Mixed in 1980

Chapter 126: Drawing Pieces to Boost Blood
"Being low-key in life and high-key in work is really true. Let's get started and make it lively. It will also encourage everyone to finish editing the book as soon as possible."

Xin Yingjie put two hundred yuan in his pocket and left with a cigarette in his mouth. Chen Fan asked Zeng Ali to keep the money and followed him out to Chen Dailao's office.

"Master, you're not busy right now, are you?"

After going back and forth many times and becoming familiar with the old man, Chen Fan changed his name to "beat the snake on the stick".

"If I say I'm busy, can you turn around and leave?"

The old man leaned back and rolled his eyes. After spending more time with him, he realized that this guy was just an old sparrow with many tricks. He was not a good bird.

They treated him like a slave, but they never expected that they would become the slave themselves. They helped to improve the management model of the rotating president system and even involved a team of students.

Fortunately, the topic is quite interesting, enough to publish several papers. This guy is also smart. As the proposer of the topic, he asked to sign his name on the paper.

"Master, what you said is true. I came here specially to deliver good news."

Chen Fan took out the publishing contract and placed it in front of the old man: "The first teaching supplement of our club has been confirmed to be published, and the first payment has arrived."

The old man flipped open the contract, looked at the amount on it, and was slightly surprised: "You actually managed to do it, and the income is not bad. The students will get a lot, right?"

"About 100 yuan per person. This is the first payment. If the sales are good, there will be royalties based on the number of copies printed. There are not many teaching supplementary books now, so the sales should be able to increase."

Chen Fan sat down opposite the old man and coughed lightly. "The books will be published one after another, and there will be more things to do. The club only has one full-time assistant, and it is simply too busy to handle it."

The old man put down the contract and glanced at Chen Fan: "I'm a man of my words. If you can make the club profitable, I can give you a temporary worker position."

"Thank you!"

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me. The current profit is not enough. Each student gets a hundred dollars. If I publish another book next semester, it will only be more than two hundred dollars. It is not enough to cover the expenses for four years."

The old man has not forgotten to screen out a hundred people next year. If the club makes high profits, he will even screen out more people.

Now that poverty alleviation has been achieved, it is time to replace it with a new group of poor students.

"If the number of printed teaching aids increases, there will still be income in the later period. Of course, this is a relatively optimistic estimate. In order to increase profits, we have come up with another plan."

Chen Fan repeated his idea of placing an ad on the cover: "I don't think the money will be much, but it will be a supplement. I will leave for Shanghai tomorrow to discuss advertising."

The old man nodded appreciatively. "That's a good idea. If you're going to the Magic City, are you planning to look for the Hero Pen Factory? Or the Eternal Life Pen Factory?"

Chen Fan explained: "Let's go to the Hero Pen Factory first. Once we take over Hero, we can talk to other manufacturers and things will be much simpler."

"Wait a minute, let me think about it."

The old man frowned, took out a notebook from the drawer, and flipped through it for a long time before stopping: "Found it, one of my students is the deputy director of the Hero Pen Factory."

Chen Fan grinned and said, "Old man, you are the best. You have many students all over the world. With this relationship, other things will be easier to discuss."

"The one above, Tao Manjiang, has a phone number. Call now, using my office phone. Once the call is connected, I'll talk to him."

The old man raised the corner of his mouth slightly and handed the notebook to Chen Fan. Chen Fan took the notebook, immediately walked to the phone and started dialing.

After a while, Chen Fan realized that it was no wonder that the old man laughed so strangely. It was not that easy to make a phone call. It was just a physical job.

Today's telephones are all dial-type. It's okay to dial 1, but if you want to dial 9 or 0, you have to dial a long circle. Because the telephone line is poor, there is often no dial tone when you pick up the receiver, so you can't make a call and need to repeat the dialing.

This kind of scene often occurs in factories these days: a worker is inexplicably called to the factory director's office, and his task is to help the factory director make a phone call, wait for the dial tone to appear, and then quickly call the factory director.

Chen Fan is in such a role now. After working for more than half an hour, his fingers turned red, he finally got through the phone and quickly asked the old man to come and answer the call.

"Hello, I'm looking for Tao Manjiang."

"Hello, Manjiang, I'm your teacher Chen Daisun... Well, I'm in good health, you don't have to worry... There's something..."

The old man spoke briefly and briefly about Chen Fan's visit to the Magic City. He added, "This Chen Fan is the author of Chen Fan's Social Commentary Collection. He is also a troublemaker. You have to entertain him well."

"..."

Chen Fan was listening on the side and his face turned dark. Is there anyone who introduces people like this?
How did I become such a troublemaker?
Little did he know that on the other end of the phone, Tao Manjiang's face turned even darker, thinking, "Teacher, you shouldn't cheat students like this. You already know he's a troublemaker, but you still introduced him to me? Just the reputation of that rogue writer makes anyone feel intimidated."

After hanging up the phone, the old man looked at Chen Fan and said, "Did you hear that? The road has been paved for you. How much you can get depends on your own ability."

Chen Fan took back the publishing contract with a dark face. "Don't worry, old man. I'm a troublemaker anyway. I'll bite off a piece of meat for you later."

The old man laughed and said, "As a factory as big as Hero Pen, are you afraid that you can take a few pieces of meat? If you have the ability, you can take a few more pieces."

"With your words, I feel relieved."

Chen Fan stuffed the contract into his bag and said, "Please write a note for me. I'll use the radio station to notify everyone to go to the auditorium to divide the money."

