Contract signed
Only when you come to the capital can you truly appreciate the concept of how valuable land is. Even sixteen years ago, the housing prices were incomparable to other places.
Especially during the peak summer vacation season, the price per night in the hotel where Yu Shu and her mother stayed was more than three times the price of local hotels in Chuncheng.
A group of elderly tourists have gathered in the hotel lobby and a headcount is being taken.
Yu Shu and her mother held an umbrella and took the subway under the scorching sun.
Although the morning rush hour has passed, there are still long queues in the subway passages. Foreigners can be seen from time to time, wearing many Olympic elements.
Yu Shu smelled the body odor, sweat, and unknown foot odor, and looked at her mother in confusion. If she had known earlier, she would have taken a taxi.
She clasped her hands together and stretched her arms as high as she could to buy herself some space.
She was wearing a purple floral sleeveless top that her mother had just bought, a three-layer puffy cake skirt, and a pair of white round-toed shoes. She looked very pure and beautiful.
Although he had a puffy face and looked cold and unapproachable.
Charlie still picked up his camera and walked past the old man wearing a hat, the aunt carrying vegetables, and the middle-aged man with a big belly who was talking loudly on the phone.
He was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a cheerful and enthusiastic face with a hint of shyness, and his reddish-brown hair was soft and shiny.
His Chinese was halting, and his voice was very boyish. "Hello, can I take a photo with you? I'm Charlie from France."
In the bright subway car, people of all heights and shorts are standing on the dark red floor, doing various things.
Hearing this, everyone paused and pricked up their ears to observe.
A foreign backpacker couple was looking through the translation manual and didn't understand what the boy said. They just saw everyone quiet down and felt a little nervous.
Qin Wan turned her back to Charlie. She slowly turned her head and glanced sideways at the reddish-brown-haired boy. His face still had some childishness, but he was 1.8 meters tall.
He was wearing a bright yellow T-shirt, which made him stand out among the crowd.
Yu Shu stopped clapping her hands and opened her mouth in slight surprise.
She had studied English for so many years, but she didn't expect that the first time a foreigner communicated with her, he would speak Chinese.
Charlie stopped at a distance in front of Yu Shu, waiting for her answer.
His eyelashes are also very thick and his eyes are very similar to Lan Xing's.
Qin Wan's heart was filled with complicated emotions, and she smiled encouragingly at her daughter.
Yu Shu thought she was just taking a photo with a destined international friend, so she nodded and said, "Do you need my mom to help take the photo?"
The people who were listening nearby unconsciously made room.
The man and woman with the backpacks looked at the boy and mumbled something, then an exceptionally beautiful Chinese girl appeared from behind the crowd that had dispersed.
The two of them stood at the subway door, looking somewhat unfamiliar.
The bright yellow on Charlie and the lavender on Yu Shu formed beautiful complementary colors, forming a small world of their own in the bustling crowd.
The moment the shutter of the Ricoh camera was pressed, a cold wind blew into the car from the ground, and Yu Shu's hair was blown up by the wind.
The moment the carriage door opened, Qin Wan quickly handed the camera to Charlie and pulled her daughter out.
In the long and old underground passage, Qin Wan pondered this question over and over again.
What should she do since her daughter is so beautiful? She thought deeply about a big problem: premature love!
And Yu Shu was reminiscing about the beauty of the French boy.
Well, it’s okay, no body odor.
And then I forgot all about it.
With the address of Manke Magazine copied down in the notebook, I found the Global Building.
Although the tall building's shape is not attractive, there are more than a dozen companies of various sizes written on the doorplates.
Qin Wan looked at the young people coming and going with admiration.
Wearing neat shirts and long skirts, ties and high heels, and carrying resumes, they entered the elevator in waves.
Manke Magazine was on the 13th to 18th floors, and the mother and daughter followed the crowd into one of the elevators.
The buttons in the elevator were only from 0 to 9. It was not the elevator Yu Shu usually took. She secretly saw others press 1 first and then 3, and the number 13 appeared on the floor display screen.
They are secretly observing others, and others are also observing them.
Especially seeing Yu Shu, a child who was obviously a middle school student, appear here.
Everyone thought to themselves, they are tourists but this is an office area and there are no tourist attractions.
Is he the boss's child? He has nothing to do during the summer vacation so he comes to the company to torture people?
So some people got angry, saying that the indigenous people are just different.
When they reached the 13th floor, the girl who had just pressed the elevator button went out before Yu Shu and the others.
The girl was sitting alone in the waiting room of Manke Magazine.
I held my resume and nervously recited my self-introduction in my mind.
She looked at her watch and saw that there were still fifteen minutes until her scheduled interview time. This was her last interview, and her success or failure would depend on today!
As she was cheering herself up, she saw Yu Shu and Qin Wan being led into the magazine by the front desk.
Editor Sansan came out of the office quickly.
Taking Yu Shu through a cubicle office and a review room, we came to a conference room near the floor-to-ceiling windows.
She was wearing a blue silk shirt, had thin cheeks, slightly high cheekbones, and slightly upturned eyes. She had a very memorable face, like an actress in "Kill Bill".
