Chapter 152: Li Ye is the boss of Young and Dangerous?

Hong Kong Island, Sai Wan, Tallang Literary Publishing House.

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

"Amin, call and order food. We're having squab for lunch today."

"Wow, boss, you are so stingy! We have been so busy this month, and you only give us squab?"

Pei Wencong smiled and scolded, "If you don't want to eat squab, how about pork chop rice? Are you going to eat shark fin?"

Amin said pitifully, "When can we eat shark fin? When I first came here, you kept saying you would take us to eat lobster and shark fin, but the number of times we ate pigeon was so few and far between."

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. Don't shake it!"

Amin immediately picked up the phone and ordered food happily.

There were only three of them in the publishing house. It was true that they were extremely busy this month, but she also knew the financial situation very well.

The semi-monthly magazine published by the publishing house was constantly reprinted, and newsstands and bookstores kept urging for delivery. In the end, the semi-monthly magazine was almost as popular as a daily newspaper, and was reprinted every day.

Pei Wencong, who used to have a stern face all day long, would laugh to himself at any time.

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

And considering Pei Wencong's kindness, the red envelope this time will definitely not be small. It should be enough to buy some clothes for the child and hire a tutor to help him with his homework.

"Bang~"

"I'm fucking your mother. Are you guys done yet? Do you think my writing is not good enough? Don't you know how hard I work?"

Amin on this side was happily ordering food, but Aqiang on the other side slammed the table.

Since the serialization of "North Wind Flying", A Qiang wrote his own novel at night, and was responsible for coordinating the layout with the printing factory during the day, as well as opening and reading letters from enthusiastic readers.

The first two issues were fine, and the letters from readers were basically expressing their feelings and requesting more prints and updates.

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

Among ten letters from readers, three of them cursed Aqiang.

At first, Aqiang accepted the lesson and made changes while writing at night, but as more and more letters from readers came, 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 scoundrel who had not even graduated from junior high school.

This made Aqiang very depressed, because he really didn't graduate from junior high school. But over the years, Aqiang didn't just draw comics.

He has been constantly improving himself and has accumulated a lot of writing skills, 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, sighed, and took out a few textbooks.

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

Ah Qiang took it in a bad mood, and after taking a look, he said in surprise, "A mainland middle school textbook? Do I have to go through middle school again?"

Pei Wencong whispered, "These history books are different from our history books. Don't show them to others, and don't argue with others about the views in the books."

A Qiang was stunned for a moment, then nodded silently. Through the lessons learned in the past few days, he had actually realized the gap between himself and the author of "North Wind Flying".

Especially when it comes to historical knowledge, there are many knowledge points that I don’t know where to find until I need them.

"Ring, ring, ring~"

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

"Hello, this is Talang Literary Publishing House."

"Hello, Mr. Pei. I'm from Shulian Sales. May I ask if I can discuss the agency sales of your bimonthly magazine "Treading the Waves"?"

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

Book Union Sales is one of the largest book and newspaper retail companies in 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 small companies like Talang Publishing House used to be eager to ask for book sales, but now they are taking the initiative to come to them. If Pei Wencong hesitates for a second, all the years of struggling at the bottom of the quagmire will be wasted.

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

"We at Talang have the copyright to "North Wind Flying"."

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

"Then can you guarantee that the series will be published normally? If you break your promise midway, you will have to pay compensation for breach of contract."

“.”

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

Pei Wencong couldn't give up this opportunity.

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

Once you miss it, God will not forgive you.

"Then please come to our Central headquarters at 2 o'clock on Wednesday afternoon to discuss the specific details of the contract."

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

After hanging up the phone with Shulian Sales, Pei Wencong immediately called the Blue Ocean Publishing House in mainland China.

After a long wait, the call was finally connected.

"Hello, I'm from Hong Kong Island Tallang Literary Publishing House."

Pei Wencong gave his name, and then he heard a flurry of noise coming from the other end of the line, as if the person who answered the phone was calling his leader.

Pei Wencong felt much better.

