Chapter 422 Yanjing Hotel
“Boss, what do you mean?”

“I think the royalty system is pretty good. It will reduce the risk for our publishing house and lower the cost. Let’s give it a try as he suggested.” Cong Weixi said.

Yao Xiaoyu hesitated, “Editor-in-chief, if Jiang Xian sets a precedent, what will happen if all future writers ask us for this royalty system?”

At present, the authorities are keeping a close eye on the issue of royalties. In addition, affected by the chilling effect, all major publishing houses basically strictly follow the standards set by the authorities when it comes to writers’ royalties.

Their Writers Publishing House has the courage to make special arrangements for Jiang Xian, but they cannot make special arrangements for all the writers.

This is too ostentatious and will easily attract attention from higher-ups, which might lead to some trouble.

“That’s easy to say.”

Cong Weixi smiled and said: “We will give it to any writer who has the courage to propose this royalty system.

This system is good for our publishing house after all, and now all walks of life are undergoing reforms, so we in the publishing industry should not be too rigid.”

Yao Xiaoyu thought about it and felt that it made sense.

Not everyone can be as accurate as Jiang Xian in judging his or her own business value and be very clear about his or her weight in the market.

“So what royalty rate should we give him?”

“About 10%.”

Cong Weixi thought for a moment and said, “Jiang Xian has many best-selling works, so we can’t give him too low a price. 10% should be enough.”

Writer’s Publishing House held a discussion on the issue of Jiang Xian’s royalties.

After some bargaining among the editors, they finally settled on a plan that they felt was satisfactory.

After Yao Xiaoyu received the plan and read it carefully, he couldn’t help but sigh.

“Jiang Xian has created another achievement.”

“What achievement?” Everyone was puzzled.

Yao Xiaoyu smiled faintly.

“If nothing unexpected happened, Jiang Xian would have been the first writer in New China to receive royalties.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone nodded.

Isn’t it?
Let’s not talk about the period before liberation, but after liberation, has there ever been a case where a writer asked for royalties instead of writing fees?
Jiang Xian has truly set a precedent in the country this time.

“10%?”

After Jiang Xian learned about the royalty rate from Yao Xiaoyu, he was a little dissatisfied. “Your rate is too low. I get 10% in Japan, and they can even give me 15% in the United States.”

“We did our best.”

Yao Xiaoyu said helplessly: “You want to implement this royalty system. After all, this is the first time in China. We think 10% is an acceptable number. Any more is really not acceptable.”

“About 13%.”

Jiang Xian said, “Let’s make a 50% discount. Let’s each take a step back.”

“This, this, this”

Yao Xiaoyu looked helpless.

How can you negotiate the royalty rate like you are bargaining for vegetables at the market?

However, Yao Xiaoyu had long heard that Jiang Xian was a very “mercenary” person.

When he first wrote The Chess King, he mentioned his purpose of writing in his creative talk. He wrote confidently:
“To make money!”

He has always been outspoken about his ambitions and materialism.

Some people used this to attack Jiang Xian as a “rogue” and a “hooligan”, while others praised him for his true character.

In Yao Xiaoyu’s opinion, Jiang Xian simply does not hide his motivation for writing and the utilitarianism hidden in everyone’s heart.

In the past, people dared to do and think, but they did not dare to admit it openly.

But Jiang Xian dared to expose his inner self nakedly and dared to remove the veil.

At this moment, as a publisher who wants to discuss business cooperation with Jiang Xian, Yao Xiaoyu can’t let go of this guy, but also wants to stay away from him.

I love him because every one of his books is in great demand and he is definitely a cash cow for the publishing house.

They kept their distance because Jiang Xian was not afraid to talk about money and would always ask their publishing house for profits. This attitude was really difficult to deal with.

“12%.”

After hesitating for a long time, Yao Xiaoyu gave a number and then added: “This is the limit of what our Writers Publishing House can offer.”

“Okay, 12% then.”

Jiang Xian hit it off immediately and agreed readily:
“Let’s sign the contract.”

He is still quite happy.

To be able to get 2% more is already a pleasant surprise.

Don’t underestimate these two percentage points.

If a book that costs 10 yuan sells 100 million copies, then the extra 2 percentage points will be a full 20 yuan!
With 20 yuan, how many courtyard houses can you buy in Beijing now?
This time, after Writer’s Publishing House publishes this set of his works, it is estimated that this series of books will be popular in the market for a long time.

The next opportunity to publish a complete set of works will have to wait at least another seven or eight years.

Jiang Xian knows better than anyone how much the market has changed in the past seven or eight years.

So he has to be “meticulous”.

The next day, Yao Xiaoyu brought the contract prepared by the Writer’s Publishing House, and Jiang Xian signed his name on it.

