That year the flowers bloomed 1981

Chapter 152 Li Ye is the eldest brother of Young and Dangerous?

Talang Literature Publishing House, Sai Wan, Hong Kong Island.

Pei Wencong held a pile of documents and account books and counted them twice in a row, finally showing a happy smile on his face.

"Amin, call to order food. We will have squab for lunch today."

"Wow~, boss, you are so stingy! We have been so busy this month, why are you giving us squabs?"

Pei Wencong's smile did not fade, and he laughed and scolded: "If you don't want to eat squab, how about pork chop rice? Is it possible to eat shark's fin?"

Amin said pitifully: "When can we eat shark's fin? When I first came here, boss, you kept saying that you would take us to eat lobster and shark's fin, but you could count the number of times we ate squab."

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

"Thank you boss, please don't sway a little!"

Amin immediately happily picked up the phone to order food.

There are only three of them in the publishing house. It is true that they are extremely busy this month, but she also knows the financial situation very well.
The semi-monthly magazine owned by the publishing house continued to be reprinted, and newsstands and bookstores continued to rush for supplies. In the end, the bimonthly magazine was almost turned into a daily newspaper, and reprints were added every day.

Pei Wencong, who used to have a straight face all day long, would laugh on his own at every turn.

All these circumstances indicate that Pei Wencong will definitely keep his word this time.

And with Pei Wencong's benevolence, the red envelope this time will definitely not be small. He should be able to change his clothes and outfit, and hire a tutor to help him with his homework.

"Bang~"

"I'm holding on to your mother. Are these bad guys finished? Do you think my writing is not good? Don't you know how hard I work?"

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

Since the serialization of "The Flying Wind", Aqiang has been writing novels by himself at night, and during the day he has been responsible for coordinating layouts with printing plants, and reading letters from enthusiastic readers.

The first two issues were okay. Letters from readers basically expressed their feelings and asked for more copies to be updated.

But since Aqiang's novel "The Prestige of the Han Dynasty" was serialized last week, letters from readers have changed.

Among the ten letters from readers, three were criticizing Aqiang.

At first, Aqiang accepted the lesson and made changes while writing at night. However, as more and more letters came from readers, Aqiang felt that he could no longer write.

Because many readers sharply criticized the author of "The Prestige of the Han Dynasty" for talking nonsense and being a bad guy who never graduated from junior high school.

This makes Aqiang very depressed, because he did not graduate from junior high school, but for so many years, Aqiang has not only drawn comics.

He has been recharging himself, and it is okay to accumulate writing, otherwise Pei Wencong would not have given him the position of editor and reporter.

Pei Wencong, who was sorting out the accounts, looked at Aqiang with messy hair and red eyes. He sighed and took out a few textbooks.

"Aqiang, take these books home and refer to them yourself."

Aqiang took it angrily. After taking a look at it, he said in surprise: "Middle school textbooks from the mainland? Do I have to go to middle school again?"

Pei Wencong whispered: "These history books are different from our history books. You don't want others to see them, let alone argue with others about the views in the books."

Aqiang was stunned for a moment and nodded silently. After these days of lessons, he had actually realized the gap between himself and the author of "Shuofeng Feiyang".

Especially in terms of historical knowledge, there are many knowledge points that I don’t realize I don’t know where to look for until I need to use them.

"Ring Ling Ling ~"

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

"Hello, Talang Literature Publishing House."

"Hello Boss Pei, I'm a salesperson at Shulian. Could you please tell me about the agency sales of your bi-monthly magazine "Talking on the Waves"?"

Pei Wencong sat up straight and said immediately: "Of course, we certainly hope to join the bookstore sales."

Shulian Sales is one of the largest book and newspaper retail companies in Hong Kong Island. It has book and newspaper sales channels all over Hong Kong Island and has penetrated into Southeast Asia and even the West.

It can be said that for a small company like Talang Publishing House, in the past, people would not even raise their eyebrows when asking for book sales, but now they are actively coming to the door. Whenever Pei Wencong hesitates for a second, it is all in vain. It is the hard work of struggling at the bottom of the quagmire for so many years.

"Then do you have the copyright to "Shuofeng Feiyang"?"

"We Tidelang owns the copyright of "Shuo Feng Fei Yang"."

Pei Wencong didn't hesitate at all. He had to have it now if he had it, and he had to have it if he didn't.

"Then can you guarantee normal serialization? If you break your promise midway, you will have to pay compensation for breach of contract."

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

Pei Wencong could not give up this opportunity.

He is already in his 30s, and he knows very well that the opportunity to change his destiny may only come once in his life.

Once you miss it, God will not forgive you.

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

"Okay, I'll be there for sure. Thank you. Goodbye."

After hanging up the call from Shulian Sales, Pei Wencong immediately called Mainland Blue Ocean Publishing House.

After a long wait for transfer, the call was finally connected.

"Hello, I am Hong Kong Talang Literary Publishing House."

Pei Wencong reported his name, and then heard a rush of noise on the other end of the phone, as if the person on the phone was calling for his leader.

