PS: I'm sorry brothers, it's been a thunderstorm here for nearly three hours, and I can only turn it off. As a result, today's third watch and the demon spirit were not finished. Tomorrow's three watches, this poor one will be made up for in the future. It's a new week, and I'm in Sanjiang again, and I still need everyone's support, and I want to see if I can get to the top of the new book list. If you need a recommendation ticket in everyone's hand, one person can give me one vote! The lone wolf is here to go ahead with everyone.

Su Aijun didn't know, in fact, when Fang Mingyuan learned that "Juvenile Monthly" had sent someone to negotiate the copyright, Fang Mingyuan had already decided to cooperate with "Juvenile Monthly", not entirely because he knew that "Juvenile Monthly" would also be the top publishing house in the Japanese comic industry in later generations, but because he valued Enix Co., Ltd., the big man behind "Juvenile Monthly". This is the future behemoth of the Japanese gaming industry. With the cooperation with Shonen Monthly, it will be convenient for him to get involved with Enix Corporation in the future. You must know that Fang Mingyuan not only has a lot of comic resources in his hands, but also more game resources. Those games that were all the rage in the 90s and the first decade of the next century, although he can't make games, but the script and basic settings of the game are not a problem, and he can do it for the characters of some classic games.

In other words, Enix Co., Ltd. is a springboard for Fang Mingyuan to enter the Japanese game industry and a steady stream of cash machines in the future, and from this point of view, the cooperation with Shonen Monthly is more like a stepping stone than purely economic benefits. Of course, there is also a bit of Fang Mingyuan's belief in the quality of "Youyou Baishu". As the saying goes, good wine is not afraid of deep alleys, and even if a really good comic is published in a magazine that has just been established, as long as you do it with your heart, you can still get rich profits.

Fang Mingyuan looked out the window and sighed secretly in his heart. Although he prefers to leave these comics and games to Huaxia's company, it is undoubtedly impossible to view the current domestic policy of Huaxia. Even in later generations, the animation and game industry will be lukewarm in China for 2,000 years, and from time to time government departments will jump out of the neck of these companies. As a small reborn, neither *nor a descendant of the red capitalists, with no power or money in his hands, how easy is it to change all this? Borrowing chickens to lay eggs is still his most hode choice now.

Su Aijun's car drove very fast, and an hour later, he came to Fengyuan Airport. Fengyuan Airport in eight or eight years, whether it is the length of the runway or the terminal building, is far from being able to accommodate the take-off and landing of 747-level passenger aircraft, and it is impossible to see that this is the eighth largest airport in China that can allow A380 giant passenger aircraft to take off and land in the future.

Su Aijun was quite well prepared, and took down a sign from the car, which read "Weekly Youth", and stuffed it to Fang Bin.

"Brother Su, can this devil understand Chinese characters?" Fang Bin muttered.

"This doesn't seem to work this time, but I heard from your sister-in-law that he found a translator in the capital." Su Aijun pushed him and said, "Pay attention when you talk for a while, it doesn't matter if we call devils and devils in private, we still have to pay attention to our demeanor in public." Don't forget, they're here to deliver money. When Fang Bin heard this, he immediately smiled and stood at the exit of the airport with a sign.

Without making them wait long, two people walked out of the exit. Su Aijun and they saw them at a glance, mainly because these two seemed a little out of place with the others. Dressed in a crisp black suit, with a suitcase in his hand, he strutted his head high, and his nose was about to turn to the sky. Moreover, the travelers who came out with them whispered to the two of them, and each of them hated to be eight paces away from them.

When he saw the sign Fang Bin was holding in his hand, the taller of the two, a young man of about twenty-four or five years old, shouted proudly: "Hey, don't come over to help us with our luggage!" ”

Su Aijun couldn't help frowning, it seems that this should be the translator, and the other man who looks less than thirty is the editor of "Weekly Boy". Fang Bin put down the sign in his hand and stepped forward to pick up the interpreter's suitcase. The young man shouted again: "Hey, hey, you, why are you so impolite, Koizumi-kun is a foreign friend, and he has come all the way to China, you should go and serve Koizumi-kun first!" It's really not eyesight, and the people in the small place are a group of leopards. ”

He looked at Su Aijun and Fang Mingyuan, Fang Ya had already gone home to prepare dinner for a few people. Pointing at Su Aijun with his hand, he said: "Hey, I said that you are such a big person, why don't you have eyesight, I don't know how to come up and help me get my luggage!" Coming to pick up someone and bringing a child who hasn't grown all the hair, it's really. ”

Su Aijun's heart was immediately on fire, when did he suffer from this kind of wretchedness. However, as soon as he thought that this was a major event related to whether Fang Mingyuan's comics could be published in Japan, he also suppressed his anger. At the same time, he patted Fang Mingyuan's shoulder, who was about to speak, with his hand, and said in a low voice: "Take a look first, and then settle accounts with him when you go back." ”

The rest of the day, the young man only spoke Japanese to the Japanese man, who was also arrogant, and spoke to him in a commanding tone, and the young man laughed with him from time to time.

Otherwise, they were complaining about Fang Mingyuan, how could they use such a broken car to greet foreign guests, how bad Fengyuan's road was, and how inferior it was compared to Japan. Hearing the anger of Fang Mingyuan and the three of them, they were angry one by one.

However, Fang Mingyuan also understood that the editor of "Weekly Boy" was named Koizumi Keiji, and this young man's name was Sun Lan, who had gone to Japan to study abroad for three years and had worked odd jobs in "Weekly Boy" for a while. This time, Koizumi Keiji came to Huaxia, because he couldn't speak Chinese, so he found this Sun Lan and asked him to serve as a translator for a few days.

When Su Aijun and the three of them sent them to the hotel they had booked, it was already close to 7 o'clock in the evening.

"The two of you will stay here for one night, and we will come and discuss copyright matters with you tomorrow during the day." Su Aijun said coldly. For these two people, he was already a little disgusted, if it weren't for the fact that Fang Mingyuan was concerned, he would have thrown out of the door a long time ago. So naturally, they won't offer to invite them to dinner.

"What are you waiting for tomorrow during the day, such a simple thing, what is there to wait for. This is the contract brought by Koizumi-kun, I have already translated it, you can take it and take a look, and sign it early tomorrow morning and bring it! Koizumi-kun is busy with work and will rush back to the capital tomorrow. Sun Lan took out a data bag from the suitcase and threw it to Su Aijun.

"Isn't the details of the terms and conditions in this negotiable?" Su Aijun asked strangely.

"What is there to discuss, this is a standard contract, all the terms have been marked, you agree to sign, if you don't agree, pull down. But I can tell you that this "Weekly Shonen" is a big publishing house in Japan, and all Japanese manga people are proud that their works can be featured in "Weekly Shonen", and it is your luck to be able to read your manga! Cherish this hard-won opportunity! Sun Lan said proudly.

Su Aijun was already extremely disgusted with him in his heart, picked up the contract, and threw the door out.