Since Huo Yaowen went to Viana, Austria in early July to attend the World Congress of Philosophy, the affairs of the publishing house have all fallen on Wu Liande, and after completing the order of textbooks and books from the Education Department, the two printing houses are making every effort to print all kinds of tutorial books, and the rest is to recover the balance of the two books "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" and "Cloud" in Taiwan.

The sales volume of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" in Taiwan is okay, as of the settlement of the final payment, a total of 100,000 copies have been sold, according to the previously negotiated sharing ratio, converted into Hong Kong dollars, the publishing house has made a total profit of about 70,000 yuan, most of which is Huo Yaowen's manuscript fee share.

As for the achievements of the book "A Cloud Made of Rain in the Wind" has nothing to do with the University of Hong Kong Press, it was originally a cooperation with Taiwan's Aoki Publishing House in the name of Yaowen Book Publishing Company, and the total amount recovered was more than 200,000 yuan, of which about 100,000 yuan was Huo Yaowen's manuscript fee.

After all, Yaowen Book Publishing Company was established solely by Huo Yaowen, although 10% of the shares were given to Lao Dou Huo Chengcai, but they are all a family, and it doesn't matter whether the money is divided or not.

However, Wu Liande considered that corporate taxation is different from personal taxation, so he divided the manuscript fee without notifying Huo Yaowen, and then notified Yao Wenjie, the newly recruited editor-in-chief of Yaowen Book Publishing Company, and asked him to do this accounting.

Wu Liande picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip slightly, stopped the thirst in his throat, moistened his throat and continued: "I have already cleared all the final payments settled by Aoki Publishing House, and Yao Wenjie is also registered with your company to do the accounts, and the money has also been transferred to your account, you have time to go to the bank to check the accounts." ”

Huo Yaowen nodded, then picked up the teacup and took a sip, and said, "The matter of the accounts can be settled by Chief Wu Editor-in-Chief Wu, but are you sure you can do this Yao Wenjie?"

I haven't seen or heard of Yao Wenjie Huo Yaowen, before he left Hong Kong, he asked Wu Liande to help set up the team of Yaowen Book Publishing Company, and now it seems that this form should fill up which shell company he has.

Wu Liande smiled and said: "President, Yao Wenjie, don't worry, he is also an old man in the publishing industry, I don't know if you have heard of the Guangdong Publishing Business Association?"

"Guangdong Publishing Business Club?" Huo Yaowen frowned, thought for a long time, and shook his head to say that he had not heard of it.

Wu Liande said: "Yao Wenjie is 55 years old this year, and in the late thirties, when he was still fighting against Japan, he opened a small printing factory in Foshan, Guangdong, and it took only three years to develop the printing factory into a publishing company from scratch. At the time of the victory of the anti-Japanese war in 45 years, he contacted 37 publishing houses in Guangdong and established the Guangdong Publishing Business Association, thinking of winning the publishing business of the entire Guangdong in one fell swoop, but by chance he ran into the civil war, and ran to Hong Kong after being displaced. ”

Huo Yaowen was slightly surprised: "In this way, this Yao Wenjie is quite powerful, and he actually thought of integrating the entire publishing industry in Guangdong to establish a chamber of commerce?"

"Who's to say it isn't. Wu Liande smiled and continued: "At that time, he had already established a publishing chamber of commerce, and if he gave a little more time, he might be able to unify the entire Guangdong publishing industry and become the industry leader." ”

Huo Yaowen nodded and asked, "Where is he now?"

Wu Liande replied: "Your old bean has rented an office space in the Qingmao building in front of you, and the personnel are basically recruited, you can go over and have a look later." ”

"Even if it's over today, I'm a little tired and want to go back to rest early, just to see how the publishing house is doing. ”

After sitting on the plane for two days in a row, Huo Yaowen was very tired, although he could rest on the plane, but it was still not as comfortable as sleeping on the bed, at this moment his eyes were bloodshot, feeling sleepy, he stood up and said: "I'll go back to Editor-in-Chief Wu first, and when Manager Zhu comes back, you tell him, the publicity of the counseling book can start slowly." ”

"Well, I'll inform Manager Zhu. ”

Wu Liande wanted to get up to see him off, but Huo Yaowen politely refused, went out and got the car keys from his uncle, and drove home to sleep.

