Hong Kong Island, West Ring, Talang Literature Press.

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

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

"Wow, boss, you are too stingy! We've been so busy this month, so you're giving us suckling pigeons?"

Pei Wencong smiled and scolded, "Don't want to eat pigeons, why don't you eat pork chop rice? Could it be that you still eat shark fin?"

Amin said pitifully: "When will we eat shark fin? When I first came, the boss said you would take us to eat lobsters and shark fins all day long, but you can count the number of times you eat pigeons."

Pei Wencong felt 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 the meal happily.

There are only three of them in the publishing house. It is true that they are busy this month, but she also knows the financial situation very clearly.

The half-monthly magazine under the publishing house was constantly printing, newsstands and bookstores were constantly urging goods, and in the last half-monthly magazine was almost turned into a daily newspaper, and it was printed every day.

Pei Wencong, who used to be stern, would laugh at himself at all times.

All these situations show that Pei Wencong will definitely keep his word this time.

Moreover, with Pei Wencong's kindness and righteousness, the red envelope this time will never be small. You should be able to change your child's clothes and outfits, and then ask a tutor to tutor to make up for your homework.

"Bang~"

"I'm going to take your mother, are these evil guys still there? I think I'm not writing well? Don't you know how hard I work?"

Amin here was happily ordering food, but Aqiang there patted the table.

Since the serialization of "The Flying of the North Wind", Aqiang has written his own novel at night, and is responsible for connecting with the printing factory during the day, as well as reading letters from enthusiastic readers.

The first two issues were fine, but readers basically expressed their feelings when they wrote to them and asked for a print to urge them to update.

But since the novel "The Great Han Guowei" written by Aqiang last week was serialized, readers' letters have changed.

Among the ten letters from readers, three of them were scolded by Aqiang.

At first, Aqiang learned a lesson and made changes when he was writing at night. However, as readers wrote more and more letters, Aqiang felt that he could not write anymore.

Because many readers sharply criticized the author of "The Great Han Guowei" for saying nonsense, and he was a bad boy who had not graduated from junior high school.

This made Aqiang so depressed, because he did not graduate from junior high school, but over the years, Aqiang has not only painted comics.

He has been recharging himself, and it is OK to accumulate words, otherwise Pei Wencong would not have given him an editor or reporter position.

Pei Wencong, who was sorting out the accounts, looked at A Qiang with messy hair and red eyes, sighed and took out several textbooks.

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

Aqiang took it over in anger. After looking at it, he said in surprise: "Middle school textbooks in mainland China? Do I have to go to middle school again?"

Pei Wencong whispered: "These history books are different from our history books. Don't let others see them, and don't quarrel with others about the views in the books."

A Qiang was stunned for a moment and nodded silently. Through the lessons learned these days, he had actually realized the difference between himself and the author of "The Flying of the North Wind".

Especially in terms of historical knowledge, many knowledge points are not discovered until they need to be used, and they do not know where to look for them.

"Lingling ~"

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

"Hey, hello, Talang Literature Press."

"Hello Boss Pei, I am Shulian Sales. Can you talk about the agency sales of your half-monthly magazine "Talang"?"

Pei Wencong had already sat upright and immediately said, "Of course, we hope to join the book collection sales."

Book League Sales is one of the largest book and newspaper retail companies in Hong Kong. It has book and newspaper sales channels throughout Hong Kong Island and penetrates Southeast Asia and even the West.

It can be said that small companies like Talang Publishing House used to be rushing to ask for book sales, and people might not raise their eyelids, but now they come to the door on their own initiative. Anyone who hesitates for a second will be wasted all the years of hard work and training at the bottom of the quagmire.

"Then do you have the copyright of "The Flying of the North Wind"?"

"We have the copyright of "Flying the Wind in the Sky"."

Pei Wencong had no hesitation at all. He had to have to have it now, and he had to say that he had it.

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

""

Pei Wencong hesitated for a few seconds and said firmly: "Yes, we can sign a contract."

Pei Wencong cannot give up this opportunity.

