Books in the United States are very expensive, even if they are more entertaining novels, most of them are around five to ten dollars, and if they are some books about scientific research and education, they are even more expensive, and the cheapest ones are in the tens and twenty dollars.

The price of Huo Yaowen's book, Mark has not yet given a price, which needs to find someone from the company to do the pricing, not too high, otherwise the desire to buy will be reduced, and it can't be too low, otherwise the benefits are too small.

However, according to the previous book publishing by new authors, most of them are priced at about five dollars.

Mark is still more optimistic about Huo Yaowen's science fiction novel, and gave a retail price of no less than five dollars for publishing.

Huo Yaowen's share ratio is 6%, which is a little higher than the share ratio given by the previous "Literary World", which is due to the fact that Bantan Books Publishing Company has very rich sales channels and publicity means.

In order to sign the contract, Huo Yaowen had to spend $300 to hire a lawyer specializing in copyright, and the other party only took less than three hours to complete everything.

This has to make Huo Yaowen sigh that the lawyer industry is really profitable.

After the signing was over, Huo Yaowen wrote the rest of the first part and handed it over to Mark, and as for the remaining parts of the book, the people of Bantan Book Publishing Company also signed a letter of intent for priority cooperation in advance.

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A few days later, the first edition of the International Writing Project ended perfectly, at least he achieved the purpose of the trip and successfully published a book.

And the other writers who came to participate, including Lin Yanni, have more or less reached some cooperation with the people of Bantan Book Publishing Company.

For example, a prose written by Lin Yanni after coming to the United States successfully signed a contract with the people of Bantan Books, and received a manuscript fee of 72 US dollars at the price of 10 cents per word.

Her essays will be published in a book with other contracted authors.

The manuscript fee is not much, but for Lin Yanni, she is still very satisfied, after all, this is the first time she has earned a manuscript fee in the United States, although it is only a measly seventy-two US dollars, and taxes are removed.

Inside Iowa Airport.

Nie Hualing originally wanted to send Huo Yaowen, Lin Yanni, and Li Zhongchen on the plane, but there were follow-up things to be solved at the University of Iowa, so after sending the three of them to the airport, they said goodbye with Mr. Paul.

The three of them walked to the airport lobby.

Lin Yanni took her husband Li Zhongchen's arm, looked at Huo Yaowen in front of him and asked, "Mr. Huo, are you sure you won't go back to Hong Kong with us?"

Huo Yaowen shook his head and said, "No, I have something to do to go to San Francisco's Chinatown, where do I have a relative who needs to visit." ”

"That's good. Lin Yanni nodded and said, "Then we'll see you when we return to Hong Kong." ”

Li Zhongchen on the side said politely: "Huo Sheng, you must come to my house after returning to Hong Kong." ”

Huo Yaowen smiled: "No problem." ”

Because Lin Yanni and Li Zhongchen were going to Los Angeles, their flight was earlier than Huo Yaowen's, so after waiting for more than ten minutes, they boarded the flight to Los Angeles.

Huo Yaowen waited for almost half an hour before getting on the passenger plane to San Francisco International Airport.

Iowa is 2,500 kilometers from San Francisco, and by the time Huo Yaowen arrived at San Francisco International Airport, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon.

Fortunately, I took the earliest flight, otherwise it would have been 90 o'clock in the evening when I arrived in San Francisco, and it would be a hassle to go to Chinatown at that time.

In the sixties and seventies, the law and order in the United States has always been not very good, especially at this time, anti-Vietnam War demonstrations are staged in various states almost every day, and at night, addicts, gangsters, drunkards, all kinds of bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods will all run out.

Because of Nie Hualing's reminder before, Huo Yaowen got off the plane and immediately found a taxi (taxi) to go to San Francisco's Chinatown.

San Francisco's Chinatown is the largest in the western United States, comparable to New York's Chinatown, located near Union Square, running four or five blocks across the country, and is the largest Chinatown in the western United States.

After more than an hour of circling around, the taxi finally stopped at the China Gate in San Francisco's Chinatown.

Huo Yaowen didn't know if the other party had taken a detour, but when he took the car before, he noticed that the surrounding scenery seemed to repeat several times.

If he was in Hong Kong, he might have to argue, but in the United States, he didn't know the place well, and he didn't bother to quarrel with the driver about it.

I paid the money, got out of the car, and walked straight towards the Zhonghua Gate.

Looking at the familiar traditional Chinese characters on the various signboards inside the Chung Hwa Gate, some of the dilapidated streets, muddy roads, and the Cantonese spoken by the passers-by from time to time, he had the illusion of returning to Hong Kong.

In the late '60s, Chinatown had not yet developed into a tourist attraction like later generations, and the people living here, except for the Chinese, were almost non-white and black, and it was a veritable Chinatown.

Along the way, Huo Yaowen found that the pedestrians on the street could only see a few white people, most of them taking pictures everywhere with cameras, as if they wanted to see what this city within a city was like.

Along the street number and the letter paper in his hand, Huo Yaowen found No. 371 Duban Street, looked at the situation in the store, and looked up at the four big characters "Guangdong Shopping Mall" written on the signboard.

Sure enough, it's gone.

Before coming, Huo Yaowen guessed that his uncle probably did not stay at the original location, otherwise, the letter written by Grandma in the early years would definitely be able to be mailed, even if it was unsatisfactory, it would not even have the money to send a cross-border letter.

When he was looking for it in doubt, Huo Yaowen suddenly felt hungry, glanced around, and saw a teahouse in front of the door of the Guangdong shopping mall, and walked straight inside.

