The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 189: Circle of Friends (Part 2)
Subtitle of this chapter: Never forget your original intention
Yuan Yan suddenly noticed that Helen Brown was about to speak, so she immediately spoke first and asked, "Helen, how is your Titanic trilogy going?"
Helen from Manhattan immediately revealed a smug look upon hearing this question, and said in a reserved and nonchalant tone, "As for my novel... there's actually not much to say. The second part just finished serialization, and the response has been pretty good..."
Paris from Manhattan, who was from Dorling Province, chimed in, "Helen is so modest! She's more than fine. Women of the World's subscriptions nationwide have exceeded 10,000, with over 3,000 in New York alone. And all of these readers are attracted by Helen's novels!"
Miss Brown pursed her red lips tightly, glanced at her suitor with an "angry" look, frowned, and said in a very "unhappy" tone: "What's that? Compared to my teacher Niao, I'm far behind!"
As expected, Jack Mary Sue is popular.
Actually, no matter in the East or the West, the Mary Sues in successful romance novels must not only be Mary Sues but also have a "bitter cabbage flower" physique, even Jane Eyre, the originator of Western romance novels, is like this; and aren't those GOOD GIRLS written by Xiao Si who smoke, drink, have promiscuous sex, and have abortions all "brightly sad"?
So, after Master Yuan's advice, Miss Helen Brown instantly became a best-selling novelist, and the circulation of her "Women of the World" also increased sharply.
This "Her Majesty" is really about to become the queen of American women's magazines.
She turned to her teacher and said in a coquettish voice, "It's annoying, isn't it?"
"That's right, you are far from it." Master Yuan nodded in agreement without hesitation.
"Hmm..." Miss Brown was almost pissed off to death after hearing this answer. She stood up suddenly and said, "I'm feeling a little unwell. I'm going home first..."
"sit down!"
The "Void One" who had just obtained the new toy "Eye of Nothingness" suddenly felt his eyes go dark, and he activated the "Skill: The Abyss is You", and cast a "Touch of Fatigue" on his first female disciple.
Miss Brown felt inexplicably tired, and her legs gave way involuntarily, causing her to sit down.
"Okay, Howard." Yuan Yan suddenly looked at Master Ai Shouyi and said, "Let's talk about SCP... Well, Mr. Dewitt Wallace isn't here today, so you can talk about Window on the World on his behalf."
Looking much better, dressed more elegantly, and with a more lively expression, "Mr. Magician" frowned slightly and said, "Neo, Mr. and Mrs. Wallace are indeed working very hard, but it must be said that Window of the World is currently having some problems even breaking even, so I wonder if it is..."
Master Yuan interrupted him and waved his hand, saying, "No, Howard. Even though Window on the World isn't profitable yet, I believe the magazine has a bright future..."
He took a drag on his cigar, pondered for a moment, and said, "How about this? You can contact Major General Fox Connor on my behalf and see if you can get the US Army to subscribe to this magazine. I think those soldiers should love Window on the World."
Reader's Digest later became a worldwide magazine, largely due to the fact that the American army during World War II brought it to the world. Along with Zippo lighters, Wrigley gum, Ray-Ban sunglasses, Coca-Cola, and SPAM, it became a symbol of American life.
Moreover, this kind of digest magazine is very suitable for ordinary soldiers with low levels of knowledge, and will definitely be welcomed by the royal army.
"Okay then." Since he said so, Master Ai Shouyi had no choice but to nod and turn to "SCP".
Speaking of this magazine, he beamed with joy and said, "Hey, I have some good news for you. The circulation of the last issue of SCP has already exceeded 30,000 copies! This month's gross profit is at least $20,000!"
"Wow..." Everyone...except Huang Zongyi who was unaware of the situation, exclaimed in surprise.
It would be boring to say more, but the year is 1921. Thirty thousand copies is an astonishing .
This means that the monthly circulation exceeds 100,000 copies. It should be noted that in those days, the most respected American magazine, The Atlantic Monthly, only has a monthly circulation of more than 400,000 copies.
This also means that Mr. Aishouyi's monthly dividends alone exceed $1,000, more than a highly skilled worker earns in a year. Further calculations show that he earns $250 per week, which is exactly the highest royalty he's ever received. No wonder he looks better, dresses more elegantly, and has a more lively expression.
His fate must have changed drastically. Yuan Yanshu no longer had to worry about him dying young or not being able to find a wife, as he had already become a wealthy bachelor.
As the major shareholder and chief contributor , Yuan Yanshu's monthly net income was as high as US$5,000, which was equivalent to Roosevelt's annual salary when he was Deputy Secretary of the Navy.
This is his most stable source of income at this time. He has been living mainly on this income in recent times, and also relies on this money to subsidize the operating expenses of the two companies, Tianren Shipping and Amalgam.
But compared to his "grand plan", this little money seems like a drop in the bucket...
But this idea, which was just a drop in the bucket, was greatly surprised when Mr. Huang heard it.
As the son of the Nanyang Sugar King, he had certainly seen small amounts of money before. But no matter what, $5,000 was a huge sum.
I saw the wealthy Yuan curl his lips, and said with a look of dissatisfaction: "Well... I understand."
Well, he was really not satisfied. If he could get involved in the financial market, it would be easy to make ten times the money.
Of course, Huang Zongyi didn't know this. He thought his uncle was either very cunning, had a lot of money but didn't care, or was stupid... well, he was indifferent to fame and fortune.
"Thank you, Howard." Yuan Yan nodded suddenly, then said in a tone of disappointment, "By the way, my dear editor. I see you haven't produced any works recently. This is not good!"
As the saying goes, poets are unfortunate but their writing is fortunate, and when they write about the vicissitudes of life, they will enter the palace... Well, the sentences will be well-crafted.
Are people inherently lazy? Writers really can't have it easy. If they had it easy, there would be fewer classics.
If Liu Sanbian hadn't been unable to control his bad mouth and thus failed in the imperial examination , would he still have become "Liu Sanbian who wrote lyrics according to the emperor's order"?
If Balzac had not owed usury, would he have been able to write "The Human Comedy"?
If the Fourth Master had not stripped the Cao family of the Jiangning Weaving Supervisor, would Cao still have been able to write "Dream of the Red Chamber"?
If some online writers didn't have such a strong desire to express themselves and such strong character, would they still be able to fail?
Well, that's not a good example. Let's get back to Mr. Aishouyi. If he keeps on being so "sexual," where will Cthulhu be in the future?!
Thinking of this, our Master Yuan couldn't help but emphasize his tone and said, "Mr. Lovecraft, please don't forget our original intention!"
He waved his cigar and said excitedly, "We write not for money, but to prevent the world from being destroyed, to protect world peace, and to implement love and justice..."
"Meow!"
"Master Ball, are you finally willing to replace that fat yellow guy? Actually, I also think that Meowth-sama can better complement my temperament..."
"Host, don't be too happy too soon. This time it's not the system, but a real wild cat!"
