Su Jingxian, who had recuperated on the plane, sat at the head of the motel bed, flipping through a magazine called "Gentleman" in his hand.

As a public paper magazine with a history of more than ten years, "Junzi" not only printed articles and cartoons, but also had pictures of sexy girls, but there was no public nudity.

On the title page of the magazine, Su Jingxian saw the name of the illustration editor mentioned by Thompson - Paul Garfunkel.

At this time, Thompson had already driven to Linshi to pick up the illustrator editor at the appointed time.

Before Thompson left, two different groups of American police officers had entered the hotel and took out an unlimited search warrant to investigate Su Jingxian.

Closing the magazine, Su Jingxian leaned on the head of the bed and closed his eyes slightly, thinking in his heart that when Thompson returned, he must ask him to find a lawyer for him as soon as possible.

Knock Knock Knock –

At 9:15 a.m., there was a soft knock on the door, and although he hadn't seen anyone outside the door, Su Jingxian was already convinced that Thompson, who had driven to pick up the illustration editor, had returned.

If it were an American police officer who was investigating by routine, he would not use such a gentle knock on the door.

Su Jingxian opened his eyes and walked to the door, rubbed his face, and opened the door with a decent smile.

As expected, it was the slender Thompson standing outside the door, and at this time there was a slightly obese male white-skinned ghost guy beside him.

After the door opened, before Su Jingxian could speak, the white-skinned ghost Paul first stabbed Thompson beside him, although he had a smile on his face, the words he said were not beautiful.

"Thompson, you didn't tell me that the person I wanted to work with was a yellow-skinned monkey, I thought he would be a British businessman from Hong Kong."

It can be clearly seen that Thompson's face was instantly covered with embarrassment after hearing this. When he introduced Su Jingxian to Paul, he only said that Su Jingxian was from Hong Kong, but did not tell Paul that he was a Chinese, so Paul, who now thinks that Su Jingxian can't understand English, immediately embarrassed the atmosphere as soon as he opened his mouth.

Su Jingxian, who was originally smiling, was slightly stunned after hearing this, and then said with an unchanged face: "Mr. Paul, although I have the same skin color, I am not from Hokkaido, East Asia, please." ”

Hearing Su Jingxian's fluent English, Paul's smile suddenly froze on his face.

Thompson on the side glanced at Su Jingxian with some astonishment, although they had not known each other for a long time, Thompson did not think that Su Jingxian, as the big boss of a newspaper, would take this kind of insult calmly.

It is true that the insulting term "yellow-skinned monkey" was originally intended for the Hokkaido race in East Asia, but now Paul obviously knows that Su Jingxian is from Hong Kong, China, but he still says this word, and the pertinence is self-evident.

With a little curiosity, Thompson followed Su Jingxian into the hotel, and Paul at the door paused, and then entered the door with a haha.

"Forgive me, sir, for not being able to distinguish Asian faces, you are right, I did take the liberty of thinking of you as one of the monkeys of Hokkaido." The fat on Paul's face squeezed out the folds, and he tried to justify himself, "Of course I don't want to cooperate with the yellow-skinned monkeys of Hokkaido, even if it is to offend them." But since he is from Hong Kong, I think we will have a good time working together. ”

Su Jingxian smiled noncommittally, motioned to Thompson to wake up Zhong Qiang and Deng Zhipeng next door, and then nodded to the ghost Paul and went straight to the point.

"Mr. Paul, Thompson may not have told you that my name is Su Jingxian, and I won't be in the United States for a long time this time. Long story short, I'm going to start a magazine in the U.S., similar to the Gentleman's Magazine you are serving now. Su Jingxian paused, stared into Paul's eyes and continued, "If Mr. Paul can give me some useful advice, after the establishment of the magazine company, you will be in charge of the illustration page, and I will pay you eighty dollars a week." ”

The salary system in the United States is different from that in Hong Kong, especially in the publishing industry, where editors are not paid on a monthly basis, but on a weekly basis.

