Jung Sung-hyun ignored Lee Jae-wook's fool-like gaze and came to Lee Soon-seok's office again under the guidance of someone. Pushing open the door, Li Shunshi was sitting behind the desk crackling and operating the computer, and when he saw Zheng Chengxian, he hurriedly got up and greeted him enthusiastically.

"Writer Zheng Chengxian, you are here!" After a few steps, he grabbed Zheng Chengxian's hand and shook it vigorously, and said in an excited tone like seeing a loved one.

"Editor-in-Chief Li, you are too polite!" Zheng Chengxian replied with a spring breeze, and his eyebrows were filled with joy.

"Sit down, sit down!" Lee Soon-seok kindly invited Jung Sung-hyun to sit down and beckoned the secretary to prepare coffee.

"I didn't bother Editor-in-Chief Li, did I? I see you ......? Jung Sung-hyun asked, pointing to the computer.

"No, no, for me at the moment, Writer Zheng's "Phantom of the Opera" is the first job"

Li Shunshi didn't lie about this, and now he is counting on this book to make a comeback.

"I've already brought the rest of the manuscripts, I don't know if Editor-in-Chief Li has any good ideas in terms of publishing?" The humility that should be there on the scene is still there, so that the other party can feel valued.

"I have already contacted the president yesterday, and he attaches great importance to the cooperation intention of Writer Zheng, and I hope to meet with you to discuss the specific matters of publication, I don't know ......" Li Shunshi asked embarrassedly.

I also feel a little embarrassed in my heart, but I can't help it, he, the editor-in-chief, has only been in office for two years, and it is more appropriate for a great writer like Zheng Chengxian to need a commensurate president to receive him.

Zheng Chengxian, who was in a good mood at this time, naturally didn't care about this little slackness, and said indifferently: "Then where is the president now?" ”

"I already informed him before you came, I believe it's almost there!"

was saying, "Shunshi, is Writer Zheng here?" I'm not late, am I? A gentle strange male voice rang out.

A middle-aged man pushed the door in, a decent light gray suit and gold-rimmed glasses set off the mediocre-looking middle-aged man with a polite and elegant temperament, and when he spoke, he saw Zheng Chengxian's eyes lit up while he was sitting on the sofa, and he walked over quickly: "Hello Writer Zheng, I have admired the name for a long time!" I'm Park Hyun-ki, the president of Seoul Culture Publishing House."

Hearing this name, Zheng Chengxian was stunned for a while: Such a polite man is called 'offering chicken'? I couldn't help but chill.

When shaking hands, I found that the palm of this 'chicken brother' was very wet, and my heart couldn't help but be more greasy, and I politely said:

"Hello President Park! It's a shame we couldn't see each other last time."

"Hehe, Writer Zheng is polite!" Park Hyun-gi sat down next to Jung Sung-hyun, and his eyes lit up. Zheng Chengxian quietly distanced himself from him.

Neither Lee Soon-seok nor Park Hyun-gi noticed Jung Sung-hyun's dirty thoughts,

"I heard Shun Seok say that Writer Zheng has a classic work that he intends to cooperate with our publishing house" Park Hyun Ki glanced at Lee Soon-seok and continued: "To tell you the truth, our domestic publishing house has long been looking forward to cooperating with you, but I didn't expect us to take the lead!" ”

As he spoke, Park Hyun-gi smiled and took a sip of coffee. Jung Sung-hyun noticed that Park Hyun-gi used his thumb, food and middle fingers to twist the small coffee cup while his ring finger and little finger were slightly cocked, and this terrifying discovery made his hair stand on end.

Huo Di stood up with a somewhat panicked expression, and pretended to observe the office, "Your society has always been a leading figure in our publishing industry in the Republic of Korea, and I boast that I am not inferior to others in literature. If you want to cooperate, you have to find people like you. And from the perspective of this office, I like the strong cultural atmosphere, especially the chrysanthemum on the wall and this office really complement each other"

Park Hyun-gi and Lee Soon-seok glanced at the "Sunflower" and looked at each other, not knowing what Jung Sung-hyun meant, and after being puzzled, Park Hyun-gi asked, "I don't know what Writer Jung has for publication?" ”

Zheng Chengxian breathed a sigh of relief when he sat down on the single sofa on the wall, although he did not discriminate against gay and sissy men, he could not accept it calmly:

"Your publisher is the first publishing house I contacted, and I think that your publisher, as the No. 1 publishing house, should be able to learn a thing or two about the domestic situation from you" Zheng Chengxian glanced at Li Shunshi: "And the attitude of the editor-in-chief of your society Li is very satisfied, let me feel your sincerity"

"So I decided to hand over the copyright of the text to you, both domestic and overseas! To be honest, I want to express my goodwill to the domestic cultural community when I cooperate with you this time. Making money is secondary! ”

A good person does it to the end, since he wants to have a high profile, he simply does it to the end, and by the way, he helps Li Shunshi, this upright person who is obsessed with work makes Zheng Chengxian very impressed.

The two of them were overjoyed when they heard this, Park Xianji stood up excitedly and rubbed his hands and paced back and forth excitedly, Zheng Chengxian had a sentence he agreed with, that is, making money in this cooperation is secondary, and fame is important!

Suppose that the great writers who have always been reluctant to cooperate with China all submit their works to their own publishing houses, then those who have left and a large number of idle writers will not be heard??? A publishing house without the support of a large number of writers is like a tree without roots.

I secretly thought about the pros and cons like this, and I didn't say anything for a while.

Jung Sung-hyun and Lee Soon-seok looked at Park Hyun-gi silently, based on their previous impressions, no matter how they looked at it, Jung Sung-hyun felt that Park Hyun-gi was full of anger. I was speculating in my heart about how the president of the mother-in-law would reply.

After a while, Park Hyun-gi turned to look at Zheng Chengxian with a firm gaze: "Since Writer Zheng is so refreshing, I will no longer be polite, forty percent!" Park Xianji stretched out four fingers and gestured: "Forty percent of the sales are given to Writer Zheng, considering that this is our first time cooperating, this time our publishing house will not make money just to lay a foundation for our cooperation."

Jung Sung-hyun is no rookie in this regard. Of course, I don't believe Park Hyun-ki's statement of "losing money and making money", but I also know that in this way, the publishing house does make very little, and even less than the profit brought by an ordinary best-selling author, so I am still a little moved by their sincerity. At the same time, he had a little change in his opinion of Park Hyun-ki, but he didn't expect him to be so bold and bold in making decisions that looked like a sissy.

"Thirty percent~ I want thirty percent!" Zheng Chengxian took the initiative to reduce the price, of course he was not a fool to give away the money for nothing. It's just that I said before I came that this book didn't plan to make money, and secondly, I also knew that 'if you want the horse to run, you have to feed the grass'

"President Park is so bold, I can't be too stingy! That's the price."

The two were overjoyed, and the fool was reluctant to do the things of fame and fortune, so Park Xianji immediately asked the secretary to go to his office and take out a bottle of good wine to celebrate.

After the wine was brought, Li Shunshi opened it with his hands, filled it for the three of them one by one, and then picked up the cup:

"I wish Writer Zheng's new book a great sale!"

"I wish you all a fortune!"

"Haha, yes, everyone is rich!"

"Ding" three goblets clamming together.

The crisp voice announces that the writer who has been criticized for disdaining to work with the country has changed his course, and the gloating writers are about to start complaining. (To be continued.) )