It was time for work.
It was time for Zhang Ye to work. He went to the recording studio to record.
It wasn't a small matter, but it wasn't a big deal either. The host of the TV station had even cursed on Weibo. In the end, they were all fine. They were just given a warning and some punishment. After writing a self-reflection letter, this matter could be considered to have come to a simple end. Of course, this was not the end. It was just a temporary end. Zhang Ye still had to keep his tail between his legs and let the effects slowly dissipate. There was no other way. Who asked him to curse so fiercely on Weibo yesterday? He had even scolded Tian Bin to the hospital. He had to pay the price of having a good time.
One hour …
Three hours …
The first part of "Ghost Blows Out the Light" came to an end in Zhang Ye's mouth. As for the second part, "Ghost Blows Out the Light 2", Zhang Ye did not plan on talking about it. This was because he felt that it was much worse than the first part. Zhang Ye did not want to take the risk. He was afraid that it would affect the listenership ratings, so he decided to call it a day.
It was finally over.
Phew. Zhang Ye felt relieved. The remaining recordings were enough for "Late-night Ghost Stories" to broadcast for a month or two. After working overtime for so long, he could finally take a break.
Lunch time.
The canteen downstairs was packed with people.
"Master, I want roasted eggplant, stir-fried pork, and two taels of rice." Zhang Ye's salary and bonus had been paid, so he did not plan on eating instant noodles anymore. It was rare for him to order a communal meal from the canteen. Actually, the canteen's dishes were very good and cheap. Furthermore, there was a meal allowance in his salary, so Zhang Ye was not lacking that bit of money. When he gave the chef 11 yuan, Zhang Ye felt like he was a nouveau riche throwing money away. This meal was too extravagant!
"Little Zhang!" Someone shouted at him.
Zhang Ye took his food and looked towards the voice, "You are?"
The Station Leader's secretary called him over, "Station Head Jia wants you to go over."
Zhang Ye did not understand why, so he could only follow the secretary to the small cafeteria area at the back. This place was also a large hall, but it was separated by a small partition. Yes, it was just like a toilet. Usually, only station leaders, channel directors, or deputy directors were qualified to eat in this small cafeteria. In the past, the small canteen had small stoves, which were small wok stir-fries. It was more meticulous and particular, but later, the higher-ups issued a thrifty decree. The small stoves were removed, and the Leaders ate with everyone from the communal meal.
Inside a partition.
Zhao Guozhou and Deputy Station Head Jia sat facing each other. There was another Leader beside them that Zhang Ye did not know.
"Station Head Jia, Director Zhao." Zhang Ye stood there with his rice in his hands. "You were looking for me?"
Zhao Guozhou gestured with his hands, "Have a seat, Little Zhang. Let's eat together. Station Head Jia is looking for you, let's talk while we eat."
Deputy Station Head Jia was a little old man. Back when Zhang Ye was participating in the live broadcast of "Talk About the World", someone had committed suicide. Deputy Station Head Jia had also been there, so Zhang Ye had met him once. Deputy Chief Jia put down his chopsticks and smiled with a wrinkled face. "I saw you queuing up to get your food when I came over, so I asked my secretary to call you over. How is it? I heard that your program is almost done recording? "
Zhang Ye said cautiously, "I've already finished recording."
Zhao Guozhou praised, "Little Zhang worked overtime for quite a number of days and recorded dozens of episodes consecutively. He worked very hard."
Deputy Station Head Jia nodded and changed his tone. "It's because yesterday's matter was not handled well, right? Even if Weibo is your private social network, your verification is still our radio station's. You are a public figure, so what you say and do should be done with propriety. Consider the impact! "
Zhang Ye admitted his mistake, "Leader, it won't happen again."
After reprimanding Zhang Ye, the Leader beside him, whom he did not know, suddenly took out a document.
Deputy Station Head Jia took a look and nodded. He handed the document to Zhang Ye, "I'm looking for you because of the publication of 'Ghost Blows Out the Light'. You are really lucky. The station has decided to help you with the publishing matters."
Zhang Ye was stunned, "Publishing? Our radio station has a publishing department? "
Deputy Station Head Jia said, "That's not true, but we will fully help you contact them. This is the authorization letter. Take a look. If there are no problems, then sign it. When the time comes, 'Ghost Blows Out the Light' will be handled by the station's staff who will be responsible for publishing and promoting it. You don't have to worry about anything.
Zhang Ye was stunned again, "20,000? Is it a buyout? "
Deputy Station Head Jia did not seem satisfied with Zhang Ye's reaction, "Of course it's a buyout. Newcomers typically do not receive any royalties. Besides, the risk is high. Is 20,000 too little? For a newcomer who has never had any publishing experience, 20,000 per copy is already a very high price. You will understand once you understand the market. "
Understand, my ass!
Are you a f * * king fool?
