330 [The end of summer is passing, and winter is coming]

Anna was very concerned about the investment in the Hung Hom Cross-Harbour Tunnel, and she began to run for it when she went to work the next day, and it took less than a week for the matter to be negotiated.

I have to say that there is a cousin who is the deputy director of the political secretary, it is really comfortable, there is no need to do any tedious things, only Huo Yaowen needs to register a new real estate company, and then invest 50 million Hong Kong dollars, and in less than half a month, he successfully won 17% of the equity of the undersea tunnel.

The Hung Hom Cross Harbour Tunnel, which is a project for the benefit of Hong Kong's people, has also become a joint venture project under the leadership of Governor Mak, and the construction of the cross-harbour tunnel officially started at the end of February after the New Year, and the last section of pipelines and equipment will be installed and constructed by the end of the year.

……

Yaowen Book Publishing Company.

"General Manager, this is a sample book and ...... from the UK"

Yao Wenjie looked embarrassed and didn't even finish speaking, so he handed over the sales report of "Game of Thrones" and "A Thousand Success Stories" received in the morning to Huo Yaowen.

Hearing this, Huo Yaowen picked up the sample book "Game of Thrones", the cover is very good, it is a somewhat old Western-style long sword, and behind him is the snow-capped mountains, which looks very epic.

Turning the cover, the first page is a preface written by myself:

"In a game of thrones, if you don't win, you're dead, there's no middle ground. Summer is coming to an end, winter is approaching, and wolves are howling at night. - Evan Howe

The first page is just as simple as that.

The font is fancy, Huo Yaowen likes it very much, at a glance, well...... It's very forced.

Flipped through a few more pages casually, and was about to close them when Huo Yaowen suddenly fell back to the second page, behind a long list of beautiful fonts, it was written. R. Tolkien.

Tolkien's foreword?

"Last year, when Mr. Evan came to the UK for a BBC TV visit, I invited him to sit at home. Yes, I love the Harry Potter book, it's a pure fantasy story.

Over afternoon tea, I had a great conversation with Mr. Evan, and I liked his work, and he seemed to like mine.

Mr. Evan told me that he had always wanted to write a book as large and historically factual as my book The Lord of the Rings, and I was glad he had the idea to give him some medieval material that I had gathered when I wrote The Lord of the Rings.

Two months ago, I received a package from Mr. Evan from Thought, which contained a bound book called Game of Thrones.

I love this work very, very, very much, yes, I love it so much that I can't help myself, and I hope to be able to see the second part soon.

Okay, let's get back to business.

Many years ago, I always wanted to write a story about the triumph of justice, and later I wrote "The Lord of the Rings", but as I grew older and richer in my life experience, I found that the triumph of justice is indeed the most desired thing in everyone's heart, but life often has to succumb to all kinds of obscenity.

"Game of Thrones" is a work of fantasy, but magic is only its coat, its inner is to mock the sadness of human nature, human nature has no absolute black and white, all the characters are gray, although that is not their original intention, for the sake of your children's relatives and friends or your own survival, you have to betray some other children's relatives and friends, full of helplessness, but this is the game of thrones, the wail of ice and fire, melting, extinguishing the sad and majestic melody.

Someone once said that my "Lord of the Rings" is a fairy tale for adults, so "Game of Thrones" may be a true portrayal of the society in which adults live, and I believe that this work will eventually become a classic with the passage of time, because it is a classic and magnificent epic masterpiece in itself. ——. R. Tolkien - February 25, 1972"

Judging from the preface, Tolkien can be said to have given a very high evaluation, as a well-deserved master of magic literature, it is absolutely extremely rare for him to give such a high evaluation of a new work, and it can be described as rare.

Seeing Tolkien's high evaluation, Huo Yaowen raised his eyebrows, it was finally in vain that he spent a year creating it, just hoping that the sales could be so high.

Throwing "Game of Thrones" aside, Huo Yaowen picked up "A Thousand Success Stories" and the sales report.

This made Yao Wenjie's heart tighten.

"60,000 copies?!"

Huo Yaowen was stunned, he didn't expect that "Success Story" would only sell 60,000 copies after almost two months of release in the UK.

Although 60,000 copies in Hong Kong seems to be quite high, the UK is a country with a population of at least 40 or 50 million people, and most importantly, the British book market is growing steadily every year, which shows that British people generally have the habit of buying new books.

Huo Yaowen didn't dare to say how well-known he was, but his previous "Harry Potter" sold almost 10 million copies, and Thames Publishing Company had a sales channel throughout the UK, in this case, it only sold 60,000 copies in two months?

It's just too little.

"General manager, it may be that the translator I was looking for didn't translate well. Seeing the boss frowning, Yao Wenjie hurriedly put the responsibility on himself and the translator, and would never say that the boss wrote badly, after all, he proposed the idea of publishing the short story in a book.

"Forget it, I didn't expect it to sell well. What happened to the Dawn of Education newspaper?"

Huo Yaowen threw the book and report on the table, if this kind of chicken soup is sold to the United States, it is actually better than publishing it in the United Kingdom, because the US government has been advocating the American dream to the world for the past two years, and he, Huo Yaowen, was once a representative of the American dream, and the sales of this chicken soup article are absolutely considerable.

Yao Wenjie wiped the sweat stains on his forehead and said: "I have helped them build the prototype, transferred a few editors and clerks, and the people from the teaching union in terms of review come by themselves, as for the newspapers, they are all printed from our printing house, and the newsstand has also helped to contact them." ”

"Don't expect to sell much at the newsstand, you should inform Fu Zheng later, and ask him to contact various primary and secondary schools and even universities to promote the newspaper "Dawn of Education" to schools, and by the way, it can also advertise, increase its popularity, and let all teachers in Hong Kong see that there is a newspaper dedicated to education for teachers. ”

"I got the boss. ”

"That's it, I'll go back first, and the company will notify me if there is anything. ”

Huo Yaowen got up from the boss's chair, stretched, and was about to go back when he heard the phone ringing suddenly in the office.

Glancing at the phone, he didn't pay attention, after all, this was Yao Wenjie's office.

Yao Wenjie glanced at the boss who didn't mean to answer, and hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the phone: "Hey, I'm Yao Wenjie." ”

"What!"

Huo Yaowen, who had just opened the door and was about to go out, suddenly heard Yao Wenjie's exclamation, looked back curiously, and saw that Yao Wenjie had already hung up the phone, and while hurriedly picking up the clothes on the hanger, he said to him: "Oh no, boss, Wu Lao's son called, saying that Wu Lao had just been sent to the hospital, and that the doctor had issued a critical illness notice." ”

"What?!"

Huo Yaowen frowned.

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