He is in his thirties and is very clear and clear that there may be only one chance in his life to change his destiny.

Once you miss it, God will not spare you.

"Then please go to our Central Headquarters to discuss the specific details of the contract at 2pm on Wednesday."

"Okay, I will definitely arrive, thank you, goodbye."

After hanging up the phone number of book couplet sales, Pei Wencong immediately called the Mainland Blue Ocean Publishing House.

After a long transfer and waiting, the phone finally got connected.

"Hello, I am Hong Kong Island Talang Literature Press."

Pei Wencong issued a name, and then he heard a hustle and bustle sound from the other end of the phone, as if the person who answered the phone was calling out to his leader.

Pei Wencong felt much more comfortable.

Since the last time he told Lan Hai that he could pay the bill in US dollars, he could clearly feel the attention of the other person.

However, the copyright matter has not been resolved for a long time, which makes Pei Wencong feel a little worried.

"Hello! Mr. Pei, are you doing well recently? How is the sales of "Shufeng Feiyang"?"

"It's average, but our publishing house attaches great importance to exchanges with the mainland, so we will increase publicity efforts in the future. However, the copyright has not been settled and there are not many manuscripts left, so it's not convenient for me to increase investment."

"We are dealing with all these and will solve them for you as soon as possible."

Pei Wencong frowned: "So, after my last request, you didn't solve it?"

Lanhai Publishing House also said: "We have obtained some manuscripts, and there should be no problem with copyright. It's just that your offer is 10,000 US dollars per quarter. Isn't it too low?"

"Is the 10,000 US dollars still low?"

Pei Wencong changed his mind quickly. When he first reported 10,000 US dollars, it seemed that the other side did not think it was too little.

"You can negotiate the price again, but please be sure to get the copyright."

"Okay, sure!"

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

He was a little afraid, and the duck he got flew away, and even faced breach of contract compensation and would not be able to pay back the bank's debts in his life.

Pei Wencong took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to the clerk: "Amin, the air conditioner is broken. Let the air conditioner repair it in the afternoon."

Then Pei Wencong ordered Aqiang again: "Qianzi, call Brother Nan and redeem the flower crown."

Aqiang, who was in a daze, nodded silently and called the phone.

Not long after, he took the phone and asked Pei Wencong: "Boss, Brother Nan said that your flower crown has been sold. He has a second-hand flat car in his hand, which costs 70,000 yuan. Do you want it?"

Pei Wencong said boldly: "You still have to ask me? Isn't it a small matter to 70,000 yuan?"

Aqiang curled his lips and said in his heart, "Stingy guys have spring, and my spring will not be far away."

.........

Pei Wencong was hesitant, and there was another scene in Blue Ocean Publishing House.

"What's wrong with Old Dong? How many days have passed? Why has the seven-inch blade not signed a reprint contract? The subsequent manuscripts are getting smaller and smaller?"

"I asked Dong Yuejin yesterday, and he said that Qi'an Blade is busy with his studies now and his writing time is not as good as before."

"What's worse than before? I think he just wanted to mess with his younger son. The contract of "The Hidden" made him take advantage of the loopholes. We didn't lose anything at all. Is he addicted to eating?"

The big boss of the publishing house took two steps in the office in an upset manner, and finally gave a death order.

"If the old director has to solve this matter within a week, if it is not solved, the follow-up manuscript fee for "Luxing" will be deducted."

""

After receiving the order, Dong Yuejin did not dare to neglect for a moment and sent a telegram to Beijing University, asking Li Ye to call him back today.

It was not until 8 o'clock in the evening that Li Ye's phone call reached Lanhai Publishing House.

"Oh my brother Li Ye, are you going to torture me, the old brother to death?

What are your requirements? Just tell me quickly. Don’t fool me with any academic issues. Who among us doesn’t know who?"

Li Ye smiled and paused for a few seconds before saying, "I must concentrate on my studies now! But I am also very interested in Hong Kong Island."

Dong Yuejin couldn't figure it out 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. I am a student of economics! I want to go and have a look."
To be continued...