According to Thompson, the illustrator named Paul is now paid $45 a week in Gentleman magazine, and the magazine is here because the magazine rejected his request for a $5 raise.

After listening to Su Jingxian's last words, the ghost guy Paul glared, his hands clenched unconsciously, and then looked at Su Jingxian's eyes with a bit of compliment.

"Of course, Mr. Su, I have worked in Gentleman magazine for ten years, and I will definitely be able to give you the best advice, and no one will be more suitable than me." The folds of flesh on Paul's face were a little deeper, and he quickly took out a few pieces of manuscript paper from his arms and handed them to Su Jingxian with both hands, "In fact, before I came here, I had already prepared some plans for magazine reform. ”

Su Jingxian smiled and praised: "Your opinion is the same as mine, after the establishment of the magazine company, if your plans can increase sales, I will consider taking a part of the company's shares as a reward for you." ”

After Paul, who was sitting opposite him, heard Su Jingxian's words, the excitement on his face was even worse, for fear that the financier from Hong Kong would be dissatisfied with the provisions and plans on the manuscript paper, so he simply stood up and came to him, bowing slightly, so as to answer Su Jingxian's questions at any time.

And just as Su Jingxian was looking through the manuscript paper in his hand, Thompson also brought Zhong Qiang and Deng Zhipeng into the house from next door, and the five of them were crammed into the same hotel, and the indoor space was suddenly a little cramped.

Seeing that Su Jingxian was talking to the white-skinned ghost guy next to him, writing and drawing on the manuscript paper in his hand from time to time, Zhong Qiang and Deng Zhipeng didn't dare to come forward to disturb, so they had to sit on the edge of the bed with Thompson, who didn't understand the language, and the three of them stared at each other.

After about an hour, the conversation between Su Jingxian and Paul finally ended, and the manuscript papers, which were originally a little blank, were now full of new plans that the two had added to them after discussing them together.

From the conversation, Su Jingxian found that this ghost named Paul is indeed very set, and many of his views on the magazine are quite advanced in Su Jingxian's opinion, and in the conversation with him, Su Jingxian also has a clearer understanding of the American magazine industry, whether it is plate making, distribution, sales and the company's system, Paul has shown his professional side as a senior editor.

Although I don't know if Paul would have taken out these manuscript papers without the temptation of eighty dollars at the beginning, it is certain that these manuscript papers in Su Jingxian's hands now are indeed of practical significance, which can help him avoid many detours when starting the magazine.

However, from beginning to end, Su Jingxian did not mention to Paul that he was going to start an adult-oriented magazine.

"Mr. Paul, of course I believe in your professionalism, but I have also brought two editors from Hong Kong, and I would like to ask them to study this proposal again." Holding several sheets of manuscript paper that had already been written, Su Jingxian turned around and spoke to Paul.

Paul nodded, glanced at Zhong Qiang and Deng Zhipeng on the side, and hurriedly spoke: "Of course, I also hope that professionals from Hong Kong can give better advice and jointly develop the magazine company that will be established." ”

"Brother Qiang, Brother Peng, take these manuscript papers to the front desk of the hotel and make a copy of all the contents on it. Then you stay downstairs for a few minutes, put away the copies, and come up again with the originals. Su Jingxian smiled at Paul, and then instructed Zhong Qiang and Deng Zhipeng, who were sitting on the edge of the bed and waiting for a long time, in the vernacular.

Although they didn't know Su Jingxian's purpose for doing this, Zhong Qiang and Deng Zhipeng quickly took the manuscript paper from him, and then walked out of the room.

"Mr. Su, your two employees ......" Paul couldn't help but ask out loud when he saw Zhong Qiang and Deng Zhipeng leaving.

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Su Jingxian with a smile: "They are used to working in a quiet environment, they are in the next room, and they will be back soon." I've always respected artists like you, so why don't you take this time to discuss the issue of the company's shareholdings after the establishment of the magazine? ”

The wealth is moving, Su Jingxian's last sentence directly shattered the doubts in Paul's heart, and when this white-skinned ghost guy heard the word shares, his eyebrows immediately danced.

