Zhang Yang did not go to the library on Sunday.

After Zhou Fan had breakfast, he went home by himself. Zhang Yang was worried that he would not be able to hide his face, so he did not follow him.

When Zhang Wei went to the library, he called him. Naturally, he said with a very righteous attitude that he wanted to study everywhere. Then he came to the study room, sat upright in front of the computer, took out his cell phone and started cutting fruit.

After cutting for nearly an hour, my fingers that were overused yesterday seemed to be more sore and softer, but not to mention the records left by Zhang Wei, even Lin Yiran's score was not as good as that.

Zhang Yang curled his lips and muttered that God was reluctant to let go of a genius like me, so he put down his phone, refreshed his email, and then browsed the discussion about The Legend of the Condor Heroes on the Internet.

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 little stone with a rich expression stood in front of the door with another young man and asked politely: "Is this Zhang Yang's house?"

“Yes, I’m here.”

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

Zhang Shouyi and Zhang Yang naturally thanked each other repeatedly, and asked them to sit down. The other party said that they had work hours and work. They said a few polite words and then went downstairs and left.

Fang Qianxue also came out of the bathroom. Zhang Yang and Zhang Shouyi had already opened the box. The inside was a complete set of Legend of the Condor Heroes, which had just been printed and were about to be launched after the serialization was completed. It was a set of hardcover for him to "read" and ten collections of collector's editions for him to give away.

The publishing house naturally didn't care about giving out a few more sets, but Zhang Yang did not announce his identity at this time, and few people could give out, so he didn't want them much.

All the plans are full of plans, the old man, the uncle, the uncle, the uncle, the old man, the old patient, the old man, the family, and the rest are still divided with Zhang Wei.

Although "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is very popular, the publishing market for martial arts novels is generally declining. Therefore, the first edition of the publisher we cooperated with only printed 100,000 yuan in hardcover and 10,000 yuan in collections.

Among them, the five hardcover versions are priced at 20 yuan, the full set is 90 yuan, and the royalty rate is 15%. If sold and printed again, for every 100,000 copies, the royalty rate for the excess part is one point higher and the cap is 25%.

The collector's edition has only four volumes, only sold in the full set, with a price of 399, and a 20% royalty rate.

The first edition of 110,000 sets, Zhang Yang received a royalty of 2.148 million before tax, and even after tax, it was 1.9 million.

When signing the contract after the Spring Festival, Zhang Shouyi and Fang Qianxue did not sleep well for several nights in a row. Thanks to the later "Poetry Conference" diverted their attention and saved the two elders' sleep.

Although "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has not been serialized yet, all the manuscripts have been delivered, with a total of 800,000 yuan in total and 710,000 yuan after tax.

In other words, as of now, the novel "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has brought Zhang Yang an income of 2.61 million, which is definitely two houses.

The advance payments of 700,000 and 300,000 yuan in royalties were all on Fang Qianxue's card. The seven-digit number made Fang Qianxue increasingly determined to help her son manage financial power.

The couple carefully took out a collection of collector's editions and sniffed the ink fragrance, as if they were playing with some fragile treasures. Zhang Shouyi turned two pages and sighed: "No wonder it's expensive. This paper, this illustration, and this packaging... is all money!"

Fang Qianxue touched the four collections of the collector's version one by one, took out the hardcover version and compared it for a while, and suddenly said, "Everything is good, but the author's name is too small... Why did you think you made your name so small?"

Of course, Zhang Yang couldn't say that I looked guilty and said dryly: "Isn't this what you taught me? Be low-key and humble. Just remember the book. It doesn't matter who wrote it."

"How can this not matter?"

Zhang Shouyi also taught a lesson. Zhang Yang had a headache and quickly said, "Okay, okay, don't criticize me, which one will stay at home? Which one will be given to grandpa and uncle, do you want me to sign?"

Zhang Shouyi said angrily: "What are the signatures for your grandfather and uncle?"

Fang Qianxue said, "Why can't you sign it? What's the difference between your son's writing it himself? If you don't sign it, what's the difference between buying it?"

Zhang Shouyi followed the good deeds and immediately changed his words: "Okay, signing is OK, signing is OK, signing is OK."

