On the fourth day, Jin Peng came to find Li Ye.

"Guo Donglun is gone, and he told me that if you go to Yangcheng, he will invite you to drink."

"Have he not told you anything these days?"

"No, he didn't contact us, he just went to a few shopping malls where we settled in, and it seemed like it was a whole day.

I thought he might go to see the renovation site of Xiushui Street, but he suddenly left yesterday and left a sentence when he left."

Li Ye raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Jin Peng said: "He said that our cooperation may be suspended at any time. We must speed up our pace and speed up our efforts."

"Why do you mean it?" Li Ye smiled and said, "Call Hao Jian and let him know our situation. If we perform poorly at the Canton Fair, we will have no food."

"It can't be broken," Jin Peng said with a smile: "Recently, several outsourced factories in Beijing have reported to us that we can increase cooperation and find ways to produce raw materials by themselves. As long as we ensure sales, we can settle the cash."

Li Ye asked with a smile: "You didn't agree?"

"Why wouldn't I agree?" Jin Peng said: "That Tian Hongshan contacted the shopping malls in the county towns around the capital. As long as our sales staff are well trained, they will be opened soon."

"So, I'm an idle person?"

"How could you be an idle person?" Jin Peng smiled and gave Li Ye a mailing bag: "Hong Kong Island has sent a courier. There are some work that only you can do, but others can't do."

Li Ye took it and saw that it was sent by Pei Wencong.

When I opened it, I saw that there were manuscripts of novels, all in English.

Several of the manuscripts have labels on them, introducing the basic situation of the author, such as what novels have been published in the past, what awards have been won, etc. Obviously, the authors of these manuscripts are all "famous writers".

Li Ye thought about it and went to the post office to call the international long distance.

After the phone was connected, Li Ye said to Pei Wencong: "I received the manuscript you mailed, but I am not going to participate in the opinion.

The plan we had set at the beginning was to rely on market response. Why did you list the manuscripts of several senior authors separately in the same tier?"

"This is a practice in the publishing industry, and senior authors always have some differences."

Pei Wencong explained: "These authors have some influence. If they operate well, they will increase the topic of our award-winning call for papers this time.

This is indeed the case now. Many media have commented on the works of several senior authors.”

Li Ye thought for a while and said, "Then set up another best evaluation award, let readers provide evaluation letters to the organizer, and then select high-quality evaluations to publish and publish them, so that readers can vote, and let more readers participate enthusiastically."

"In addition, if you need to do nothing, compare the works of ordinary contributors and senior contributors together. The topic is not higher, and the bonus can be appropriately increased."

"Mr. Li, please say slower, I'll remember it."

Pei Wencong hurriedly found paper and pen and carefully wrote down several suggestions from Li Ye.

After finishing the work, he felt that Li Ye was a veteran in the publishing industry. He was an old bird who had been in the industry for ten years, but he actually looked like a novice.

But Pei Wencong could not have expected that there was a behavior in later generations called "fighting".

Come on! Fan the flames, provoke discord, and make them tear them up. The more ruthless the tear, the happier the audience will be.

"So Mr. Li, how do we decide the winner in the end? Is it the topic, or "

"Of course it's book sales," Li Ye said seriously: "We are a serious publishing house, with the purpose of providing readers with the best works. We will never look at anyone's face. How many people are willing to book now?"

""

Pei Wencong was stunned for a moment before reacting: "There are more than 10,000 people, and it is still increasing. We expect that if there are 100,000 people booking, we will stop calling for papers to avoid premature public plots."

"So that's it! Is there anything else?"

"No, there is one more thing," Pei Wencong lowered his voice and whispered: "Mr. Li, the Hang Seng point has fallen by 100 points, do you think it's a "

Li Ye asked back a little strangely: "Isn't it too early to fall by 100 points? What did Luo Runbo say? He suggested stopping?"

Pei Wencong immediately said: "No, Luo Runbo also suggested that he continue to do it."

"Then why are you anxious?" Li Ye said: "If professionals do professional things, don't interfere too much, otherwise Lao Luo will be very angry."

Luo Runbo is professional? If he is professional, he will be so miserable? This is your fortune, big guy! I just want to take advantage of it a little bit.

Pei Wencong smiled and said, "No, he thinks he has made more than ten times the profit, so I'll ask you! Since you can't clear the position, let him know to listen to you!"

"I won't sell it, just ask him to wait for my news."

Li Ye did not expose Pei Wencong's little lie. He just called Luo Runbo the day before yesterday. Luo Runbo not only insisted on holding it, but also asked Li Ye if he was willing to increase financial leverage.

So Li Ye understood that Pei Wencong followed the trend and followed his own trend.