The moment the blinds are drawn back, the scenery below is revealed.
Qin Wan took a closer look and found that it was a group of old houses, not the new skyscrapers she had just seen.
"Before we officially discuss this, you can take a look at the terms of this contract."
The contract contains many, long and very detailed clauses.
Yu Shu had only signed a labor contract at her uncle's factory before. Knowing that her uncle would not cheat her, she did not read it carefully.
Qin Wan also graduated from a technical secondary school and was assigned to teach at the No. 2 Middle School in the city. The government was still reliable, and she did not have much experience in contracts.
But after all, I am a political teacher who has taught for many years, so I will start from the first item and look at it slowly.
Ask San San questions from time to time.
In addition to requiring the signing of Yu Shu's work "The Princess's Genetic Disease", this contract also requires that Manke Magazine be given priority in subsequent signings, with a validity period of five years.
Yu Shu knew how much impact the paper media would suffer after the advent of the Internet era in a few years, and she didn't want to rely on the same thing. After all, Manke even stopped publishing for a period of time.
However, Manke is still in its heyday and will reach its peak in the next two years.
I held my mother's hand under the table.
"Xiaoyu is still a student after all. She still needs to arrange her subsequent new works according to her own schedule. What will happen if you don't check this priority signing condition?"
Qin Wan stared at San San.
Editor San San felt a little regretful, but still took out another contract that he had prepared in advance from the folder.
"After learning Xiaoyu's age a few days ago, I had an in-depth discussion with the editor-in-chief, and we've also prepared another contract for Xiaoyu. If you sign this contract, the magazine will promote Xiaoyu through other channels and give her more space in each issue."
Qin Wan took the new contract, which obviously meant she had tacitly rejected the previous one.
Yu Shu found that Editor San San was looking at her, as if he had something to say to her.
I said goodbye to my mother and followed San San out of the meeting room.
The tea room was empty. Yu Shu was still holding the tea she had just brewed, but San San still made her a cup of coffee.
"You try it, maybe you will have a different experience."
In the misty white air, her eyes were full of temptation.
"You're a very talented girl. If the magazine promotes you vigorously, your comic career will be much smoother. You can achieve results that many middle-aged cartoonists can't achieve: fame, fortune, talent... and the admiration of many people."
Yu Shu is not someone who wants to make a lot of money. She just wants to be free to do what she likes. Editor San San’s words are useless to her.
But she saw no malice in San San's eyes. After careful consideration, she said, "Editor San San, have you heard of the story of the wounded Zhongyong? Sometimes, I want to be free to create comics that I like. I'm not in a hurry to become a great person. I also like what you said, but... I still stick to my own ideas."
Of course, the main reason is that she feels that she may not be able to paint the subject matter she likes after signing the contract, but I won’t go into that.
San San drank the cup of coffee himself. It was bitter and the aftertaste was still bitter. No wonder the child didn’t like it.
The moment Yu Shu signed her name, San San felt relieved.
"Payment for the monthly manuscript fee must be paid at the end of each month. Each issue must contain three pages, and the manuscript must be submitted at least fifteen days in advance..."
Finally, San San emphasized the issues of manuscript fees and updates.
Yu Shu directly gave her the next four chapters.
San San took it and read it carefully from beginning to end.
The beautiful painting style and composition of the first three chapters are continued, and the personal style is emphasized again in these chapters.
I felt regretful again, wondering why I didn't hold on a little longer.
At such a young age, he has become a memorable cartoonist with his own style. With time, his future is limitless.
She read it, shook her head, and nodded again: "Very good, then save more manuscripts this summer, and you can send them all in advance."
When they were escorting them out of the meeting room, they passed by the cubicle and someone smiled provocatively at San San.
He heard the conversation between the two in the heating room of the tea room. He didn't expect that the little brat was so opinionated.
Thanks to her strong opinions, it seems that he has a chance for the next promotion.
San San rolled his eyes at the man, personally escorted Yu Shu and the others downstairs, asked for the hotel's location, and called a taxi directly.
"Master, the price is eighty. Please take these two guests to the hotel."
She took out the cash and spoke in authentic imperial dialect.
Yu Shu felt that her wallet looked familiar, like that of a luxury brand. Are all editors so rich?
Yu Shu was still happy about her 2,400 yuan in royalties, but she didn't expect that the editor's wallet would be equivalent to almost a year's royalties.
San San stood behind and waved to them. Qin Wan sighed in the car that Editor San San was not an ordinary person.
The driver was a chatterbox and started chatting with them.
"Hey, don't look at me like this, but every local in this capital is a hidden talent. Do you know the leader who took office in a certain place before? Forty years ago, we were neighbors living in the same compound... There's nothing in this capital that Old Li doesn't know..."
Although he likes to brag a bit, Yu Shu still likes listening to the master talk about these things.
And this is probably a characteristic of many people in the imperial capital?
Maybe it really is a dragon from the imperial city.
The master also drives well, fast and steadily.
"Okay, see you later!"
The taxi driver said hello and drove away, but Yu Shu's mind was still filled with the authentic local dialect of Master Li.
How did this...come out in the words?
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