Zhang Ye actually did not plan on publishing his novel in the short term. He knew that his roots were in the radio station. He also wanted to do a good job in the radio station first. He wanted to achieve results and make a name for himself. The matter of publishing could be done at any time in the future. It would not delay it. But even if he did not plan on publishing it so quickly, he was still wondering why no one had contacted him for such an excellent novel? Were the publishing companies dumb? Through Deputy Station Head Jia's words, Zhang Ye finally understood. It was not that no one from the publishing companies had their eyes on this novel. They must have approached the radio station, but the station did not tell him, nor did they seek his opinion. Instead, they gave him a letter of authorization. The letter of authorization had a lot of words. It was about seven to eight pages. Zhang Ye scanned it. The general meaning was that he would hand over all the rights to "Ghost Blows Out the Light", including but not limited to the simplified and traditional Chinese movie adaptations and television series adaptations, to the radio station. Then, Zhang Ye would receive a one-time copyright fee of 20,000 yuan for each book.
Hand it over to you? I'm sick!
You don't even have a publishing company. You are equivalent to an intermediary. You will take my copyright and sell it to a publishing company, earning an intermediary fee for nothing. Rather than that, why don't I find a publishing company myself? And it's 20,000 per copy? I won't even sell it for 200,000 per copy! Are you trying to get rid of a beggar?
Zhang Ye knew that the station was trying to scam him. Deputy Station Head Jia must have discussed an agreement with the publishing company. For example, after obtaining Zhang Ye's copyright, he would sell it to the publishing company in exchange for ten times or more of the copyright fee. Or, he could sign a contract with the publishing company to split the royalties. According to the momentum of "Ghost Blows Out the Light" in the radio station, it would not be a problem to sell 100,000 to 200,000 copies if it was published in simplified Chinese. How much money would that be? Besides, if the copyright was in the hands of the radio station, that would be net income. Zhang Ye would not have the right to receive any royalties. The most infuriating thing was that they even wanted the rights to the movie and television series adaptations of "Ghost Blows Out the Light". If this wasn't a scam, what was it?
Zhang Ye tactfully said, "Sorry, Leader. I have no intention of publishing it."
Deputy Station Head Jia's eyelids turned ugly, "We are doing this for your own good. We want to help you do a good job with this book and make it famous!"
Zhao Guozhou frowned, "Little Zhang, are you thinking of contacting the publishing company yourself?"
The third Leader's face immediately turned sullen. He looked at Zhang Ye and said in a harsh tone, "You are still in your internship period. The station values you so much and has given you such a good platform to develop, yet you do not appreciate it? Don't forget that your 'Ghost Blows Out the Light' was promoted by the station's program. The station has already built up a lot of momentum for you. You want to skip the station and publish it yourself? Then let's calculate the publicity fees? "The threat was obvious!
It would have been fine if he did not hear it, but upon hearing it, Zhang Ye was infuriated. Aren't your words a little unreasonable? Publicity fees? Then I would like to ask. How did the novels of "Late-night Ghost Stories" come about? They were all very popular supernatural novels on the market, right? The station had borrowed their momentum and used their novels to attract listeners. They even paid the novel authors a considerable amount of copyright fees. Why is it the opposite when it comes to me? If they don't pay me, do I still have to pay? Yes, I'm an employee of the station. I have responsibilities and obligations. So when I used my novels to help the station attract listeners, did I say a word about copyright fees from beginning to end? I don't want this money, so why are you asking me for publicity fees instead? You even want to forcefully buy all of my copyrights?
Zhang Ye had too much anger bottled up in his heart, but he knew that it was not good to contradict the Leader. He could only say, "I do not plan on publishing it myself. I've already said that I really do not plan on publishing it."
The Leader stared with widened eyes, "You can think about it now!"
Zhang Ye said in a thick-skinned manner, "I really do not have such plans in the short term. I'm sorry, Leader!"
Zhao Guozhou looked at him, "Little Zhang! Have you really considered it? " He was actually not surprised that Zhang Ye did not want to sell the copyrights. This fellow was someone who said that he would not write a reflection letter even if he was killed. However, the moment his bonus was deducted, he had written a reflection letter within two minutes. It was no doubt too difficult to get money out of the hands of this miser.
With this said, many people around them turned their attention to them and listened to their conversation.
Deputy Station Head Jia laughed instead. He said in a seemingly magnanimous manner, "Young people sure are stubborn. Alright, the copyrights are yours. If you do not wish to operate it, the station will not force you!"
The three of them finished their meal and got up to leave.
Zhao Guozhou pointed at Zhang Ye and said in a low voice, "You!" Only he knew how much effort the station had put into the publication of "Ghost Blows Out the Light". In the past, their additional business model was to sell the copyrights of audiobooks, or to cooperate with websites for copyrights, so as to market their own radio station's high-quality audiobooks. However, the income was not much, so they did not manage to do it. This time, the popularity of Zhang Ye's novel had given the station's Leader another opportunity. Hence, they had come up with a pretentious authorization letter to buy the copyrights of "Ghost Blows Out the Light", so as to expand their other sources of income other than advertising. Who knew that Zhang Ye would reject it without even thinking!
Deputy Station Head Jia had said it lightly, but Zhang Ye knew that it was not that simple. The station would probably make things difficult for him!
But so what?
He could not sell it, so he could not sell it!
He did not want to pay any price for it, and he wanted to take the fruits of his labor for himself? Wasn't this robbery!? Even if the station wanted to find a reason to fire Zhang Ye, Zhang Ye would still say the same thing. It was a phrase from "The Song of the Stormy Petrel" — Let the storm come fiercer! I don't f * * king care who you are!
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