The old man quickly wrote out a note, and after Chen Fan took it, he went straight to the campus radio station.

"Attention all members of the Secondary Education Research Association! Attention all members of the Secondary Education Research Association... I am the president, Chen Fan."

"Our club's first teaching aid, English for senior high school students, has been completed and we have reached a publishing agreement with Beijing Publishing House. The first payment is 2700 yuan."

"At 4 pm, all members will gather in the auditorium. The royalties will be distributed according to the previously agreed standards. All members are requested to be present."...

Broadcast, played five times in a row!
After listening to it, Zeng Ali complained that it was "pretentious". Normally, the broadcast would only be repeated three times. How could it be shouted five times in a row? It was not a big deal.

After listening to it, the students felt differently.

No one knows how much money each person can get, but the figure of 2700 yuan is still a huge impact on college students.

An ordinary worker only earns a few dozen yuan a month. After deducting the cost of supporting a family, it would take decades to save such a sum of money.

This club has only been established for two months, and it has already made so much money?
By four o'clock in the afternoon, many people were curious and came to join in the fun. There were even some teachers in the crowd who came specifically to watch the fun.

Seeing that everyone was there, Chen Fan walked onto the stage, pressed his hand, and signaled everyone to be quiet.

"Hello, classmates, I am Chen Fan!"

"The purpose of having everyone here for this meeting today is clear to everyone. The English teaching supplementary books for senior high school students led by Zheng Yana have been signed with Jingcheng Publishing House for publication and have received 2700 yuan. Now we have to share the money."

Everyone got excited when they heard about sharing the money!
What was the purpose of joining the club in the first place? Wasn't it to make money?

At this time, Chen Fan explained: "Before we divide the money, we must first understand the composition of this money and how this money was earned."

"The publisher's price is 9 yuan per thousand words. For an English teaching supplement with 20 words, the basic fee is 1800 yuan. In addition, there is a print run fee. For the first print run of 10 copies, the print run fee is 900 yuan, which adds up to 2700 yuan."

"But this is only my current income. For every 10 copies I print, I can get another 900 yuan in royalties. As long as the book sells well, I can earn 2 yuan two, three, or even ten times that amount..."

……

Zeng Ali was listening in the audience and suddenly felt something was not right. She remembered Chen Fan had mentioned to her that managers must learn how to make promises.

Regardless of whether it can be achieved or not, the pie must be drawn.

Only with cake can everyone be motivated.

Zeng Ali looked around and saw that everyone was as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood, as if two, three, or four 2 yuan were about to be in their hands.

"I won't waste any more time talking nonsense. Let's start dividing the money. Everyone knows the principles of distribution and the rules of the society. I don't need to repeat them, right?"

"I still say that if you want to make money, hurry up and finish the tutorial. Whoever finishes first will get the money first. Don't be jealous today. It's your fault for not moving fast enough."

Zheng Yana's editorial team came on stage.

Chen Fan began to count the money on the spot. Ordinary members received 4%, or 108 yuan each, and the editor-in-chief Zheng Yana received 7%, or 189 yuan.

In addition, their group’s teaching teacher Su Weicheng received 5%, or 135 yuan.

When Su Weicheng got the money, the corners of his mouth almost stretched to the back of his head. He thought he was assigned to the society to do hard work, but he didn't expect it to be a lucrative job.

He leads three editorial teams.

This money can be obtained by taking three copies, if each copy is 135 yuan, it is equivalent to half a year's salary. Moreover, Chen Fan said that once the number of copies printed increases, more money can be obtained.

There was no student present who was not jealous. Each member of the editorial team received 108 yuan, which was equivalent to half a year's subsidy from the school.

In other words, the club doesn’t accept new members, otherwise you have to join.

This club has really good benefits.

Of the 2700 yuan, 20% goes into the club fund, and of the remaining 20%, the president gets 1.5%, the vice president and three assistants each get 3%, and the remaining 1% is distributed to all members. Everyone can get 14.5 yuan, which is enough to eat meat at a small restaurant.

"Chen Fan, my income level seems to be higher than that in the dance troupe?"

After the meeting, Zeng Ali did the math and was stunned. One editorial team received 27 yuan, and there were 18 editorial teams in total.

According to this number, it would be 486 yuan. If she publishes another book next semester, it would be 972 yuan. In addition, she also receives salary as a temporary worker.

"This is just the beginning. If we can get the print run to 40 copies, plus advertising fees, it won't be a problem for you to make a few thousand a year."

Chen Fan made a joke, and Zeng Ali couldn't help but roll her eyes: "You're not satisfied with drawing cakes on stage, and now you're drawing cakes for me again?"

"If you draw a picture of a pie that you can eat, you are called a conscientious entrepreneur. If you draw a picture of a pie that you can't eat, you are called a black-hearted capitalist. Which one do you think I am?"

"Black-hearted capitalist!" Zeng Ali said without hesitation.

Chen Fan was about to retort when Zheng Yana ran over and said, "Chen Fan, I want to ask you something. What work does our editorial team have next?"

"There's no work to do. All you have to do next is lie on the bed and wait to get paid." Chen Fan teased.

"I'm just sitting around doing nothing, why don't you find me another job? We have thirteen people in our editing team. If we work faster, we can publish another book before the winter vacation. Can you give me some advice?"

PS: The second update is here~ Today is my most unlucky day, I have a fever and diarrhea.

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