I didn't come back to Hong Kong for half a month, and I suddenly saw the sound of pedestrians and hawkers on the street, which made Huo Yaowen a little in a trance.

Waiting outside the door of the new house, Huo Yaowen put down the suitcase, touched his pocket, and remembered that he didn't bring the key, when he left Hong Kong before, he lost the key to Lao Dou in advance, he was afraid that he would lose it abroad, so he knocked on the door, and for a long time, he didn't get a response, and he couldn't help frowning.

knocked for a while, waited for a few minutes, and found that there was indeed no one in the house, Huo Yaowen had no choice but to carry his suitcase and walk downstairs, thinking about going back to school to sleep, he suddenly thought of his uncle's house, and he didn't know if his uncle was not at home, so he turned around and went up to the next building.

Huo Yaowen bought two suites before, one big one was for his own family, and the other was for his uncle to live in, after all, he was also developed, so he couldn't let his uncle live in the estate, and since he saw Da D that time, he found that there were many unknown flying boys around the estate, and considering the safety issue, he suggested that his uncle's family move here to live.

At first, my uncle and uncle didn't agree, but in the end, Huo Yaowen said that he would pay for the house with his salary, and deduct a little from his monthly salary, just like a bank loan, to slowly repay the money for the new house, and his uncle's family agreed to move in.

When he arrived at the door of his uncle's house, Huo Yaowen knocked on the door, and soon his cousin Wanjun's voice sounded in the house, "Who?"

"Wanjun, it's me!"

The door clicked open, and after Zhang Wanjun saw Huo Yaowen, she took a few steps back slightly to let the other party in, and asked in surprise, "Brother Yaowen, when did you come back?"

"I just came back and was about to go home to sleep, but I found that there was no one at home. Huo Yaowen walked in with his suitcase and closed the door by the way.

Zhang Wanjun helped Huo Yaowen pack up the suitcase, and said: "Tingting went to play with Suzhen, I originally wanted to call me to go together, but I didn't go if I had something, my aunt and grandmother may have gone to my uncle's house with my grandfather, and my uncle called a few days ago and said that he invited my grandfather over for dinner." ”

"What about my mother?" Huo Yaowen looked at this room, he had come once when it was renovated before, but he didn't add furniture or anything at that time, but at this time he found that the house had everything in it, and everything that should have it was there, although it was only more than seventy square meters, but on the whole, it was okay, not very crowded.

"Isn't this the end of the month?" Auntie, she went to the bookstore in Kowloon to collect the bills. Zhang Wanjun walked to the kitchen and took out the herbal tea from it, and asked Huo Yaowen, "Brother Yaowen, I'll pour you a cup of herbal tea." ”

Since moving to Hong Kong Island, Huo Chengcai has hired two people to manage Chengcai Library, and he has settled the accounts once a month.

"Good. Huo Yaowen sat down at the dining table, looked up at the fan hanging on the wall, and the slight warm breeze blew and he couldn't help yawning.

Zhang Wanjun was holding a glass with gray-black herbal tea rippling in it, "Brother Yaowen, this is the herbal tea I made myself." ”

"Thank you. ”

Huo Yaowen took the herbal tea and took a sip, and suddenly the bitter and astringent taste exploded in his taste buds, but he had long been accustomed to the bitterness of the herbal tea, and after drinking it dry, the whole person was a lot more relaxed, the boiling heat in the body seemed to be evaporated, and the hot wind felt a little cooler.

"Do you still want it?" Zhang Wanjun blinked at Huo Yaowen with wide eyes.