Entering the door of the teahouse, it was still very lively, bustling, and there were quite a lot of passengers.

After Huo Yaowen found a seat with no one to sit down, a man in his thirties, wearing a red and yellow shirt, came over and asked in Chinese, "Sir, what do you want?"

"Two shrimp dumplings and a bowl of wonton noodles. Huo Yaowen glanced at the menu, ordered two to eat, looked up at the waiter and asked, "May I ask, is there a Zhang Ji restaurant opposite your store?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Mr. is here to look for relatives in Chinatown?"

"Yes. Huo Yaowen nodded and didn't hide it.

The waiter smiled: "The place in the Guangdong shopping mall before was indeed Zhang Ji Restaurant, and I also worked in the opposite Zhang Ji Restaurant when I was young, but Zhang Ji Restaurant was closed ten years ago." ”

Huo Yaowen's eyes lit up and asked, "Then do you know that the owner of Zhang Ji Restaurant moved there?"

"I'm afraid others don't know, but I do. After the waiter finished speaking, he smiled silently.

Seeing this, Huo Yaowen took out a ten-dollar bill from the wallet in his pocket, put it on the table and said, "Tell me that Zhang Ji's boss is there, this is yours." ”

The waiter immediately took away the ten dollars on the table and said with a smile: "In the Tin Hau Ancient Temple, Boss Zhang of Zhang Ji Restaurant has now reopened Zhang Ji Restaurant in Tin Hau Ancient Temple." ”

"Where is the Tianhou Ancient Temple?"

"Passing through this street, after you see the four big characters of "the world is for the public", you can see it from the inside, and you can see that the signboard of Zhang Ji Restaurant is still quite big, and you can see it at a glance. ”

"Thank you, forget what you ordered before. ”

As soon as he heard that the location was not far away, Huo Yaowen lost interest in eating, picked up his suitcase, turned around and went out.

Looking at Huo Yaowen who was leaving, the waiter pinched the ten dollars in his hand, and said with a chuckle as he walked towards the counter: "I didn't expect that there was a rich relative in the bad gambling Zhang." ”

"That man left without ordering anything?" said the owner of the teahouse, sitting at the counter, to the waiter who walked by.

"I'm looking for my relatives. The waiter smiled and said, "Boss, guess what, he found that relative." ”

The boss pouted: "I know that there are so many people in Chinatown, and the ghost knows that he is looking for that family." ”

"Who's on the right door. The waiter pointed to the opposite doorway.

"Guangdong shopping mall?" the boss said in astonishment: "Chen Bingrong's relatives?

"No, it's before. ”

The boss thought for a while and said in surprise: "Zhang Ji Restaurant?"

"Yes. The waiter laughed.

"Does this rotten gambler have relatives who dare to come to the door?"

The waiter said, "It's still a rich and noble relative, and he gave me ten dollars just after inquiring about the news." ”

The boss pursed his lips when the waiter said that he was rich and noble, and Zhang Huawei, who was facing the door before, was also majestic in Chinatown in his early years.

is also the number one person in the Guangdong Chamber of Commerce in Chinatown, but unfortunately he became addicted to gambling later, and not only lost most of his family property, but also lost his restaurant.

If it weren't for the people from the Guangdong Chamber of Commerce who came forward to communicate with the people in the casino, I'm afraid that the bad gambling Zhang would not even be able to save his life.

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After walking for about ten minutes, Huo Yaowen thought that he had taken the wrong road, but after seeing the words "The world is for the public" written on the archway at the entrance of the street in front of him, he must have found a place, and went straight through the gate and walked towards the street inside.

Looking left and right all the way, I finally saw the words "Zhang Ji Restaurant" in red letters on a black background near the mouth of a remote alley.

Huo Yaowen looked at the door of the "restaurant" that could only accommodate one person in and out, this was too small, and secretly sighed where is this restaurant, it is not even as good as the general ice house in Hong Kong.

It seems that my uncle is not very happy in Chinatown.

Looking inside through the window next to it, it was dark inside, and it didn't seem to be open, Huo Yaowen just wanted to push the door in, but found that the small door was locked.

At this moment, a female voice suddenly came from behind him, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just went to buy some food, are you here to eat?"

Huo Yaowen looked back and saw a girl about eighteen or nineteen years old, looking at him apologetically, he thought about it, nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"Then wait a minute, I'll open the door. ”

The girl's face was overjoyed, and she quickly took out the key from her pocket, walked over and opened the door, turned on the light inside, and then said with a smile: "Please come in." ”

Huo Yaowen entered the house and found that the room was really small, with only three tables, and it could only sit about ten people, but it was quite clean.

The girl followed into the house and shouted to the kitchen inside, "Grandpa, a guest has come." ”

A voice rang out in the back room: "Oh, got it, ask the guests what they are eating." ”

"Sir, what do you want to eat?" the girl casually picked up the menu on the table next to her and handed it to Huo Yaowen.

Glancing at the menu, most of them were very ordinary food, Huo Yaowen ordered two, and then looked up and asked, "May I ask if the boss here is called Zhang Huawei?"

The girl's face was pale, and Huo Yaowen's face was not very good, not as enthusiastic as before, she pursed her lips and nodded: "Yes." ”

"My name is Huo Yaowen, my grandmother's name is Huo Zhang Junyi, my grandfather's name is Huo Zongxiong, and the boss here is my uncle, see if you can invite it out. ”

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