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Throughout the negotiation, the two sides have been communicating with guò translators, and everyone present did not think that Mai Xiaoyu could speak Japanese and was proficient in Japanese.

Nakamura felt like he had been stripped naked, and he was embarrassed.

Rao is his age, honed his tough skin, and at this moment he also wants to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Why don't you speak Japanese earlier?

What kind of innocence is pretended?

Cunning Chinese!

The embarrassment of the opponent has always been the source of Mai Xiaoyu's happiness.

Hiding that you know Japanese is a reflection of the professionalism of a liar.

After that strange dream, he suddenly became fluent in multiple languages.

Japanese, Korean, English, French, German and Italian can also be used in two sentences, all related to the identity of his dreams.

If you are an internationally famous cultural critic who only speaks Chinese, do you still expect your critical articles to be published in influential international film review magazines? At major heavyweight film festivals, you comment in Chinese? If you scold foreign celebrity fans, you will only be scolded in Chinese until you lose your voice!

has been holding back, and at the last moment, he hit the ground running, and the negotiations ...... The old man was listened to by Mai Xiaoyu, is there any need to talk about it?

Hilton, Room 333.

The room opened by the Japanese is easy to see from the house number number, 3 is the most auspicious number in the eyes of the Japanese.

Once the negotiations are over, the next step is to discuss the lengthy contract.

The contract template is in Japanese, it doesn't matter, Mai Xiaoyu is proficient in Japanese. However, when it comes to the letter of the law, he is a layman.

Yang Linfei kindly proposed that he could find the manager of the legal department of Feiyang Publishing House to help review the terms of the contract, but Mai Xiaoyu politely refused.

"Lao Wu, do you know a lawyer?"

"In terms of publishing contracts. ”

"Foreign-related. ”

"Japan. ”

A phone call, half an hour later, Wu Guodong rushed to the Hilton Hotel with Lu Ruiheng.

Lu Ruiheng is nearly thirty years old, white and clean and polite, dressed in formal clothes, behind the gold wire glasses is a shrewd and sophisticated eyes, which is mixed with a bit of bookish atmosphere that has not yet faded.

After the meeting, there was no nonsense, and the contract was handed over to Lu Ruiheng and reviewed one by one.

Lu Ruiheng graduated from the law major, studied in Japan for a postgraduate degree in law after graduating from university, and returned to China to become a lawyer after graduation, mainly acting as an agent for the legal work of trade contracts between Chinese enterprises and Japanese enterprises.

In Mai Xiaoyu's opinion, the contract terms are similar, and Lu Ruiheng has picked out many problems. In response to these problems, the laws of China and Japan came as soon as they opened their mouths, and Nakamura, who refutated them, was speechless and had to contact China for help.

Contracts are never completely fair. Behemoths are even more commonplace for individuals. The store is big and the customer is big and the store is so in ancient and modern times.

If according to Lu Ruiheng's request, Jiying Club has to send the company's legal counsel from Japan to fly, don't think about finalizing it in three or five days.

Mai Xiaoyu's time is so precious, he can do another game when he has that time!

So, after communicating with Lu Ruiheng, he determined that there were no hidden traps in the contract as a whole, and asked Yang Linfei for details. They are all old birds of the publishing house, and the Tao in the contract is the same.

Sure enough, Lu Ruiheng thinks that the details of the terms in question are normal for Yang Linfei, and the same is true for the relevant clauses in the contract of Feiyang Publishing House. Except for one - during the serialization of "Naruto", the author Maiko is not allowed to disclose his identity.

How can this work, I still want to use Maizi's Chinese identity to promote "Boys Over Flowers"!

Yang Linfei strongly objected to this, but Mai Xiaoyu readily agreed.

He is a liar, a professional liar who advocates a low-key eating of meat.

He should make every penny, what more bike?

Not only that, considering that the 1.5 million yuan in exchange for the recording could not go to the public account, Mai Xiaoyu proposed to settle in US dollars, 250,000 US dollars, and cash exchange.

As a result, Jiying Club finally felt Mai Xiaoyu's "empathy", and the contract was signed!

The manuscript fee is 15,000 yen per page after tax, and Mai Xiaoyu submits one volume per month, and if a single book is issued in the future, the royalty will be discussed again. During the cooperation period, if there is a disagreement, the two sides will resolve it through negotiation in an attitude of friendly consultation.

Less than twenty minutes after the contract was signed, two more Japanese came, and without saying anything, they directly handed over the suitcase they were carrying with them to Nakamura.

The box was two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

Wu Guodong took Lu Ruiheng, who was blindfolded, and two Japanese people to the bank, and returned to the hotel after the money was credited.

Mai Xiaoyu gave a look, Wu Guodong nodded, Mai Xiaoyu took out the SD card from the mobile phone and handed it to Nakamura, who went to the bathroom to inspect the goods......

The whole process was mysterious, and it was like that kind of transaction, and Lu Ruiheng was secretly speechless.

Leaving the hotel, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother Wu, what are they doing, don't you ask?"

"Why ask?"

"It doesn't look like a serious road...... Don't sell state secrets. ”

"It's not funny. ”

"I'm serious. Brother Wu, how long have you known him, do you know him?"

"I've known him since I was an admiral. This sentence aroused Wu Guodong's thoughts, and his tone was sad.

Lu Ruiheng was curious: "He was also a person from the Nine Gates back then?"

"Wheat. ”

"Wheat? ”

"You must have heard of him, he is very famous in your legal profession. ”

"Who?"

"McHero. ”

"Mai Yingying, Mai Dalu!" Lu Ruiheng's eyes straightened, "I haven't heard that Mai Dalu has a son." ”

"Therefore, don't talk nonsense about today's events, and don't tell anyone that you have seen wheat, especially McDalus. ”

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At this time, Mai Xiaoyu and Yang Linfei had already returned to the music café and ordered a cup of coffee each.

The contract for "Boys Over Flowers" hasn't been negotiated yet.

Yang Linfei couldn't open his mouth a little, not to mention the manuscript fee of 15,000 per page, which was 6,000 per page, and he couldn't afford it.

Huaman started late, the market is immature, and the impact of Riman is too great, and the author's manuscript fee is generally low. Coupled with economic and price factors, the top comic gods in China only cost four or five hundred manuscripts, which is not as good as Japanese comic newcomers.

"What about the contract?" Mai Xiaoyu put down his coffee and asked.

Yang Linfei smiled embarrassedly: "That, the manuscript fee is ......"

"Is there a problem with five hundred?"

"No, no problem!" After the ecstasy, Yang Linfei calmed down, "Won't it be a little low?"

In the room just now, Nakamura also asked about "Boys Over Flowers", and said that he was willing to sign this girl's comic book for a manuscript fee of 10,000 yuan, equivalent to 1,375 yuan in Huaxia.

"You've done me a favor, and you've got a good daughter. ”

It took an hour or two for "Naruto" to sign the contract, while "Boys Over Flowers" only took ten minutes.

The contract was signed, and holding a copy of Mai Xiaoyu's ID card, Yang Linfei still felt incredible.

That's it?

It's too ...... It's child's play.

Why?

Just because Mi Mi likes his comics?

He's not going to pay attention, is he?

No, Mi Mi is only fifteen this year, he ...... Oh my God!

On Mai Xiaoyu's real ID card, the birth column is impressively printed: 1979.

Seven years apart...... Is it a thing?