Hong Kong Island, Sai Wan, Treading Wave Literature Publishing House.

Pei Wencong held a bunch of bills and account books, calculated twice in a row, and finally showed a happy smile on his face.

"Amin, call to order food, we will eat suckling pigeons at noon today."

"Wow~, boss, you're too picky! We've been so busy this month, and you're feeding us pigeons? ”

Pei Wencong's smile did not decrease, and he scolded with a smile: "I don't want to eat suckling pigeons, do you want pork chop rice?" Isn't it possible to eat shark fin again? ”

Amin said pitifully: "When will we be able to eat shark fin, when I first came, the boss said that you would take us to eat lobster and shark fin all day long, and you can count the number of times we can eat suckling pigeons." ”

Pei Wencong was a little embarrassed, and said with a smile: "Next month, next month, I will not only invite you to eat shark fin, but also give you red envelopes." ”

"Thank you boss, don't shake it!"

Amin immediately grabbed the phone and ordered food happily.

There are only three of them in the publishing house, and it is true that they are busy to death this month, but she also knows the economic situation very well.

The semi-monthly magazine under the publishing house was constantly reprinted, and the newsstands and bookstores were constantly urging the goods, and finally the semi-monthly magazine was about to be turned into a daily newspaper, and it was reprinted every day.

And Pei Wencong, who used to keep a straight face all day long, would laugh by himself at every turn.

All these situations show that this time Pei Wencong will definitely speak his mind.

And with Pei Wencong's benevolence, this red envelope will never be small, and it should be possible to change the child's clothes, and then ask a tutor to tutor to tutor the homework.

"Bang~"

"I'll take your mother, are these decrepit boys still endless? Think I'm not writing well? You don't know how hard I'm trying? ”

Amin here was happily ordering food, but Cuong over there slapped the table.

Since the serialization of "The Wind Blows", Cuong has written by himself at night, and during the day, he is responsible for docking the layout with the printing house and reading letters from enthusiastic readers.

The first two issues were okay, and the letters from readers were basically expressing their feelings and asking for printing and urging them to change.

But since Ah Qiang's "The Prestige of the Han Dynasty" was serialized last week, the letters from readers have changed their taste.

Three out of 10 letters from readers scolded Cuong.

At first, Cuong took the lesson and made changes when he was writing at night, but as more and more readers wrote from him, Cuong felt that he couldn't write.

Because many readers sharply criticized the author of "Han Guowei" for talking nonsense, and he was a rotten boy who didn't graduate from junior high school.

This can make Cuong depressed, because he did not graduate from junior high school, but for so many years, Cuong has not only drawn comics.

He has been recharging himself, and the accumulation of words is also possible, otherwise Pei Wencong would not give him a position as an editor and reporter.

Pei Wencong, who was sorting out the accounts, looked at Ah Qiang, who had messy hair and red eyes, sighed, and took out a few textbooks.

"Ah Qiang, take these books home and refer to them for yourself."

Ah Qiang took it angrily, and after looking at it, he said in surprise: "Middle school textbooks in the mainland? Am I going to go to secondary school again? ”

Pei Wencong whispered: "These history books are different from our history books, you don't want others to see them, and don't quarrel with others about the ideas in the books." ”

Ah Qiang was stunned for a moment, nodded silently, through the lessons of these days, he has actually realized the gap between himself and the author of "The Wind is Flying",

Especially in terms of historical knowledge, many knowledge points are not until they need to be used, and they realize that they don't know where to look.

"Bell bell bell ~"

The phone on the table rang, and Pei Wencong picked up the microphone.

"Hey, hello, Treading Waves Literary Publishing House."

"Hello Boss Pei, I am the sales of the book association, can you talk about the agent sales of your semi-monthly magazine "Treading Waves"?"

Pei Wencong had already sat up straight, and immediately said: "Of course, of course, we hope to join the book club sales." ”

Book Union Sales is one of the largest book and newspaper retail companies on Hong Kong Island, with book and newspaper sales channels all over Hong Kong Island and penetrating Southeast Asia and even the West.

It can be said that a small company like Treading Wave Publishing House used to rush to ask for book sales, and people didn't necessarily raise their eyelids, but now people take the initiative to come to the door, but whenever Pei Wencong hesitates for a second, it is in vain to hone so many years of struggling at the bottom of the quagmire.

"Then do you have the copyright to "Flying in the Wind"?"

"We have the copyright of "The Wind Flying" when we ride the waves."

Pei Wencong did not hesitate at all, there will be at this time, if there is not, there will be it.

"So can you guarantee a normal serialization? If you break your trust in the middle of the way, you will have to pay compensation for breach of contract. ”

“.”

Pei Wencong hesitated for a few tenths of a second, and said very firmly: "Yes, we can sign the contract." ”

Pei Wencong could not give up this opportunity.

He is in his thirties, and he knows very well that the opportunity to change his fate may only come once in a lifetime.

If you miss it, God won't spare you.

"Then please come to our Central headquarters at two o'clock in the afternoon on Wednesday to discuss the specific details of the contract."

"Okay, I'll be there, thank you, goodbye."

Hanging up the phone call of the book union, Pei Wencong immediately called the Blue Ocean Publishing House in the mainland.

After a long wait for a transfer, the call finally came through.

"Hello, I'm Hong Kong Island Treading Waves Literary Publishing House."

Pei Wencong reported his name, and then he heard a busy sound on the other end of the phone, as if the person who answered the phone was calling for his leader.

Pei Wencong's heart is much more comfortable.

Since the last time he told Blue Ocean that he could pay the bill in US dollars, he could clearly feel the attention of the other side.