Writer’s Publishing House paid him half of the royalties for the first print run in advance, which was more than ten thousand yuan.

“Brother, you are so awesome!”

Jiang Ke was very impressed when he heard about it. “You made 10,000 yuan without doing anything.”

“what is this.”

Zhu Hong has understood the meaning of the royalty system in the past two days. “This is just the beginning. From now on, my brother-in-law will earn royalties for every copy of this series of books sold.”

Jiang Ke, who had always been at odds with Zhu Hong, rarely argued with her this time.

Her mouth opened in surprise.

“You make money for every copy you sell? Isn’t this a money-making machine? As long as this book keeps selling, you’ll keep making money, brother.”

“That’s right.” Zhu Hong interrupted.

The two were startled and Jiang Xian felt a little overwhelmed. He handed the little Majesty in his arms to Zhu Hong.

“Okay, stop arguing here, I have to go out and meet a friend today.”

“Who?”

Both Zhu Hong and Jiang Ke were curious.

“Xu Xiaoming.”

Jiang Xian mentioned a name, and seeing that the two were indifferent, he added, “It’s the director of Huo Yuanjia.”

“he?!”

Zhu Hong and Jiang Ke immediately became excited.

“Huo Yuanjia” has been popular in the country for a long time.

When this drama produced by ATV was broadcast in Hong Kong, it was immediately enthusiastically sought after and TVB was left helpless.

It was introduced into China last year, first broadcast on Guangzhou TV station and later rotated on TV stations across the country, setting off an unprecedented viewing frenzy.

Every night, the houses of those who bought televisions were filled with neighbors, eagerly waiting to watch the show. Everyone talked about Mi Zong Quan, and everyone, young and old, could sing a few lines of the theme song “A Hundred Years of Coma” in their broken Cantonese.

Zhu Hong and Jiang Ke were both loyal viewers of “Huo Yuanjia” and watched every episode. The girls were not interested in martial arts but paid attention to the actors. They were fascinated by Liang Xiaolong, who later played the role of Fire Cloud Evil God.

“Xiao Xu, Xiao Xu!” Jiang Xian called out twice.

Xu Chenhui was helping Rao Yuemei in the kitchen on the east side of the yard.

As soon as he heard Jiang Xian’s shout, he quickly put down the things in his hands, wiped his hands and ran out.

“Why are you still working?”

“I can’t sit still.”

Xu Chenhui smiled, looking eager to make progress. “Editor Jiang, where are you going?”

Jiang Xian handed him a cigarette and said, “Don’t call me Editor-in-Chief Jiang from now on. When we’re at work, just call me by my title. When we’re in private, just call me Brother Jiang.”

“Okay, Lord Jiang, brother.”

“Come on, take me to the Yanjing Hotel.”

The two men went out of the yard one after another. Many neighbors gathered around the black Volga parked at the door.

Seeing Jiang Xian coming, they all took a step back involuntarily.

“Jiang Xian, is this your car?” Uncle Chen gossiped curiously.

“not mine.”

Jiang Xian narrowed his eyes and smiled, “From the company.”

“The company has equipped itself with a car. That’s incredible, incredible!” Uncle Chen gave a thumbs up.

Amidst the praises of “the best among men” and “this is what I want to have a son like this”, Volga slowly drove out of Jingshan East Hutong and headed towards East Chang’an Avenue and Wangfujing. Soon a light yellow building came into view.

This is the Yanjing Hotel.

There are not many decent hotels in Beijing at the moment, and Yanjing Hotel is one of the best.

The New East Building, later known as Building A, is 20 stories high.

It is said that when the building reached the 14th floor, people in Haizili became anxious and came to notify us that construction was stopped.

The reason is simple.

When you stand on the 14th floor, you can have a panoramic view of the lake, even his study room can be seen clearly.

Later, the designers came up with an idea and simply built a 30-meter-high screen tower at Xihuamen and announced it to the public as a supporting building of the Forbidden City.

This way it will be blocked by the lake and will not affect their construction of the 20th floor.

“Park the car and wait for me downstairs.” Jiang Xian patted Xu Chenhui’s seat.

“it is good.”

Jiang Xian pushed open the car door. It was past six o’clock and it was already late. Although the visibility was a little dim, many people still noticed the Volga and Jiang Xian who got out of the car.

Jiang Xian also realized that he had become the most handsome guy in the crowd.

How do you describe this feeling?

It made him feel embarrassed, but also quite enjoyable.

“Alas, the taste of power is always fascinating.”

Jiang Xian walked towards the new east building. The facade of the building was decorated with light yellow mosaic patterns, which contrasted with the white pillars and light green glass windows. On the roof stood a sign with the words “Yanjing Hotel”.

