Chapter 1954: You don't want to dream of taking my things
Chapter 1954 You don't want to dream and take my things
Ding Jun did not speak, but pursed his lips.
For Pan Fangfang's hypocrisy, he didn't know how to refute it, so he could only keep silent.
Pan Fangfang smiled and said: "I know, you still have some resentment in your heart. But you also know that the publishing industry is sluggish, and it is difficult for newcomers to rely on their own names to sell sales. Only by using the original pseudonym can they make profits. This is also a last resort. choose."
"Then what are you looking for from me today?" Ding Jun asked.
"Do you have any new works?"
Ding Jun looked at her vigilantly.
Pan Fangfang knew that he had it. Writing has always been an extremely boring and selfish career.
Those who cannot survive by writing are rarely able to calm down and write on a local basis.
Like those authors whose creativity and words were taken away by Pan Fangfang, many of them changed careers because of a bad start.
Ding Jun himself is one of the few.
This also means that the works in Ding Jun's hands can amaze everyone. He has the heart to carve words and hone his creativity.
"Ding Jun, you give me a new book, this time, I'll give you 200,000 yuan." Pan Fangfang no longer cares about the illusory reputation in the world, the only thing he cares about is being able to follow Jiang Yue all the time.
she said, "Or make a price yourself."
She is not short of money, what she lacks is inspiration, creativity, and the ability to control the story.
Ding Jun stared at her fiercely: "How is it possible? The work is my own child, and I will never sell him to you!"
Pan Fangfang shook her head, "If you keep it in your hands, you will never let him see the light of day. The publishing house is in recession now, and no one will just publish a new book by an unknown author. Don't think about that. many.
Take it to me, you at least have money.
Think about it, 200,000, how many books does it have to sell to earn you 200,000?
A published work can earn 20,000 to 30,000 yuan in manuscript fees, and the author will laugh.
Would you rather rot your work in your hands?
Would you rather eat bran and swallow vegetables than make yourself feel better? "
"I don't need you to worry about my life!" Ding Jun said angrily, "Don't dream of taking anything from me!"
He got up and left angrily.
Pan Fangfang is not in a hurry. She has already inquired about it. Ding Jun has stayed in Jingyuan for the past two years. At the worst time, he even lived under the overpass.
He was already at the end of the road.
He has been unable to enter the library recently, because people dislike him for having a smell on him, which affects other people's reading experience.
Pan Fangfang was waiting for him to come to him.
Chuning and Xiao Yao came to see Ding Jun.
Ding Jun angrily told them that Pan Fangfang had come to him.
"It is absolutely impossible for me to give her my own work again!" Ding Jun was very angry and uncomfortable.
I feel that I am useless, and I cannot even protect my own works.
Xiao Yao comforted: "It's alright, Ding Jun, everything will be fine. Now that you have a place to live, a computer, and a book to read, you don't need to be threatened by her."
Thinking of this, Ding Jun felt relieved.
However, these were given to him by Chu Ning, and he looked at Chu Ning a little embarrassed for a while.
Chuning pondered for a moment and said, "Ding Jun, you might as well give her a novel."
"You!" Ding Jun suddenly stood up and looked at Chu Ning.
He looked at Chu Ning's calm and calm eyes, and thought that Chu Ning had helped him and that she had also fought with Pan Fangfang.
(end of this chapter)