Zhang Yang returned to his room to get his pen from Changfeng. When he came back, his parents had already moved the books to the study room and put them out one by one for him. It was obvious that there was no difference, but Zhang Shouyi would still divide them one by one: "This is for your grandfather, this is for your grandfather, this is for your Uncle Zhou, this is for you, this is for you, this is for you, this is for you, that is not what you want to give to the hospital..."

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

"How can I write this casually?"

Zhang Shouyi said "ah" and challenged his wife with a rare opportunity. He came over to help his son learn more. After watching for a while, he couldn't make up his mind to write, "Listen to you, write whatever you want in the empty place."

Zhang Yang sighed, moved the tip of his pen to the bottom of the title page, and was about to write, but he began to worry again: "What are you writing?"

Fang Qianxue and Zhang Shouyi looked at each other, and Fang Qianxue said, "Why do you check the Internet?"

Zhang Shouyi said "ah" again, "How can I check this online?"

Fang Qianxue said angrily: "Then what did you say to write?"

Zhang Shouyi thought about it, then looked at his son, "Listen to your fuck."

Fang Qianxue laughed, Zhang Yang laughed, but after laughing, she was depressed, so she simply stopped hesitating and wrote in the lower right corner with a scattered running script: Grandpa's honor

Zhang Shouyi said again, "How can you write this way? Your name must be signed..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Fang Qianxue: "I told you that you don't know what to write, and what to say after you finish writing. That's it, it's great. I'll give it to my grandfather, and I'll pay attention to the signature, that's fine."

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

The third set of writing: Nephew Zhang Muzhijing gave to his uncle Zhang Shouxin

The fourth set of writing: Nephew Zhang Muzhi gave his uncle Fang Qianyuan

The fifth set of writing: Nephew Zhang Muzhijing gave his uncle Zhou Qihang

Then write:

Zhang Yang thought about it and said to his parents: "I don't know what the old man's surname is, how do you write it?"

Fang Qianxue said: "Just call or ask."

It has been more than half a year since Zhang Yang wrote "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", but the couple still feels very fresh about the fact that their son can sign and give away books. Zhang Yang called the old man of the patient, and both of them were waiting by the side. It seemed that they wanted to watch him finish writing several collections of gifted collections.

Zhang Yang called and was quickly answered, but it was a servant from the old man's house. After learning about his purpose, he quickly called the old man to answer the phone. Zhang Yang smiled and explained his purpose. The old man was very happy when he heard this. He was very pleased that Zhang Yang could even remember to give him a collection of editions and praised him repeatedly.

Zhang Yang felt that the main reason why the old man was so happy was that he could read the last two episodes in advance.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment and wrote down the title page of the collection of treasured editions given to the old man:

Dear to the patient Comrade Li Wenxi

Zhang Muzhi

Zhang Shouyi felt that writing this way was too disrespectful, but Fang Qianxue felt it was very good, and she explained to her son: "There is obviously very identity, and there are so many people giving gifts. Look, when they were hospitalized before, so many people lined up to give gifts, but weren't they scolded him? Just write this way. We had nothing to ask for him, it's better to be close to our age than to be rushing to get along..."

Zhang Shouyi did not buy into this kind of rhetoric, but he did not refute it anymore, maintaining the fine tradition of respecting his wife.

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

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

Zhang Yang did not answer, and wrote on the title page: My son Zhang Muzhi gave his parents respect

Fang Qianxue looked down at the horoscope, and for no reason she felt her nose sore, and tears rolled down. She turned around silently and wiped it away. When she turned around, Yu Guang saw Zhang Shouyi lowering her head.

“Completed.”

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

Zhang Shouyi laughed and said, "It's just here, why are you hiding from the room?"

Fang Qianxue glared at her husband angrily and signaled him not to ask.

...

Zhang Yang returned to the room, put the set of books on the table, took out the first volume, opened the title page, held the pen for a long time, but it was not lost for a long time. After a long time, he wrote down in neat student fonts:

I wish my good man a happy life and no worries in the years

May time pass by, goodbye still
Chapter completed!