121: She will definitely support Xie Yunxuan for the rest of her life and will never cheat on him in this life!

The contract specified that the copyright belonged to him, granting Wenyuan Bookstore a 5-year publication and distribution right.

The first print run for the physical edition was 100,000 copies, priced at 32 yuan, with a 10% royalty.

Royalty refers to the share of income an author receives based on the sales of their work. His share of income = book price × sales quantity × 10%.

The book price would also be discounted, and sales platforms and publishers would also take a share, in addition to deducting operational and discount costs.

Only well-known or top authors could reach 15%. For a new author, a 10% royalty was considered a good figure.

Moreover, with the copyright in his own hands, the future income from film and television adaptations would also be quite substantial.

In his previous life, he had seen news about an online author who wrote a novel on a small, unknown website, and the copyright belonged to the website.

One day, the author suddenly discovered that his novel had been adapted into a short drama and had become a hit.

When he went to ask for money, the website only gave him a little over ten thousand yuan.

The author was unwilling, but it was a hit short drama, so he secretly contacted the actors, looked up the director's self-introduction online, and found out that the short drama had accumulated over ten million yuan in recharges.

The author angrily demanded for a long time, but still only received a little over ten thousand yuan.

The other party's business department insisted that the recharge amount and the rankings were all fake and that they were not making money.

He pursued it for a year without success, and he didn't know what happened afterward.

Hiss—it still requires capital and connections.

Chen Fang roughly read the contract and replied to the editor that he would have his attorney contact her today, then ended the conversation.

On the other end of the network.

Qin Miaomiao finished her work expressionlessly, and finally, out of consideration for maintaining a good relationship, sent a cute emoji.

Then she stretched and let out a long sigh of relief.

Just then, a message from her best friend popped up in the chat software: “Miaomiao! Xie Yunxuan posted on Weibo saying he had mailed the gifts to the lucky fans, and there are photos!”

Qin Miaomiao's eyes lit up, and she immediately opened Weibo, went to Xie Yunxuan's homepage, and saw that he had posted a photo with a pile of gift boxes and cards, with the names at the beginning of each card blurred out.

Last week, Xie Yunxuan held an event, drawing ninety-nine lucky fans to receive his handwritten blessings, and she was one of the lucky ones!

Ah ah ah!

She had been a fan of celebrities since junior high school, changing seven or eight times in between.

Since she mostly enjoyed them for free, this was her first time getting so close to a celebrity.

Oh my god, how happy, as if a small dream in life had come true.

She would definitely support Xie Yunxuan for life; she would absolutely never switch allegiance in this lifetime!

Under the same sky.

In a row of villas.

Xie Yunxuan lay on the sofa, holding his phone, looking at the excited comments from fans on the screen, and smiled faintly.

This was as it should be.

He was an idol who was responsible for his fans' fantasies.

His fans must always be his fans!

...

On the other side.

After Chen Fang signed the contract, he continued to read the script for legend of fong sai-yuk.

Over the next period, he successively filmed endorsements for a mobile phone brand and a high-end stationery brand, and participated in the styling test and charity event for legend of fong sai-yuk.

Soon, the end of the month arrived.

At 9 AM on June 30th, Wenyuan Bookstore announced the winners of this year's Wenxing Cup on its official website and official social media accounts.

In an apartment in the suburbs of Magic City, an alarm clock suddenly rang.

The author Xinghai resentfully pressed the alarm, forced himself to open his eyes despite the drowsiness, and slowly got up to turn on his computer.

He woke up so early not to write, but to see who had been selected for the Wenxing Cup.

He was an old author; he had published a physical novel right after graduating from high school.

After graduating from university, he picked up this profession again.

Six years ago, he even won a second prize in the Wensu Cup.

The Wenxing Cup and Wensu Cup were both competitions held by Wenyuan Bookstore, except that the former targeted readers under 40, and the latter targeted readers over 40.

He had also submitted to the Wenxing Cup for the past two years.

He asked his former editor, who told him that he ranked seventh the year before last and eighth last year, just barely missing out, and encouraged him to keep up the good work.

This year, it was TMD seventh again!

He really had to suspect foul play; why!

Xinghai rubbed his hair and sighed deeply.

Perhaps, he understood that Nobel Literature Prize perennial runner-up the most.

Or perhaps, he was simply not suited to writing this kind of novel.

After being sad for many days, he still couldn't let it go, and today he wanted to see who was ahead of him!

Thinking of this, his computer also finished booting.

He quickly opened the official website and scanned the list with his gaze.

“First Prize: time messenger”

“Second Prize: prisoner, Silent Testimony”

“Third Prize: Against the Light, Virtual Lover, ghost blows out the light 1: the ancient city of精绝”

He couldn't quite tell the quality from the titles, so he clicked on each synopsis to view them.

When he saw the synopsis for the first book, time messenger, his eyes widened.

Holy cow, the same genre?!

What kind of luck was this?

Was it because there was a similar genre that he didn't make it?

In reality, his strength was definitely within the top six, right?

It must be like this!

Xinghai straightened his back, instantly transforming from a frost-bitten eggplant into an indignant, unappreciated, proud scholar.

He continued to read through the synopses one by one.

When he saw the second book, his wife also woke up groggily, sat next to him, and said, “Are the results out? Let me see too.”

“Mm.” He continued to look down, all the way to the last book.

“Hu Bayi went to the mountains and countryside, arriving at Ganggangyingzi on the border of Inner Mongolia.

He brought with him the ancestral “Sixteen-Character Yin-Yang Feng Shui Secret Art,” and in his leisure time, he memorized the words in the book by heart.

Later, he joined the army and went to Tibet Province, where he encountered an avalanche and fell into a huge gully… ”

Xinghai's mouth was slightly agape.

“No, why did this book make it? What emotion does it satisfy?”

His wife cupped her face and stared at the screen, hesitating for a moment, then glanced at him with complex eyes, feeling helpless and pained.

From the synopsis alone, although this book lacked gimmicks and hot emotions, its subject matter was quite novel, and its cultural depth was not shallow.

Moreover, the synopsis couldn't explain everything; perhaps the content was well-written?

Her husband couldn't possibly not see it; he clearly had a self-serving bias in his cognition.

This is a cognitive phenomenon where people tend to attribute success to themselves and failure to external factors, to maintain self-esteem and self-worth, and to help themselves cope with setbacks in life.

However, this can easily make people overlook their own problems, prevent them from learning and improving from failures, and even lead to conflicts and misunderstandings with competitors.

His wife propped her left hand on her cheek, tilted her head to look at him, and poked his arm with her right hand, “Are you subconsciously thinking it might be good, but you don't want to admit it?”

Xinghai's gaze flickered, and he snorted, “How could it be good? What market does this book have? What emotion does it satisfy? Mine must be better.”

His wife pursed her lips, propping her cheek as she thought for a moment.

Now was not the time to hurt his self-esteem.

But when people are emotional, they tend to speak carelessly.

What he just said was fine to say at home, but if he were to say it in a fan group, it could easily lead to big trouble, so she had to stabilize his mindset.

His wife linked her arm through his, looked up, and said with a smile, “Yes, indeed, what we wrote is definitely better than his, but criticism needs to be well-reasoned.

When the 12th comes, go buy two copies, and we can criticize them together.”

Xinghai paused for a moment, then sighed deeply, raising a hand to cover his forehead, “I… I know I'm a bit emotional, but let me vent first.”

His wife patted his arm, “Then you can complain to me, but you're not allowed to say it in the fan group, okay?”

“Mm,” Xinghai calmed down a bit, took her hand, “Thank you, wife.”