It's just that the copyright matter has not been solved for a long time, which makes Pei Wencong a little faintly worried.

"Hello! Mr. Pei, how are you doing? How are the sales of "The Wind Blowing"? ”

"It's so-so, but our publishing house attaches more importance to exchanges with the mainland, so we will increase publicity efforts in the future, but the copyright has not been completed, and there are not too many manuscripts, so it is not convenient for me to increase investment."

"We're dealing with all of this, and we'll get you sorted out as soon as possible."

Pei Wencong's brows furrowed: "So, after I asked last time, you didn't solve it?" ”

Blue Ocean Publishing House also said: "We have already obtained some manuscripts, and there should be no problem with the copyright, but your offer of $10,000 a quarter is too low?" ”

"Is $10,000 still low?"

Pei Wencong's mind turned sharply, recalling that when he quoted 10,000 US dollars, the other side seemed to be too little.

"The price can be negotiated again, but the copyright, please be sure to get it."

"Yes, definitely!"

Putting down the phone, Pei Wencong unconsciously sweated all over his body.

He was a little afraid, afraid that the duck in his hand would fly away, and even face default compensation at that time, and he would not be able to repay the bank's debts for the rest of his life.

Pei Wencong took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said to the clerk: "Amin, the air conditioner is broken, let the air conditioner repair come over to repair it in the afternoon." ”

Then Pei Wencong instructed Ah Qiang again: "Qiang Zai, call Brother Nan and redeem the flower crown." ”

Cuong, who was in a daze, nodded silently and dialed the phone.

Not long after, he took the phone and asked Pei Wencong: "Boss, Brother Nan said that your flower crown was sold, and he still has a second-hand Mercedes-Benz in his hand, 70,000 yuan, do you want it?" ”

Pei Wencong said arrogantly: "Do you still need to ask me?" Seventy thousand yuan is not a trivial matter? ”

Ah Qiang pursed his lips and said secretly in his heart, "Stingy ghosts also have spring, and Lao Tzu's spring will not be far away." ”

。。。。。。。

Pei Wencong was hesitant here, and in the Blue Ocean Publishing House, it was a different scene.

"How did Lao Dong do it, how many days have it been, why hasn't the seven-inch blade signed a reprint contract yet, and the follow-up manuscripts are getting less and less?"

"I also asked Dong Yuejin yesterday, and he said that the seven-inch blade is busy with his studies now, and the time for writing is not as good as before."

"What's not as good as before, I think he just wants to make trouble with his son, the contract of "Latent" made him take advantage of the loophole, we didn't lose him at all, is this addiction?"

The big boss of the publishing house took two steps in the office very unhappily, and finally gave the order to die.

"Let Lao Dong have to solve this matter within a week, and if it is not resolved, the follow-up fee for "Latent" will be deducted."

“.”

After Dong Yuejin received the order, he didn't dare to slack off for a moment, and directly sent a telegram to Beijing University, asking Li Ye to call him back today.

It wasn't until eight o'clock in the evening that Li Ye's phone call reached Blue Ocean Publishing House.

"Oh, my brother Li Ye, are you trying to torture my old brother to death?

What do you want, just tell me quickly, don't fool me with any academic problems, who of us doesn't know who? ”

Li Ye held back a smile and paused for a few seconds before saying, "I definitely have to concentrate on my studies now!" But I'm also very interested in Hong Kong Island. ”

Dong Yuejin pondered and asked, "What does it mean to be interested?" ”

Li Ye said directly: "I listened to the teacher in class that Hong Kong Island is one of the important economic centers in East Asia, and I studied economics!" I want to check it out. ”

“.”

Dong Yuejin was stunned for a long time before he sighed and said, "I knew that you kid was going to make trouble, don't you know how difficult it is to go abroad?" ”

Li Ye smiled: "It may not be that difficult, if you have to feel difficult, you can let me talk to Hong Kong Island!" ”

“.”

Dong Yuejin couldn't answer, this kind of thing, he can't be the editor-in-chief of this monthly.

After a meeting and research the next day, Li Ye got the phone number of the Hong Kong Island Treading Wave Literature Publishing House.

Li Ye went to the post office and paid a deposit of 200 yuan, and then began to wait for the call to be transferred.

After a long time, he heard Pei Wencong's Mandarin full of Hong Kong flavor on the other side.

"Hello, who?"

"I'm a seven-inch blade, and I'm looking for Mr. Pei Wencong from the Talang Literature Publishing House."

The other end of the phone was stunned for three seconds, and immediately said enthusiastically: "I am who I am, you."

"International calls are expensive, and now I say, just listen."

Li Ye directly interrupted: "First, I want 20 points of profit from "Shuofeng Feiyang", which will be stored with you first, do you want to play tricks or not, and do it yourself." ”

"Second, I'm going to Hong Kong Island for the Spring Festival this year, and you give me an invitation to solve it."

“.”

Pei Wencong was stunned.

Listening to the unquestionable tone of the phone, he felt as if he was not talking to a literary writer, but a big brother in Causeway Bay.

Lao Feng finished hanging the bottle on the last day today, and it will be more powerful to start updating it tomorrow.

Because I caught a cold at the beginning of the month, it didn't sell badly this time, and the eight-day hanging bottle made the update of the old wind a little messy.

Tomorrow, I will try to adjust the update time to about eight o'clock, so as not to keep everyone up late, and it will also affect the old style.

Then the old wind will make up for the underpaid update as soon as possible, please believe that the old wind is really not lazy, and the old wind is also in a hurry.

Because of too much debt, Lao Feng was embarrassed to even ask for a ticket.

Today's release is a bit late, so I won't copy the reward first, and thank you together tomorrow.

(End of chapter)