Ten minutes later, according to Su Jingxian's explanation, Zhong Qiang and Deng Zhipeng put the copied manuscript paper in their pockets and returned to the room with a few original manuscript papers.

"Boss, it's done." Zhong Qiang nodded to Su Jingxian after entering the door, indicating that the matter had been completed.

Su Jingxian showed a smile on his face, and said to Paul, who was a little nervous on the side: "Don't worry, the editors I brought from Hong Kong are also very satisfied with your magazine reform plan, Mr. Paul can go back to Junzi Magazine to resign now, and after my magazine company is established, it will be distributed according to the shares we just mentioned, you also know that my status is not suitable for permanent residence in the United States, and I hope that Mr. Paul will bother more for the company in the United States at that time." ”

As he spoke, he walked towards Zhong Qiang with a cup of coffee in his hand, and after taking the originals of the manuscript paper from Zhong Qiang's hand, he turned back to his body.

But just as Su Jingxian turned around and took two steps, his leather shoes tripped on the foot of the bed, and his body involuntarily leaned forward, and the coffee in his hand was accidentally spilled on the original manuscript paper.

With a slight force on his fingers, the manuscript paper, which was not of good quality, suddenly turned into a wet lump.

In the surprised eyes of everyone, Su Jingxian just showed a look of annoyance, shook the soiled cuffs, looked at the manuscript paper that was already blurred in his hand, and cursed in English: "Damn!" Mr. Paul, I'm sorry for soiling your magazine proposal. If you can, it's still this place in three days, and I'll solve the factory problem first, and then you and the staff I brought will renegotiate and make a formal written plan? ”

The ghost guy Paul vaguely felt that something was wrong, but now that he heard that Su Jingxian was ready to solve the factory problem, his heart settled down a little, and he nodded in agreement.

The two talked again, probably Su Jingxian was asking some questions about magazines, and at the same time throwing an olive branch, making the ghost Paul look forward to the future even more.

Finally, Su Jingxian raised his hand to look at his watch and patted his forehead: "I almost forgot that Thompson was going to accompany me to meet a lawyer who had made an appointment to discuss the registration of the company, and we have to leave now." Paul, Thompson probably won't be able to take you back, do you need me to call a taxi for you? ”

After some conversation, it seems that Paul has become the illustration editor-in-chief of the magazine company, and the title between the two has changed unconsciously.

"Boss, you're welcome, I can take a taxi back by myself." The ghost Paul shook hands with Su Jingxian, and was about to say goodbye with a smile on his face, "I'll go back and resign now, I believe that after the boss's company is established, a magazine company like a gentleman who is stingy will soon close down because the market is robbed." ”

Su Jingxian smiled and got up to send Paul out of the door.

Standing on the second floor, watching Paul turn around and wave out of the hotel door step by step, Su Jingxian returned to the room.

In Thompson's surprised eyes, Su Jingxian took the detailed copies of the manuscript paper from Zhong Qiang's hand, then took out a hundred dollars from his pocket and patted it in Thompson's hand, and said to him in English: "After that fat man who is greedy for money leaves Junzi Magazine, I need a woman to make anonymous phone calls to major magazines to disclose the truth that he was fired from Junzi Magazine because he sexually harassed female colleagues." ”

Just because of a yellow-skinned monkey? Thompson watched Su Jingxian lightly re-examine the manuscript paper in his hand, and couldn't help but feel sorry for the fate of Paul's next career.

In this period when feminism is prevalent in the United States, there is no need to debate the truth and falsehood, and the magazine will not recruit an employee who may have a history of sexual harassment of women for its own safety.

"Stunned? Pack up your stuff and flash! I finally came to the United States, of course, to live in Hilton, is it really waiting for that dead fat guy here? Looking at Zhong Qiang and Deng Zhipeng, who were still at a loss and didn't know what was going on, Su Jingxian rolled his eyes and took the lead in walking out the door.