After Pei Wencong hung up the phone, he called Amin in.

"Part the following questions and send them to our overseas partners to implement them as soon as possible."

As soon as Amin saw several suggestions on the paper, he complained: "Boss, you are a top student at Hong Kong University. If you don't do this, what if I make a mistake during the translation?"

"If something goes wrong, replace you," Pei Wencong threatened Amin with a stern face: "Don't you know how many cover letters we receive every day now? Don't you know how to make progress?"

Amin: ""

Now Boss Pei has finally changed into an office area with invincible sea views. The publishing house has risen and has recruited many newcomers, all of which have higher education than Amin.

But Amin firmly occupied the position of the second-in-command of the company. Pei Wencong felt that she was a little drifty and had to hit her.

"Okay boss!"

Amin left Pei Wencong's office and handed over the paper to the new young man.

"Part the following points to our overseas partners and urge them to implement them as soon as possible. If something goes wrong, you will know the consequences."

""

......

In the Kingdom of Great Britain in spring, there is a lot of rain, and most of it is showering. After the rapid spring rain, the gloomy ancient buildings will have some clean colors.

Yang Liqin held an umbrella and quickly walked across Manchester's streets. From time to time, she avoided the water splashed by cars on the streets, and walked all the way into a Chinese archway before she could get relieved.

Yang Liqin has been in Britain for two years and knows that the security situation in Manchester is not as good as some people say, especially some people, who like them, who are relatively weak female international students.

But as long as she enters this archway, her black hair and yellow skin will win more kindness and warmth, because this is Chinatown.

Manchester Chinatown is the second Chinatown in Britain. It was later called the "Britain Station for overseas wanderers".

As early as 150 years ago, China had business dealings with Manchester.

Bin Chun, the special envoy of the Qing court at that time, recorded in his overseas experiences and experiences, "The Notes of Chengcha": "This place is the second port in the UK, where flowers, India and American cotton are collected here."

This is also the earliest record of Chinese traveling in Manchester City. With the rise of the British Industrial Revolution, the exchanges between China and Britain's cotton textile trade became increasingly closer, and Manchester City once became a bridgehead for the exchanges between the two countries.

Later, Manchester became the area with the most concentrated Chinese in northern Britain, forming the largest Chinatown in the UK.

The magnificent Chinese-style archway at the entrance and the traditional dragon and phoenix patterns above all express the homesickness of overseas flower growers.

"Hello, Mr. Hu, is your business booming today?"

"Xinglong Xinglong, does Miss Yang want to come in and have a cup of hot tea?"

"No, thank you Mr. Hu, I've been delayed on the road today. If I were a little late, I would be late."

"Hi, why are you late? Boss Zhao is not such a harsh person. It doesn't matter how many minutes later in this kind of weather."

"It doesn't matter, but we can't be content, oh by the way, Mr. Hu, did you see that Dongshan fellow villager Xiao Lu pass by today?"

"I didn't pay attention!"

"Then I have to leave quickly. There are two of them late for a pair. The boss must be anxious."

"Oh, slow down, the manhole cover at the wellhead in front was lost. I don't know which guy lost the money again."

Under Mr. Hu's advice, Yang Liqin walked around the street corner and walked into the Dongshan Restaurant where she worked.

The boss did not say anything strange, but just smiled and waved her hand to dry her hair, and quickly prepared to serve.

This is the Chinatown in 1983. Although some people can steal things, some people still do not forget the deep affection of their hometown, allowing international students to feel the attachment of overseas wanderers to their motherland in an unintentional moment.

Yang Liqin changed her clothes and walked into the kitchen. She found that the new international student she introduced had arrived long ago and had finished her own work.

"Jingyao, why did you come so early? You won't skip classes, right?"

Lu Jingyao and Yang Liqin are both international students from Salford University, but Lu Jingyao just came to Britain and had no savings and was reluctant to take the bus. How could he walk faster than Yang Liqin?

"No," Lu Jingyao said while busy: "I borrowed my classmate's bicycle and rode over the road."

"Catch a small path? You're so bold."

Yang Liqin said angrily: "Didn't I tell you that you are not allowed to walk on the path? What if something happens?"

"I won't know next time," Lu Jingyao said with a wry smile: "I thought it was raining today and no one would notice my skin color."

"Oh, don't take it lightly, never take it as a lucky person. Okay, work quickly!"

Yang Liqin planned to finish her business first and teach Lu Jingyao class later.

This fellow Dongshan villager can endure hardships and make quick moves, but some of his thoughts are too naive.

The two of them worked until nine o'clock in the evening, and they had some time to rest.

Even though Lu Jingyao used to doing farm work at home, she was tired and sat on the chair and didn't want to move.
To be continued...