Seeing the surprised looks on the faces of everyone present, Sun Lan's heart was as happy as drinking a bottle of frozen Coke on dog days. He didn't believe it, and at this point, Su Aijun was still not convinced! He inquired, the reason why a Japanese comic book agency came to Su Aijun to sign a contract this time was that Bai Lin had made a lot of efforts during this time, and the initial contact was also through Bai Lin. This shows that Bai Lin must be very familiar with Su Aijun, and the relationship should be very close.

"What a despicable villain!" Fang Bin's face turned white with anger, and he gritted his teeth and scolded.

"Despicable villain? This only shows that you are stupid! A group of leopards in the countryside also want to fight me! Sun Lan said proudly. What's the use of scolding, you can't hurt your own hair. And the more you scold, the more it shows that the other party is powerless to change. It seems that his goal is about to be achieved. And his immigration plan will also be successful.

"Uncle Su, you can't be polite to this kind of jumping clown! Hurry up and shoot to death, he is now disgraced to all of us Chinese people! Fang Mingyuan said suddenly, he was already extremely disgusted with Sun Lan's face.

"Jumping clowns? Little bunny, who the fuck are you scolding? Sun Lan's face is a little unbearable, and a teenage kid dares to speak out!

Fang Bin immediately stood up, grabbed Sun Lan's neck collar as soon as he stretched out his hand, lifted him up, and said viciously: "If you say half a dirty word again, Lao Tzu will let you climb downstairs!" "Fang Bin was also a good player in fighting in Haizhuang Town, although his family has been wealthy in the past few years, and he has not had the leisure to participate in this kind of thing again, but his physical exercise has not been put down. With this stretch of hand, Sun Lan felt as if his neck was caught by iron pliers, and he couldn't help but stand up.

"Uncle, biedong hand, there will be a time for him to cry in a while." Fang Mingyuan stopped Fang Bin and said, "Hitting him will only stain your hands!" Fang Bin let go and returned to his seat.

Su Aijun glanced at Sun Lan coldly, got up and sat on the sofa, and picked up the phone next to the sofa. "Big brother, I, love the army. Now there is something you can help me check, who is the secretary of the party committee of Huaxia Import and Export Corporation. What is his phone number. Well, I have something to trouble him here. Well, there is an employee of their company who is flying around with me. Yes? Shoot him to death, haha, I'm just the head of a university, how can I have this power. Okay, okay, it's okay for him to call, and you know my phone number. Hurry up, we're having dinner here, and it's unappetizing to look at him. ”

Sun Lan touched his neck that was a little painful, looked at Fang Bin with an angry face, and wanted to say a few more words, but he was afraid that Fang Bin would really beat him. This northwest folk style is not as good as the capital, and it is not uncommon for him to fight without saying a word, he looked at his arms and legs, and then at Fang Bin's, and obediently shut up. I thought to myself: "A good man doesn't suffer immediate losses, I'll settle accounts with you when I go back!" ”

He looked at Su Aijun who was on the phone again, and thought: "Just blow it, a small university department dean, there is a difference of 108,000 miles between the level of the party secretary of the company, and let the other party call, hum, I'll see how you end up then." ”

"Fang Jun, what's going on?" Miyamoto Okuichi suddenly asked Fang Ming from afar.

"Fang Jun?" Sun Lan was immediately a radical, which is not the habit of Chinese people to speak. He only noticed Miyamoto Okuichi at this time, and the more he looked at it, the more he was beating the drums in his heart, how could this person look like a Japanese?

Fang Mingyuan glanced at Sun Lan and Koizumi Keiji in disgust, and couldn't help but have an idea in his heart: "Mr. Miyamoto, this is Koizumi Keiji, the contracted editor of "Weekly Shonen" who came to Fengyuan, and his translator Sun Lan. They insisted that I sign that very harsh contract, no, all kinds of dirty tricks were used. Now he's threatening me with my uncle's job and the division of the house. So he added fuel and vinegar to tell Miyamoto Okuichi about the arrogance of Keiji Koizumi and Sun Lan since they met.

Sun Lan's hand on the table couldn't help but tremble, and she knocked over the wine glass, but fortunately, there was no more wine in it. Fang Mingyuan's words revealed two important information, Mr. Miyamoto, this is obviously a Japanese surname, how can there be a surname Miyamoto in China; The author of "Youyou Baishu" is not Su Aijun as he thinks, but this teenager who looks like he is only fourteen or fifteen! And that Bai Lin is his uncle.

Miyamoto's brows furrowed, in fact, he had already heard a rough idea just now. "Fang Jun, you said that their contract is very harsh, how harsh is it?"

Fang Mingyuan stood up, took out the contract of "Weekly Boys" from Su Aijun's desk, and handed it to Miyamoto Ochichi. Miyamoto flipped it over, and his eyes immediately widened. No wonder Fang Mingyuan said that this contract is extremely harsh, this is simply ...... Slave Contract! Miyamoto couldn't find the right words to describe it for a while.

He got up angrily and sat opposite Koizumi Keiji, Koizumi Keiji looked at Miyamoto Okuichi in amazement, because he didn't understand Chinese, so he didn't bother to listen to Sun Lan What they were talking about, before he came, Sun Lan had already made a package ticket, promising that Su Aijun would sign the contract honestly today, so he was sitting on the sofa, Fang was out of the world, and he was thinking about how his uncle would praise himself when he returned to China to meet his uncle with this contract. Coupled with the fact that Miyamoto Orichi has been silent, he didn't pay attention to its existence at all.

"I'm Okuichi Miyamoto, editor of Shonen Monthly, and you're Keiji Koizumi, editor of Weekly Shonen?" Miyamoto said in Japanese.

Keiji Koizumi was also agitated, and quickly straightened up. Although "Shonen Monthly" is just a new comic book company that has just been established, the Enix Co., Ltd. behind it is not to be underestimated. "Hello! I'm Keiji Koizumi, hello Miyamoto-senpai! ”

"Koizumi-kun, please be seated. I want to know, this is the signing contract that your company drew up for Fang Jun? Miyamoto asked coldly.

"Fang Jun?" Koizumi Keiji raised his head in surprise, who is Fang Jun?

"It's the author of "Youyou Baishu"! Tell me, is this the signing contract that your company drew up for Fang Jun? Miyamoto Orifi said impatiently. "Weekly Boy" sent such a piece of waste, for so long, and it hasn't even figured out who the author is. Although he said that at this point, he had to thank the senior management of "Weekly Youth", otherwise how could Fang Mingyuan choose himself. But this thing is really embarrassing for the Japanese! It is a well-known truth that capitalists cannot make a profit without extracting surplus value, but this exploitation must be measured and measured, and this kind of contract is tantamount to killing chickens and eggs!

Koizumi looked at the contract on the table with a red face, and was speechless. He is not a fool, this contract is obviously out of place in Japan, if it is only the Chinese people who found out, it is not a big deal, the Chinese people will only protest, and they will not be able to come up with any real and powerful measures. But it's not the same when it falls into the hands of a competitor, and it's a big deal about the reputation of Weekly Shonen!

"Forget it, you and I don't belong to the same magazine, and I don't want to say anything more about this kind of behavior of your company, I just inform you that Fang Jun has officially signed a contract with my "Juvenile Monthly", and this kind of unpopular threat to the author to force the signing has lost the face of our Japanese! If Koizumi-kun is still obsessed, then just wait for the summons from the court! Miyamoto put away the contract on the table, "This is the most haode evidence, with it, I believe the judges will understand that Weishenme Fang Jun will choose us, not you!" ”