It’s not just that no one has published it. As of 1990, in the “Interim Regulations on Book Remuneration” promulgated by the National Copyright Administration, the highest standard for manuscript remuneration is only 30 yuan per thousand words. For those who are favorably paid, the standard can be raised appropriately. But it should not exceed 40 yuan per thousand words.

This was a new regulation on royalties enacted after the price explosion in 1987 and 1988. The fee of 50 yuan per thousand words was enough for Lin Chaoyang to see Li Shifei's sincerity.

"Lao Li, don't be joking. Can your publishing house agree to the price you give me?"

After all the words were spoken, Li Shifei certainly could not take them back. He looked resolute and said categorically:

"I am also the editor-in-chief after all, so I can still do this.

As long as your manuscript can meet my requirements and reach the level of the one I have now, I will have to force it on you if you don’t take the 50 yuan manuscript fee for a thousand words!"

Lin Chaoyang nodded slowly, "Okay! I promise you, a masterpiece of magical realism in the style of "One Hundred Years of Solitude", I will accept this task!"

Feeling the solemnity in Lin Chaoyang's words, Li Shifei couldn't help but hold his hand.

Li Shifei knew very well that it was extremely difficult for any writer to create a work that could meet the standards mentioned by the two of them.

If nothing else, the time investment alone is enough to put off most writers.

Two years is not too little, five years is not too much, or even longer...

How many five years do we have in our lifetime?

Thinking of this, Li Shifei held Lin Chaoyang's hand harder.

"Chaoyang, there is a long way to go!"
Chapter completed!