I heard that these four words were given by Comrade Xiaoping.

He has written the names of many hotels.

Another one is the Zhaolong Hotel, which was donated to Beijing by the “Shipping King”.

A few years ago, the “shipping king” returned to his hometown to visit his relatives. After arriving in Beijing, he found that there were no decent hotels in Beijing. He immediately decided to invest 2000 million US dollars to build a hotel in Beijing.

But there is a condition, the hotel must be named after my father.

With this condition, the 2000 million immediately became a hot potato.

Everyone was worried about getting into trouble, so no one dared to accept the donation. Finally, the matter was reported to the higher-ups, who could no longer stand it and personally came forward to accept the donation. Not only did he agree to the conditions of the “Shipping King”, he also personally wrote the four-character name of “Zhaolong Hotel”.

“Xiao Ming!”

“Ah Jiang!”

When old friends meet again, some greetings are inevitable. After all, the last time they met was three or four years ago.

“Ah, I haven’t seen you for so many years, but you are still as charming as ever.” Xu Xiaoming said in unstandard Mandarin.

“You too, have gained a lot of weight.”

“Who can maintain it as well as you? You’re already a father, but you’re still so handsome.”

Xu Xiaoming touched his slightly round face and then touched his small belly, which symbolized a successful person.

“Why do you think of the mainland?”

“CCTV organized a gala on National Day, and I came to sing a few songs for the motherland,” Xu Xiaoming explained.

Yes, in addition to being a director, this guy is also a singer.

He has so many identities that perhaps only Teacher Da Bing can compare with him.

This year’s National Day was indeed very lively.

Plus, this year has been full of good things:

Long March 3 was successfully launched;

Xu Haifeng won the first gold medal for a Chinese athlete in Olympic history;
After the implementation of the contract responsibility system in rural areas, land production was contracted to each household;
Anyway, the whole country is looking forward to rejoicing over the proud achievements made by the motherland.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Xu Xiaoming introduced Jiang Xian to several singers who had recently rehearsed together at the Yanjing Hotel.

“This is Shi Guangnan.”

“This is Comrade Jiang Dawei.”

“I have admired you for a long time.”

Jiang Xian shook hands with the two men.

There must be no one who doesn’t know these two people, right? Just looking at them, all those melodies are spinning in my mind.

Shi Guangnan, representative works: “Toast Song”, “Beat the Hand Drum and Sing”, “In the Field of Hope”.
Jiang Dawei, representative works: “Where is the Road?”, “Peony Song”, “Where the Peach Blossoms Bloom”.
“You two don’t know.”

Xu Xiaoming introduced them: “The song ‘The Great Wall Will Never Fall’ was composed by Comrade Jiang Xian.”

“Is it?”

Shi Guangnan and Jiang Dawei’s eyes lit up and they looked at Jiang Xian with some surprise.

They knew that Jiang Xian wrote great novels, but they didn’t know that he had made such great achievements in music.

“I only participated in the creation of the lyrics.” Jiang Xian.

“He wrote the lyrics first, and then we worked together to create this song,” Xu Xiaoming explained.

“amazing.”

After Xu Xiaoming revealed this, Shi Guangnan and Jiang Dawei looked at Jiang Xian with eyes full of respect.

The song “The Great Wall Will Never Fall” is now widely sung both in Hong Kong and in China.

Hong Kong media believe that the level of the lyrics and music of this song is not even inferior to that of the “Hui Huang” group.

The “Hui Huang” combination is the golden pair of Joseph Koo and James Wong.

This person is a top songwriter in Hong Kong music scene. Together they created “Shanghai Beach”, “Love in Those Days”, “Life Has Meaning”, and “Hello World”.
In the later film “The Mermaid” shot by Stephen Chow, the song that Deng Chao often sang with a sudden change of style was “The World Is Always Hello”:
“Ask the world, is this mountain the highest or is there another place higher than the sky? In this world, there are mountains that are higher than this mountain.”

In short, the song “The Great Wall Will Never Fall” is undoubtedly a golden song.

Jiang Xian, who was able to create this kind of music, was immediately regarded by Shi Guangnan and Jiang Dawei as a musician with similar interests.

Jiang Xian was an easy-going person, so he quickly became familiar with them. It happened to be dinner time, so the three of them went to the restaurant to eat together.

As soon as he sat down, Jiang Xian noticed a few faces that looked particularly strange and did not look like Chinese.

Shi Guangnan noticed his strangeness and explained with a smile, “Those are all Japanese. You should know the gentleman in the middle. He is an actor from Japan.”

“Japanese actors?”

Jiang Xian took a closer look.

He is tall, has a stern face and sharp eyes, and he looks like a tough guy.

“I go.”

“Takakura Ken!”

(End of this chapter)