Chapter Seventy-Three: Penguin Press

The Peninsula Hotel's café has a cosy atmosphere and the wafting scents are mouth-watering.

A large number of high-level government officials, company executives, and of course, some celebrities come here every day for afternoon tea.

In the final analysis, the celebrities came because of Uncle Shao Liu, who used to dominate film and television, and had unparalleled influence in the entertainment industry in the narrow land of Xiangjiang.

In order to pat the sycophants and seek opportunities to improve, the little stars would rather drink cold and white open the next day and rush to come.

Later, with the decline of Uncle Shao's influence, especially the closure of Shaw Brothers, the monopoly and rental of cinemas, the influence was even lower.

However, once a habit is formed, it is naturally not so easy to change. Celebrities are getting used to it, and they will come from time to time, slowly making this café more popular.

As soon as Yang Huan entered the door, he saw a corner where Xu Ke and Wu Yusen were sitting. There is also a young woman beside him, who looks like Xu Ke's wife is also Shi Nansheng, the big housekeeper of the film studio.

Seeing the intimate appearance of the two, Yang Huan couldn't help but think viciously in his heart, Xu Ke split Ye Qianwen's legs, and divorced Shi Nansheng.

If it were normal times, when you met Xu Ke and Wu Yusen, you would have to have a good exchange of everything.

However, there is a big event today, so I can only find another time.

After inspecting it, he soon saw He Haiyuan on a table not far away, and the other party also happened to see him, smiled slightly, and hurriedly greeted him.

"Uncle He, I have to trouble you again."

"Ah Huan, don't say that, this is what I should do. By the way, I haven't congratulated you yet, the box office of "God of Gamblers" is super high, nearly 1.6 million, but it scared those of us who make newspapers. ”

"Haha, Uncle He, you praise me too much. It's not my ability, it's Wang Jing. ”

Although Yang Huan is very realistic, and as a reborn, he instinctively has a sense of superiority. Seeing through the future, this sense of superiority makes him very dissatisfied with his current life.

But he knows very well that it is better to be modest, otherwise he will have no friends like Zhou Xingchi in the future.

Besides, he has already made enough money anyway, and these face problems are left to Wang Jing. I believe that when this guy hears him praise him so much in front of outsiders, he must be willing to be a son of a cow, and then he will be a money-making machine, so it would be great.

"By the way, Ah Huan, this is Mr. Thomas Munro, the editor-in-chief of Penguin Publishing in the United Kingdom, this is his assistant, and they are all here for "Jurassic Park".

He Haiyuan only remembered the two foreigners sitting opposite him at this moment, and hurriedly introduced them.

"Hello, Yang, I have admired the name for a long time."

Thomas Monroe is not very old, about thirty-five or sixteen years old, pure white, with vigorous hair all over his body, and the back of his outstretched hand is full of hair, which makes Yang Huan look a little creepy.

"Hello, Mr. Monroe, I am honored by the importance of your publishing house."

Yang Huan's English still has a bit of flavor, but it is mixed with American, British and other mixed regional styles, how awkward it sounds.

It's no wonder that in his previous life, English had always been his weakness. Not to mention the fourth and sixth level exams, even if it is a little bit of verbal language, I have almost forgotten it. Anyway, in his opinion, if he doesn't do research, if he travels abroad, the country has cultivated so many translators, there is no need to waste his mind on this.

As a result, the English language is getting worse and worse, which is also a helpless thing.

Just one time again, English has become one of the most widely spoken languages in the city. He knew very well that if he wanted to develop, sooner or later he would have to come into contact with the gringos who controlled the political scene in Xiangjiang.

So I usually learn a little English, especially when I recall those Hollywood blockbusters, and those languages appear naturally, which can be regarded as a kind of learning.

But in this way, the spoken language becomes weird, mixed with too many styles, and it can be regarded as a bizarre style.

Thomas Monroe was slightly stunned, and then showed a bright smile: "Mr. Yang's spoken language is really peculiar, but it is very tasteful. ”

"Thank you for the compliment."

It doesn't matter if the other party is really curious or ridiculed, anyway, it's just about business, there's no need to find faults, just live your own interests.

After he sat down, doubled the coffee, and had a few snacks, Thomas was the first to speak: "Mr. Yang, before that, I had always been very disdainful of Xiangjiang's so-called science fiction novels. The so-called "Wesley series" is even more so, even the most basic common sense is confusion. It's just that I didn't expect that occasionally I traveled, but I found a high-quality science fiction novel like "Jurassic Park". ”

Thomas Monroe is on vacation, and he is also a tourist in Hong Kong. After all, this place will be taken back by Huaguo in ten years, which makes him have a special feeling, so he took advantage of his free time to come and take a look.

There are many British people who are in this way, so the tourism development of Hong Kong has been very good in recent years.

When I saw "Jurassic Park", I was shocked by the plot translated by my friend.

As the editor-in-chief of the publishing house, although he is not in charge of the publishing house's business, he still can't help but contact the publishing house quickly.

The publisher was extremely efficient, and it didn't take long for a simple translation to be published, which made the publisher ecstatic, and quickly contacted him to get the publishing rights of "Jurassic Park".

Yang Huan is completely relaxed at the moment, and if an English publishing house finds him, he doesn't need to worry about the original author of his previous life coming to the door.

"Thank you Mr. Monroe for your attention, but do you need to get the publishing rights for this book?"

"Of course, it would be best if Mr. Yang could agree."

When it came to business, the atmosphere was also strict, and He Haiyuan didn't speak again after the two met, just quietly eating snacks.

Yang Huan groaned, and then smiled: "I can transfer the ten-year publishing rights in the UK to your company." ”

"Oh? That's great! Toms cheered, but was quickly pulled off by his colleague next to him, and immediately reacted, "What do you want?" ”

"15% of the cut!"

"No way, it's too high." Before Thomas could speak, the assistant next to him couldn't wait to speak, "There has never been a Chinese novel that has such a high share ratio." ”

Sure enough, still don't agree?

It's not that the asking price is too high, and with the quality of Jurassic Park, such a score is not too high. However, this is a Chinese-language novel, and these British people instinctively look down on it.

"How much does that cost?"

"A million pounds!"

"Haha, since Penguin Press is not sincere, I don't think we need to talk about it anymore."

Yang Huan laughed angrily, stood up directly, and was about to leave.

"Mr. Yang."

"Ah Huan, don't be in such a hurry, we can talk slowly."

When He Haiyuan saw that the conversation had collapsed, he quickly stood up and grabbed Yang Huan's arm. He didn't exert any strength, but Yang Huan stopped, he knew Yang Huan's thoughts, and there was an eager expression on his face, as if Yang Huan was really leaving.