MTL - Low Key Star-Chapter 62 [062] Beloved with white head, no worries in years

  Chapter 62 [062] Beloved with white head, years without worries

   Zhang Yang did not go to the library on Sunday.

   Zhou Fan rolled home after breakfast, Zhang Yang was worried that he would lose face with him, so he didn't follow.

  Zhang Wei called him when he went to the library. He naturally said that it is the same wherever he is willing to study. Then he came to the study, sat in front of the computer, took out his mobile phone and started cutting fruit.

   It took nearly an hour to cut, and the fingers that were overused yesterday seemed to be more sore, but let alone Zhang Wei's record, even Lin Yiran's score is not as good.

   Zhang Yang curled his lips and muttered that God would not let a genius like me lose his mind. He put down his phone, refreshed his mailbox, and then browsed the discussion on the Internet about shooting eagles.

At around nine o'clock, someone finally knocked on the door. Zhang Yang walked out of the study. Zhang Shouyi had already opened the door. The expressive Xiaoshi and another young man stood in front of the door and asked politely, "Excuse me, is this Zhang Yang's house?" ?”

   "Yes, I am."

   Zhang Yang responded, and walked over. The young man named Xiaoshi greeted Zhang Shouyi first, and then he and the person behind each picked up a cardboard box and put it in the living room.

   Zhang Shouyi and Zhang Yang naturally thanked each other, and let them sit down again. The other party said that they had working hours and still had work, and after a few words of politeness, they went downstairs and left.

Fang Qianxue also came out of the bathroom. Zhang Yang and Zhang Shouyi had already opened the box. Inside was the complete set of "Legend of the Condor Heroes" that had just been printed and was going to be released after the serialization. , for him to give away.

  The publishing house naturally didn't care about sending more sets, but Zhang Yang didn't reveal his identity at this time, and few people could give it away, so he didn't ask for more.

  Full calculations, one set for the old man, one set for the uncle, one set for the grandfather, one set for the uncle, one set for Zhou Qihang, one set for the sick old man, one set for the family, and the rest to share with Zhang Wei and there is still room left.

   "Shooting the Condors" is very popular, but the publishing market for martial arts novels is generally declining. Therefore, the first edition of the cooperative publishing house only printed 100,000 hardcovers and 10,000 treasures.

   Among them, five hardcover editions are priced at 20 yuan, and the full set is 90. The royalty rate is 15%.

  The collector's edition has only four volumes, and only sells the full set. The price is 399, and the royalty rate of Zhang Yang is 20%.

  In the first edition of 110,000 sets, Zhang Yang received a huge royalties of 2.148 million before tax, and 1.9 million after tax.

  When the contract was signed after the Spring Festival, Zhang Shouyi and Fang Qianxue didn't sleep well for several nights in a row. Thanks to the "Poetry Conference" to divert their attention, they saved their sleep.

   Although the serialization of "Shooting the Condors" has not been completed yet, all the manuscripts have been delivered. According to 800 words per thousand characters, the total is 800,000 yuan, and 710,000 yuan after tax.

   That is to say, as of now, the novel "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has brought Zhang Yang an income of 2.61 million, and he has two proper apartments.

  The advance payment of 700,000 yuan for serialization and 300,000 yuan for royalties are all on Fang Qianxue's card. The seven-digit number made Fang Qianxue more determined to help her son manage the financial power.

The couple carefully took out a set of collector's editions, smelling the ink, as if they were playing with some fragile treasures, Zhang Shouyi flipped through two pages, and said with emotion: "No wonder it's expensive, this paper, this illustration, this package... It's all money!"

Fang Qianxue touched the four volumes of the collector's edition one by one, and took out the hardcover edition for comparison, and suddenly said: "Everything is good, but the author's name is too small...Why did you make your name so small in the first place? "

   Zhang Yang certainly couldn’t say that I looked guilty, and said with a dry smile, “You taught me this, keep a low profile, be humble, everyone just memorize the book, it doesn’t matter who wrote it.”

   "How can this be indifferent?"

  Zhang Shouyi also learned the lesson. Zhang Yang felt a little headache, and hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, don't criticize me. Which set will be kept at home? Which one will be given to grandpa and uncle, do you want me to sign it?"

  Zhang Shouyi said angrily, "What's the signature for your grandfather and uncle?"

  Fang Qianxue said: "Why can't you sign it? Your son wrote it himself. What's the difference between not signing it and buying it?"

  Zhang Shouyi was as good as he was, and immediately changed his words: "Okay, sign it, sign it, sign it."

Zhang Yang went back to his room to get his Wishing King Changfeng pen. When he came back, his parents had already moved the books to the study room, and arranged them for him one by one. There was obviously no difference, so Zhang Shouyi still divided them one by one: " This set is for your grandfather, this one is for your grandfather, this one is for your Uncle Zhou, and this one is for you to give to the hospital..."

