It was a sunny afternoon.

"Sunshine Press? Hey, there's a lot of space to spare! ”

A young man was dressed in black, and his eyes were as dark as a pool. "Will the publisher I haven't heard of surprise me?"

After a moment of silence, he collected his emotions and walked into the door of Sunshine Publishing House.

It is a three-story building.

Amir Hui Shi Ran walked in with the manuscript and glanced around. Not at all in a hurry.

A soft sigh echoed through the hall.

A young man with an ordinary appearance, thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a beige suit, put down the book in his hand with an expressionless face.

Amirhui's eyes are clear, and he can see at a glance: "Godan"

Published in 1936, the book is the culmination of more than 30 years of writing by Premchand, known as the king of the Indian novel, and marks a new level of realism.

In Godan's previous works, whether it is the famous drama "Struggle" or the novels "Renai Daoyuan" and "Construction Site", etc., all of them have raised acute social problems, but in solving social contradictions, his reformist fantasies are often exposed. All this shows that the author was deeply influenced by Gandhiism, and also reflects the weakness of the Indian national liberation struggle itself. In Godan, the author critiques Gandhi's "non-violent resistance", the idea of going to prison obediently, through the mouth of Dania; At the same time, the author has taken into account the solution of social contradictions from the fundamental issue of the social system.

This kind of subject matter is very popular in all walks of life in India, and it also shows his hobby to some extent.

From the sigh just now, Amir Hui heard a trace of unwillingness and other unclear emotions.

There was a twinkle in his eyes.

"Welcome, this is Sunshine Press, do you need anything?" The front desk lady was so idle that she finally saw someone, so she hurriedly cheered up.

The young man on the sofa looked at the door in disbelief.

Amir Hui leaned slightly sideways, and replied indifferently: "What else can you do when you come to the publishing house?" I'm here to contribute. ”

The two people in the hall couldn't help but look at each other.

The young man sitting on the sofa narrowed his eyes and sighed faintly: "What good works can you write at such a young age?" ”

However, although I don't have much hope in my heart, the company is not idle anyway, unlike other publishing houses. So the young man politely said, "I am Shah Jimuha, the president and editor-in-chief of Sunshine Press. Do you have the copyright? ”

Amir Hui observed his words and saw that his expression was constantly changing. At the right time, he said: "This is not in a hurry. Before that, I have a question? ”

For India, which attaches great importance to copyright protection, Amir Hui has become accustomed to such inquiries. So it's not surprising.

However, Amirhui also raised his own doubts.

"Excuse me, does your company have the ability to publish, or sell in Mumbai?" Amirhui asked the editor-in-chief unceremoniously. "On my way here, I saw that the layout of your publishing house was basically blank!"

In fact, it's not just the publisher who chooses people, or the books that he chooses, he also has requirements, if you even have the ability to publish books in Mumbai, then I'm still looking for you to do?!

uh・・・・・

I didn't expect Amirhui to ask that.

Isn't that embarrassing...... Shah Jimuha sneered, he is also the president of a publishing house, and he has his own dignity and face.

However, in the face of Amirhui's question, he still lowered his head, "Our Sunshine Publishing House was only established in recent years, but because of poor management and no excellent book operation, so..."

"But don't worry, our publishing house still has the ability to print and publish." After saying that, Shah Jimuha was stunned for a moment, and then he realized who was in charge of this, and I told a young man what he was doing.

Hehehe.

Amirhui's eyes narrowed, and his eyes sparkled.

Secretly thinking: This is not bad, but let's see.

Amir Hui smiled faintly: "Then I want to congratulate the editor, because your publishing house is about to be reborn!" ”

In his plain words, he revealed the pride of looking down on the crowd, and Shah Jimuha was stunned when he heard it, and the heart of the front desk lady swayed.

It's not arrogance, it's not self-confidence, it's not arrogance, it's a state of mind.

Shah Jimuha looked at Amirhui deeply, and the two looked at each other, letting the outside world be noisy, one with a wise and inquiring gaze, and the other with a dark gaze that was deep and dark.

He took the manuscript in his hand and sat down on the sofa.

Lately, Shah Jimuha has been sad because he is an aspirant himself. He was founded by his own fund, Sunshine Publishing House, and he didn't want to be controlled by others, but because he didn't have the capital to enter and have a background, it was difficult to mix in the Mumbai market.

What I said to Amir Hui just now was not a lie, and he even loved face, not completely. In fact, the publishing house is almost out of the pot, and if it can't be reversed in two or three months, the publishing house will go out of business!

Sigh in my heart. With his eyes dark, Shah Jimuha finally turned to Amirhui's manuscript.

The brow gradually furrowed.

"Mercenary world? What a strange name. ”

Then Shah Jimuha began to read with curiosity.

Looking at mercenaries, it is better to have a profound reading surface, exactly, this editor has! Although he is young, how many of the people who can work hard for this great cause are generals?!

Amirhui was not in a hurry, and sat next to him casually, quietly waiting for his reply.

Time passes.

The more time passed, the corners of Amirhui's mouth turned up. A smile is revealed.

Sure enough, Shah Jimuha read it and couldn't control it, reading hundreds of thousands of words in one go! What a cool word!

The mercenary gave him the feeling of heaviness and solemnity, and the feeling of the mercenary after reading it was to earn you tears of crying.

Shah Jimuha's face was flushed with excitement, and he wanted to shout out loud to vent.

"You wrote this?"

Shah Jimuha looked at Amirhui and said excitedly.

In a short time, Shah Jimuha was so full of thoughts that his ears began to buzz with thoughts.

Excited again.

As soon as the words fell. A smile flashed on Amirhui's face, and he responded lightly: "The words are true, if they are fake!" ”

Speaking of which.

Amirhui also added a few words: "The price is not low! ”

"Well said, well said." Shah Jimuha's tone was excited, and with a hint of respect, he couldn't wait to invite Amirhui into his office to talk.

"What is your name?"

I only heard the young man laugh and said, "Amirhui." ”

The editor-in-chief's eyes lit up, and he said nervously and expectantly: "How much do you want?" ”

"How much can you give?"

The editor-in-chief was decisive and unexpected, and did not hesitate at all, and immediately replied: "The price of the first-class writer in the industry will be 10% plus." ”

"Interesting, interesting, hehehe...... Hahaha! ”

"Look at this again."

"Three fools making trouble in Bollywood?!"

"I'm going crazy, I'm developed, I'm going to be developed! Hahaha!! ”

Downstairs, the front desk lady listened to the sound of the boss laughing wildly upstairs, and secretly stuck out her tongue, the company is really bad, it seems that she is going to find a good home・・・・・・

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The red sun is sinking in the west, but it has not yet completely set.

There was still light in the sky, but everything seemed to be covered in a layer of gray. Looking through the window, the mountains in the distance are gradually approaching the heavy black sè.

An hour and a half later, Amirhui returned home relaxed and empty-handed.

Tomorrow.

It's time for the literary contest to be announced!