"No need. Huo Yaowen put the cup on the table, noticed a stack of manuscript paper on the table, looked at the text on it, remembered what his cousin said he wanted to write a book before, picked it up and looked at it a few times, and said, "How is the writing?"

Zhang Wanjun watched her cousin pick up the manuscript paper and read it, and said a little shyly: "It's basically finished, and I've been revising it for the past two days." ”

"Well, I'll see. ”

Huo Yaowen read the manuscript of about 200,000 words at a glance and ten lines in just ten minutes, and the general content of the follow-up was exactly what Huo Yaowen guessed at that time, which was a perfect happy ending.

There are not many ups and downs in the story, just trivial things in daily life, with a little bit of warmth, sweetness and romance, and the biggest fluctuation may be that the hero returns to Hong Kong, which makes the heroine sad.

All in all, this book has a faint sadness but deeply touching love, and uses the little warmth and sweetness of daily trivial things to arouse people's yearning for pure and beautiful love.

is far from the current love letters of Qiong Yao, Yishu, Zhang Ailing, including him Huo Yaowen, which can be said to be a heaven and a place.

It's not that Zhang Wanjun's writing can't be done, but the storyline and fluctuations are too different, just like a fantasy pretending to be a fantasy in later generations, upgrading all the way and fighting monsters all the way, and the other is the daily flow, there are not many ups and downs, there are not many pretense slaps in the face, but there are some warmth and sweetness mixed in the daily trivialities.

In particular, Zhang Wanjun wrote a passage at the end of the book: "He fell in love at first sight, and always fell in love with each other." ”

"Cousin Yaowen, what do you think?" Zhang Wanjun was a little apprehensive in her heart, this was the first time she had written a book, except for Huo Yaowen who had read it, she didn't mention it to anyone, even her younger sister Huo Tingting, who had a very good relationship with her.

"Wonderfully written. Huo Yaowen nodded, Zhang Wanjun's writing is still relatively smooth, but there are not many ups and downs in the text, it is difficult to arouse people's joys and sorrows, much like the pure love of later generations, there is a warmth and sweetness in the little trivialities, forcing people to read it until they see the end of the reunion, showing a knowing smile.

"Really!" As soon as she heard her cousin say that her writing was okay, Zhang Wanjun didn't mention how happy she was, her heart was like a little lion who had just completed the first hunt in her life, and she was happily tasting the fruits of victory, the fruits of a person's battle.

Huo Yaowen looked at Zhang Wanjun so happy, and also smiled: "Well, I just read it, there are no sick sentences and wrong sentences, so I don't need to continue to revise it, and I will hand over the rest to the company's editor to review and typeset, and if there is no problem at that time, I will publish it." ”

"Do you want to publish it?!!"

Zhang Wanjun's beautiful big eyes were wide open, and his face was full of disbelief, he actually had the opportunity to publish a book!

"Of course. ”

Huo Yaowen smiled and said, "Since it has been written, it will definitely give priority to publishing, but you can try to write a short prose recently, a very short story can be." ”

Zhang Wanjun nodded fiercely: "I will work hard, cousin Yaowen!"

"I'll take it back later. Huo Yaowen yawned, put the manuscript back on the table, glanced at the room, and said, "Where is my uncle's room? I'll go sleep for a while, I'm a little too sleepy." ”

"Over here. Zhang Wanjun led Huo Yaowen to the door of his bedroom, opened the door, saw that he was a little surprised, and hurriedly said: "Cousin Yaowen, grandpa's room has a heavy smell of smoke, you can sleep in my room." ”

"yes, okay. Huo Yaowen didn't care, he was sleepy now, his eyelids were fighting, up and down, as if he would fall asleep in the next second.

In the summer, he didn't take off his clothes, turned on the fan in the room, and fell asleep directly on the bed.

And Zhang Wanjun, who was standing at the door, saw that her cousin was lying down and sleeping, looked at Huo Yaowen, who seemed to be asleep, smiled slightly, and closed the door and retreated.