   Zhang Yang ignored his father, held the set for grandpa, and opened the title page of the first volume. After struggling with the pen for a long time, he still didn't know where to write it. Fang Qianxue said: "Just write in the empty space."

   "How can this be written casually?"

  Zhang Shouyi let out a "hey" and challenged his wife in a rare way. He came over to help his son read the details. After observing for a while, he couldn't make up his mind about what to write, "Listen to your mother, write whatever you want in the empty space."

   Zhang Yang sighed, moved his pen tip to the bottom of the title page, and was about to write, when he began to struggle again: "What to write?"

  Fang Qianxue and Zhang Shou looked at each other, Fang Qianxue said: "Why don't you check it online?"

  Zhang Shouyi let out another "噫", "How can I check this on the Internet?"

  Fang Qianxue said angrily: "Then what are you talking about?"

  Zhang Shouyi thought for a while, then looked at his son, "Listen to your mother."

  Fang Qianxue burst out laughing, Zhang Yang laughed too, and after laughing, he was depressed again, so he stopped hesitating and wrote in the lower right corner in cursive script: Grandson Zhang Muzhi presents to grandpa

  Zhang Shouyi let out another "hey" and said, "How can it be written like this, your name has to be written on the signature..."

  Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Fang Qianxue: "Let you say that you don't know what to write, and what to say after you finish writing, that's it, very good, as a gift to my grandfather, pay attention to what kind of signature, that's good."

   Zhang Yang opened another set and wrote on the title page of the first volume: Sun Zhang Muzhi presents to grandparents

  The third set of writing: Nephew Zhang Muzhi presents to uncle Zhang Shouxin

  The fourth set of writing: nephew Zhang Muzhi respectfully presented uncle Fang Qianyuan

  The fifth set of writing: Nephew Zhang Muzhi respectfully presents Uncle Zhou Qihang

   Then write:

   Zhang Yang thought for a while, and said to his parents, "I don't even know what the old man's last name is, how should I write it?"

  Fang Qianxue said: "Just call and ask."

It has been more than half a year since Zhang Yang wrote "Shooting the Condors", but the couple are still very fresh about the fact that their son can sign the book as a gift. Zhang Yang called the old man who is a patient, and the two are waiting beside , it seems that he wants to watch him finish writing several sets of collector's editions for giving away.

Zhang Yang called and was quickly connected, but it was a servant in the old man's house. After learning about the purpose of his visit, he quickly called the old man to answer the phone. Zhang Yang explained his purpose with a smile. I was very pleased to remember to give him a set of collector's edition, and praised it repeatedly.

  —Zhang Yang thinks that the main reason why the old man is so happy is that he can watch the last two episodes in advance.

   After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment, and wrote on the title page of this collection of gifts given to the old man:

  Respectfully presented to Comrade Li Wenxi, a patient

  Zhang Muzhi

Zhang Shouyi thought it was too disrespectful to write like this, but Fang Qianxue thought it was very good, and commented to his son: "He obviously has a lot of status, and there are so many people giving gifts. You see, when you were hospitalized before, so many people queued up to give gifts, so they were all scolded by him." Going back? It’s good to write like this, we don’t have anything to ask him, it’s better to forget the year than to catch up..."

   Zhang Shou did not agree with this set of rhetoric, but he did not refute it again, maintaining the fine tradition of respecting his wife.

   Zhang Yang wrote a set, and Zhang Shouyi put it away and arranged it in order. After this set was finished, there was no one to give it to, but Zhang Yang opened another set and took out the first volume.

  Zhang Shouyi said: "Is there anyone else who wants to send it?"

   Zhang Yang did not answer, but wrote on the title page: Son Zhang Muzhi presents to parents

  Fang Qianxue looked down at the horoscope, felt a sore nose for no reason, and tears rolled down, she turned around silently to wipe it away, and when she turned around, she caught a glimpse of Zhang Shouyi lowering her head from the corner of her eye.

   "Done."

  Finally finished writing, Zhang Yang heaved a sigh of relief and asked his father to keep it, but he took out another set from the box and said, "I'll go back to my room to appreciate it."

  Zhang Shouyi smiled and said: "Just watch it here, why are you hiding in the room?"

  Fang Qianxue glared at her husband angrily, signaling him not to ask.

  …

Zhang Yang returned to the room, put this set of books on the table, took out the first volume, opened the title page, and held the pen for a long time, but it didn't come down. :

   Wishing you a happy life and a happy life

  May time have passed, goodbye is still

   Zhang Yang would like to present Lin Yiran as a souvenir

   I don’t have to save the manuscript, and I can still see the update in the morning, isn’t it a surprise? Vote or not?

   I wrote until three o’clock in the morning before falling asleep (ì_í)

  (end of this chapter)