"Ten thousand pounds?"

Chen Lirong seemed to be frightened by the number from the young man's mouth, Zhang Zhen saw this, and immediately knew that he seemed to be a little demented, this is the era of 91 years, not the 21st century, at this time 10,000 pounds is equivalent to 100,000 yuan, and the annual salary of 100,000 yuan does not seem to have happened in China. But thinking about the results of that book, since I said it, I don't plan to change it.

"What? Does Miss Chen think it's missing? ”

Chen Lirong was speechless for a moment, she didn't expect that she was misunderstood, thinking that she was only spending one or two thousand pounds in the UK for a semester, her heart suddenly became a little depressed, and the girl who had always had a sense of superiority seemed to have been knocked hard at this moment.

"No, since you are willing to pay me 10,000 pounds, then I will take care of your affairs, and as for the other expenses, I will pay for it myself, and I will reimburse you when the results are available."

Chen Lirong was silent for a moment before regaining her confidence, and then the two signed a one-year contract in Chen Lijun's office.

A week later, on the other side of the Atlantic, London, England, a world-class city located in the plains of southeastern England across the River Thames, due to the influence of the North Atlantic Current, the streets of '91 were not very cold, but as always covered with thick fog.

In a corner of the city, a middle-aged man who did not look like a traditional Englishman, wrapped in a thick woolen coat, was anxiously waiting for a taxi, the teacup in his hand was sucked and sucked, the thick fog obscured the view of the road, and the entire street was jammed with vehicles and pedestrians rushed.

“[***]!”

The man suddenly came to a national scold angrily, and then threw the paper cup into the trash can beside him, then raised his eyes and swept around his body, and saw that no one found it, so he scolded a few words again.

“[***]! [***]!”

The man in a black suit is the founder of Bloomsbury's publishing company, Newton Canay (cameo), Monday's London is particularly crowded, but today is an uncrowded morning for Newton, because the company is going to hold an extremely important meeting today, as a publishing company that has only been founded in recent years, Bloomsbury is committed to expanding its own market, but has always been in the second echelon of the publishing industry.

Today's meeting is to discuss breaking through the company's current development limitations, if the founder is late, I am afraid that it will cause a certain loss to the company's morale, so there is a scene on the street.

Seeing more and more taxis being blocked on the road, Newton suddenly felt a little helpless, had to face the thick fog, plunged into the flow of people, from the apartment to the company It takes more than 20 minutes to take a car, Newton ran for more than half an hour, kept taking shortcuts, sweated out of the elevator and walked into the door of the company, looked at the watch, the time was just - the past ten minutes.

“wow,mygod，[***]!”

I didn't have time to change my clothes, just gently wiped off the water droplets on my body, and the man rushed into the company's conference room.

"Hi, guys, it's a traffic jam in this damn weather!

"Boss, this is your schedule for today, including the meeting time—twelve minutes have passed."

A beautiful young woman walked into the conference room, with a delicate face and blond hair that was distinctly British, handed a document to the man, looked at her watch and said.

"Thank you, Sandy."

"Guys, I'm sorry, I'm ten minutes late today, so we're going to start the meeting, since our company was founded in '86, the performance has not been particularly fast, and it has been at the second-rate level for five years, which is intolerable for a new publishing group, and the purpose of our meeting is to discuss a countermeasure, to surpass Macmillan, and catch up with the old companies such as Hachette Publishing Group, Random House UK, Penguin, and HarperCollins."

As soon as the man's voice rang out, Sandy twisted around and walked out, gently closing the door to the conference room and returning to the office.

"Jingle bells! Jingle bells! ”

A string of telephones rang, and the girl stretched out her slender white fingers to hold the white telephone, and said out of etiquette: "Hello, I am Sandy Kradezer." ”

"Sandy, I'm Ben, I have a book here that just mailed in the mail from a beautiful Oriental lady, I feel very good, I plan to go and discuss with that lady in person about signing a contract to publish it, maybe this book will bring surprises that we can't imagine, I want to show Newton, I don't know if that guy is there."

Sandy thought about it for a moment in her heart, and remembered that she was an amateur editor in the editorial department of the company, and the average book company thought that the editor could sign a contract for publication, but Ben seemed to be one of the three founders of the company, which had to surprise her a little that what book could make the vice president sign a contract in person.

"Mr. Newton is in a meeting, you should be in the conference room right now, I don't know why—why you're still in the office."

Sandy asked a little embarrassed, as the vice president of the company, he was not in the conference room at the moment, but reading a book in the editorial department, this vice president is really a little unpredictable, in fact, this is indeed the beginning of school today, but because I was a little fascinated by reading a new book from Nottingham Express last night, I didn't rest all night, and I was also late in the morning.

More than half an hour later, a somewhat bloated man, but in his thirties, walked into the president's office with a book in his hand, and walked out with an excited face after more than ten minutes.

Newton pressed his forehead a little tiredly, thinking that Ben was looking like he was going to find himself desperately, it was really a headache, this partner was always so passionate, as one of the founders of the company, Newton had given himself a lot of help when he came to England from the distant United States, and had made a lot of efforts in the development of the company, but this guy had a bad point, that is, he always liked to stay with those middle-aged in the editorial department.

Not only that, but also found himself a name as an amateur editor, so that he could be mixed in the editorial department, for several years, has been recommending some new books to himself, although the subjective meaning is not excluded in it, but after all, signing a book to publish is not just based on his vision as an amateur editor, but I didn't expect this time, this guy was willing to bet with himself, if this book called "Harley" or something is not popular, he would rather never enter the editorial department again, which makes him a little headache.

Stretching out his mind for a moment, Newton's full head of the company's development plan and prospect plan was suddenly put down, and then he picked up the book on the table, which was not very thick, with a simple sketch cover, nothing, and looked at the first page, with the author's name written on it, and it looked a little like an English name, or even a European name.

“zhenyi－zhang？”

A bit like Chinese names, in recent years due to the Hong Kong issue, China and Britain have been nervous, British people have also paid more attention to China, Newton can see the name of the Chinese at a glance. It seems that the guy is going to lose this time, what good things can the Chinese write, and still in English.

“harrypotterandthesorcerer‘sstone”

Looking at the name on the cover again, Newton immediately glanced at the author's self-preface and the preface written by a person named "mingfengli", and found that the author was still an eleven-year-old teenager, and was immediately a little surprised, according to the two prefaces, the teenager seemed to like to read "The Lord of the Rings", so he wrote this book, but in Newton's impression, is the Chinese teenager so good at English? It's not going to be someone to write it for you.

With a hint of curiosity and doubt, Newton opened the text of the first page and read it slowly.