Pei Wencong felt much better.

Since the last time he told Lan Hai that he could pay in U.S. dollars, he could clearly feel that the other side valued him.

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

"Hello! Mr. Pei, how are you doing recently? How is the sales situation of "Shuofeng Feiyang"?" "It's so-so, but our publishing house attaches great importance to communication with the mainland, so we will increase our publicity efforts in the future. However, the copyright has not been settled, and there are not many manuscripts saved, so it is not convenient for me to increase investment."

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

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

Blue Ocean Publishing also said: "We have already obtained some manuscripts, and there should be no problem with the copyright. It's just that your offer of $[-] per quarter is too low?"

“Is ten thousand dollars still low?”

Pei Wencong's mind changed quickly. He recalled that when he quoted [-] US dollars, the other party didn't seem to think it was too little.

"The price can be discussed later, but please be sure to get the copyright."

"Okay, definitely!"

Putting down the phone, Pei Wencong unconsciously broke into a thin sweat all over his body.

He is a little afraid, afraid that the duck he got will fly away, and he will even face breach of contract compensation and be unable to repay the bank debt for the rest of his life.

Pei Wencong took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead and said to the clerk: "Amin, the air conditioner is broken. Let the air conditioner repairman come and fix it this afternoon."

Then Pei Wencong told Aqiang: "Qiang, call Brother Nan and redeem the Corolla."

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

Soon after, he took the phone and asked Pei Wencong: "Boss, Brother Nan said that your Corolla was sold. He also has a second-hand Mercedes-Benz in his hand, worth 7 yuan. Do you want it?"

Pei Wencong said proudly: "You still need to ask me? Isn't 7 yuan a small matter?"

Aqiang curled his lips and thought to himself, "There is spring for even cheapskates, and spring for me is not far away either."

. . . . . . .

Pei Wencong was hesitant, but inside Blue Ocean Publishing House, it was another scene.

"What happened to Old Dong? How many days has it been? How come the Seven Inch Blade hasn't signed a reprint contract yet, and the subsequent manuscripts are getting less and less?"

"I asked Dong Yuejin yesterday. He said that Seven Inch Blade is currently busy with studies and does not have as much time for writing as before."

"Why is it not as good as before? I think he just wanted to have trouble with his son. The contract for "Latent" allowed him to take advantage of it. We didn't lose him at all. Is this because he is addicted to food?"

The big boss of the publishing house took a few steps in the office in displeasure, and finally gave the death order.

"Let the old director resolve this matter within a week. If it is not resolved, the follow-up royalties for "Latent" will be withheld."

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

It was not until eight o'clock in the evening that Li Ye's call came to Blue Ocean Publishing House.

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

If you have any requirements, just tell me quickly. Don't fool me with academic issues. Who among us doesn't know the other? "

Li Ye suppressed his laughter 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 wondered and asked, "What does it mean to be interested?"

Li Ye said directly: "I heard from the teacher in class that Hong Kong Island is one of the important economic centers in East Asia. I am studying economics! I want to see it."

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Dong Yuejin was stunned for a long time before he sighed and said, "I knew you were going to make a monster. Don't you know how difficult it is to go abroad?"

Li Ye smiled and said: "It may not be difficult. If you still find it difficult, you can let me talk to the Hong Kong Island side!"

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Dong Yuejin couldn't answer the question. He, the editor-in-chief of this monthly magazine, couldn't make the decision on this kind of thing.

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

Li Ye went to the post office to pay a deposit of 200 yuan, and then started waiting for the call to be transferred.

After a long time, he heard Pei Wencong speaking Mandarin full of Hong Kong flavor across the street.

"Hello. Who is this?"

"I am Seven Inch Blade, I am looking for Mr. Pei Wencong from Talang Literature Publishing House."

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

"International long-distance phone calls are quite expensive. Now I say, just listen."

Li Ye interrupted directly: "First of all, I want 20 points of profit from "Shuo Feng Fei Yang", and I will deposit it with you first. It's up to you whether you want to play tricks or not."

"Second, I'm going to Hong Kong Island during the Spring Festival this year. Please send me an invitation letter."

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Pei Wencong was stunned.

Listening to the unquestionable tone on the phone, he felt as if the person he was talking to was not a literary writer, but the young and Dangerous guy from Causeway Bay.

　Lao Feng finished hanging the bottle for the last day today, and the update will be more powerful starting tomorrow.

　　Because I caught a cold at the beginning of the month, the sales were not bad this time. The eight-day bottle suspension made Lao Feng’s update a bit confusing.

　　Tomorrow I will try to adjust the update time to about eight o'clock first, so that everyone will not stay up late and it will also affect Lao Feng's reading.

　　Then Lao Feng will make up for the owed updates as soon as possible. Please believe that Lao Feng is not lazy, Lao Feng is also very anxious.

　　Because he owed so much debt, Lao Feng was embarrassed to even ask for votes.

　　It's a bit late to post today, so I won't copy it now to thank you for the reward. I'll thank you together tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)