative?

"I brought it all," Li Xiaohu took out a 3.5-inch floppy disk from his schoolbag and handed it to Xie Longjun. "There are about 400,000 words in total. By the way, how is the sales of this issue of "Shenzhou Martial Soul"?"

"400,000 words? Huh, you have a lot of manuscripts," Xie Longjun was surprised. He thought that the 400,000 words were written by Li Xiaohu before. If he knew that Li Xiaohu had only taken about ten days to write so many words, he would be even more surprised.

The office was equipped with a computer. Xie Longjun inserted the floppy disk and answered Li Xiaohu's question casually: "Yesterday's sales statistics have been released, which has dropped by more than ten percentage points from the previous issue."

Li Xiaohu's heart suddenly sank, thinking that he wouldn't be able to, is Jin Yong's novel really going to fail?

Seeing that Li Xiaohu's face was not very good, Xie Longjun couldn't help but laugh and said, "Young people should be calm, this is just a normal phenomenon, because the main novel of the previous issue just ended. The readers who have been following them will naturally not be particularly urgent when buying magazines. Sales have temporarily declined, which is purely normal. So to see the market reaction of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", you have to wait for another two days." He said, pressing the phone on his desk and saying to the person on the other end of the phone: "Did you have the sales statistics in the morning? Get me a copy."

Li Xiaohu breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, the beginning of Jin Yong's novels was not a surprise when you look at them. Jin Yong's strengths are character creation, plot, story structure, etc. These require a certain amount of textual preparation to slowly introduce people into a charming place.

However, the sales volume could not be reflected for a while, and Li Xiaohu scratched his head a little. I wonder if Xie Longjun could still agree to pay the royalties in advance.

Soon someone came over with the sales statistics table. Xie Longjun looked at it and smiled happily: "It seems that the market response is pretty good, and it has been rising steadily. Generally speaking, such a situation means that the novel is very popular among readers. I think the final magazine sales should be better than the main novels in the previous issue."

After hearing this, Li Xiaohu's face finally became a little brighter. In fact, after thinking about it carefully, it is really unrealistic to expect a novel that has only been published with tens of thousands of words to become popular all of a sudden.

Xie Longjun turned his head and looked at the manuscripts on the computer carefully, and the office became quiet.

Of course, I can’t finish reading the 400,000-word manuscript for a while. Perhaps the plot of the novel is too exciting, and Xie Longjun was fascinated by it. It was not until more than an hour later that he suddenly woke up, raised his head, smiled awkwardly, and said, “Sorry, I almost forgot that there are still customers. The novel is so beautiful and very fascinating. Well, I suddenly realized that I have become your loyal fan, haha…”

Li Xiaohu was secretly happy. It seemed that Jin Yong's novels were still very charming. He hesitated for a moment and said, "That's right, about the royalties..."

"You have to pay the royalties in advance?" Xie Longjun waved his hand proudly without waiting for Li Xiaohu to finish his words. "This is absolutely fine. It is worth giving some convenience to excellent authors. I will arrange someone to call the card for the 400,000-word manuscript fee."

The editor-in-chief is really decisive in doing things. He immediately grabbed the phone and asked his subordinates to start the payment process. The magazine sometimes also had to buy people's hearts for the signed authors, especially those with particularly potential like Li Xiaohu, who should prevent them from being poached by other magazines.

In fact, Xie Longjun has already begun to consider whether to raise the manuscript fee for Li Xiaohu. "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" can make him, the editor-in-chief fascinate. It can be seen that it is unquestionable whether it is excellent. Then its authors and their treatment will certainly increase accordingly.

Li Xiaohu didn't expect things to go so well, so he was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked: "Then thank you uncle."

"You don't have to be so polite. It's natural to change the manuscript fee. There's nothing to thank for," Xie Longjun waved his hand and said, "But, now that you have received the manuscript fee, shouldn't it be better to buy a mobile phone? Otherwise, our magazine would have to contact you, but it would be really not convenient."

Li Xiaohu nodded repeatedly, but said in his heart, do you want to buy a mobile phone? There is no need to worry about this. Even if I want to buy it, I have to wait until my movie is filmed before saying, "I'd better leave an email address for Uncle Xie first. If you have any questions, just send me an email. Your magazine should also have a special email mailbox? I can submit articles in the future and send you emails, so there is no need to run around and get around so troublesome."

Of course, it is impossible for such a big magazine to not even have a way to submit emails. At the moment, the two parties exchanged email addresses, and Li Xiaohu took Zhang Xiaoming away from the magazine with a bright face.

"Where are you going now?" Zhang Xiaoming asked, standing on the street.

"Go home first, call my elder brother when you get home and see how he is preparing," Li Xiaohu answered with confidence. Seeing a bus coming, he photographed Zhang Xiaoming and said, "Get on the bus... If things go well with my elder brother, maybe you can start shooting tonight."

When Zhang Xiaoming heard that the movie was about to start filming, he was very excited. He was so proud that he actually ran straight to the front of the bus. If Li Xiaohu had not been held back in time, this guy would have almost become a classic example of joy and sorrow.

When he got home, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon. The eldest brother Li Xiaoshan had not come back yet. Li Xiaohu asked Zhang Xiaoming to throw all his things in his room, and then ran to the living room to call the eldest brother.

Li Xiaoshan has a mobile phone, so he wants to contact various crews in order to get a supporting role in it. Of course, it is not possible without a convenient contact information. So he saved money and bought an old mobile phone by himself, but he didn't ask for money from his family.
Chapter completed!