Zhang Dening rolled his eyes at him, knowing that what he meant by "key points" was material-related rewards.

"The winning works will be awarded a bonus of one hundred yuan, eighty yuan, and sixty yuan or books according to the first, second, and third prizes respectively."

After Zhang Dening said this, there was no movement. Lin Chaoyang waited for a long time and asked: "Is it over?"

"It's over."

"After all, it's a national award, and it's just such a small bonus?"

Zhang Dening said: "Isn't there still royalties?"

"The manuscript fee is a manuscript fee, and the bonus is a bonus. After all, it is a national award."

Lin Chaoyang shook his head, his face full of disappointment.

Zhang Dening looked at him with disgust and decided to change the topic, "Have you written any new works recently?"

"I wrote it." Lin Chaoyang said happily.

Zhang Dening was immediately happy and asked: "Where is the manuscript? Show it to me!"

"Give it to "Contemporary"!"

A thunderbolt struck from the blue, and the smile on Zhang Dening's face froze.

"Give it to "Contemporary"? Why did you give it to "Contemporary" again?"

Let’s not talk about the last time “Wreaths Under the Mountains” was given to “People’s Literature”. How could we give it to “Contemporary” this time with a new novel?

Before she could start questioning her, Lin Chaoyang said, "The royalties are very high, ten yuan per thousand words!"

When Lin Chaoyang spoke, he gestured to Zhang Dening to emphasize the importance of this remuneration standard.

"Ten yuan for a thousand words, it's not like we won't give it to you!" Zhang Dening said with wide eyes.

"We didn't give it to you last time."

Zhang Dening felt the urge to vomit blood, "Last time I raised it to nine yuan, won't it be ten yuan this time? There has to be a step-by-step process."

"There is no step-by-step process in "Contemporary", and neither does "Harvest"." Lin Chaoyang said confidently.
Chapter completed!