Ever since he told Blue Ocean he could pay in U.S. dollars, he could clearly feel the importance they attached to him.

However, the copyright issue has not been settled yet, which makes Pei Wencong a little worried.

"Hello! Mr. Pei, how are you doing recently? How are the sales of "North Wind Flying"? "

"It's just so-so, but our publishing house attaches great importance to exchanges 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 in stock, so it is not convenient for me to increase investment."

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

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

Blue Ocean Publishing House also said: "We have obtained some manuscripts, and there should be no problem with the copyright. However, your offer of US$10,000 per quarter is too low, isn't it?"

“Is ten thousand dollars still too low?”

Pei Wencong's mind raced, recalling that when he offered 10,000 US dollars, the other party didn't seem to think it was too little.

"We can negotiate the price, but please make sure you get the copyright."

"Okay, sure!"

After hanging up the phone, Pei Wencong broke out in a sweat unconsciously.

He was a little afraid, afraid that the duck he had caught would fly away, and he might even face breach of contract compensation and would not be able to repay the bank's debt for the rest of his life.

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

Then Pei Wencong ordered Ah Qiang: "Qiangzi, call Brother Nan and redeem the Corolla."

Aqiang, 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 Corolla has been sold, and he has a second-hand Mercedes-Benz for 70,000 yuan. Do you want it?"

Pei Wencong said proudly: "Do you need to ask me this? Isn't 70,000 yuan a small matter?"

Ah Qiang curled his lips and thought to himself, "Even stingy people have their spring, and my spring will not be far away."

. . . . . . .

Pei Wencong was hesitant, but inside the Blue Ocean Publishing House, the scene was completely different.

"What's wrong with Mr. Dong? It's been so many days, why hasn't the Seven-Inch Blade signed the reprint contract yet? And the subsequent manuscripts are getting less and less?"

"I asked Dong Yuejin yesterday, and he said that Qicundaofeng is busy with his studies now, and he doesn't have as much time to write as before."

"What do you mean worse than before? I think he just wants to make trouble for his son. He took advantage of the contract for Hidden. We didn't let him down at all. Is he addicted to food?"

The big boss of the publishing house walked around the office unhappily for two steps, and finally gave a death order.

"Tell the boss to solve this problem within a week. If he doesn't, the subsequent royalties for "The Hidden" will be withheld."

“.”

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

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

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

What exactly do you want? Just tell me right away. Don't try to fool me with academic questions. Don't we know each 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 was confused 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 go and see it."

“.”

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

Li Ye smiled and said, "It may not be that difficult. If you still think it's difficult, you can let me talk to Hong Kong Island!"

“.”

Dong Yuejin was at a loss for words. As the editor-in-chief of a monthly magazine, he had no say in such matters.

It was only after a meeting the next day that Li Ye got the phone number of Hong Kong Talang Literary Publishing House.

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

After a long time, he heard Pei Wencong speaking Mandarin with a Hong Kong accent.

"Hello, who is this?"

"I'm Seven Inch Blade, I'm looking for Mr. Pei Wencong from Talang Literary Publishing House."

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

"International long-distance calls are expensive. Now I'm talking, so just listen to me."

Li Ye interrupted directly: "First, I want 20 points of profit from "North Wind Flying", and I will keep it with you first. Whether you want to play tricks or not is up to you."

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

“.”

Pei Wencong was confused.

Listening to the unquestionable tone of the voice on the phone, he felt as if the person he was talking to was not a literary writer, but a gangster boss from Causeway Bay.

Lao Feng finished his last day of intravenous drip today. The updates will be more powerful starting tomorrow.

Because I caught a cold at the beginning of the month, I didn't play the victim this time. The eight-day IV drip made Lao Feng's updates a bit messy.

I will try to adjust the update time to around 8 o'clock tomorrow to prevent everyone from staying up late and affecting Lao Feng's reading.

Then Lao Feng will make up for the overdue updates as soon as possible. Please believe that Lao Feng is not lazy and he is also in a hurry.

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

It’s a bit late to post today, so I won’t copy the reward and thanks for now, I’ll thank them together tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)