"Ann, you want to publish books in Europe and North America?"
When he found the right time, An Jingzhi personally visited the house with the science fiction books he had translated.
Christophe was working at the embassy. He hurriedly said goodbye to An Jingzhi when he left, leaving his wife to discuss the book sale with An Jingzhi.
"That's right. The science fiction I wrote doesn't require any cultural background. People all over the world can understand it."
After arriving, An Jingzhi first thanked the two for recovering the debt for the military uniforms, and then packaged each of his novels in special collector's edition packaging, signed his name on them, and sent them to them.
Christopher's wife was very surprised when she saw the packaging of the novels.
It was still in the living room where the two were talking, and she would take a look at it from time to time.
An Jingzhi also put a lot of effort into designing these packages, all of which are in European court style. Obviously, he made the right gift.
But when it came to serious business, Christophe's wife was like a different person.
The other person sat up straight, resumed his elegant aristocratic posture, and took the book handed to him by An Jingzhi.
She opened it and took a look. It was exactly the same as the one published in the newspaper recently. The difference was that this one had been translated into the language she was familiar with.
"Ann," Christophe's wife put down the book in her hand and said cautiously, "I have to admit that this novel is completely different from the ones you wrote before. As you said, it doesn't require any cultural background. Even your translation is just right."
"But just because people in China like it doesn't mean people in other countries will like it too."
"Of course, as a Frenchman, my husband and I both like your work, but we cannot represent other people's preferences."
"There's a saying in China that business is business. You have to convince me why I should help you publish your book," she said seriously.
An Jingzhi smiled slightly and was not frightened by the other party's change of attitude. He had already prepared a plan in his mind.
"Madam, since I found you, I am naturally prepared."
"Let's talk about this novel first. Is it considered an excellent work?"
The other party nodded slightly, and An Jingzhi continued, "I will be responsible for the translation of the books, and Madam Youyou will be fully responsible for the rest. I only want 40% of the share of the book sales."
The other person's lips were slightly open and his eyes were wide open. It was obvious that he had not expected An Jingzhi to say such a thing.
No persuasion is as direct as money.
The other party may seem to be his fan, but that is only when the other party's interests are not involved.
The international situation was chaotic, and it was extremely difficult for him to publish and distribute foreign books alone. He might even lose the copyright of the book if he was not careful, not to mention the royalties and reputation.
An Jingzhi did not publish books abroad for the money, as he had already earned enough money in China.
Not to mention the income of the newspaper, just the sales of his books alone make around seven or eight hundred dollars a month, and on a more prosperous month, two or three thousand dollars. These are all net profits.
Choosing to publish a book abroad is just to add an extra layer of protection for myself.
Even the guidance he gave in it was intended for this purpose.
Although it may remind other countries to enhance their scientific and technological capabilities, these are people's livelihood technologies and are almost impossible to complete within 20 to 30 years.
As for 20 or 30 years from now, I believe China will have been completely transformed and catching up smoothly will not be a problem.
"Thirty percent." Christophe's wife said after a moment's silence.
An Jingzhi said, "Madam, this condition is too harsh. I have given my utmost sincerity. If you disagree, I will have to find someone else. I believe there are many people who can publish books in North America and Europe, right?"
The other person stared at An Jingzhi for a while, and suddenly burst into laughter: "An, I'm just joking with you, don't take it too seriously. Okay, just as you said, is this all the content?" She picked up the book and asked.
An Jingzhi shook his head and said, "In China, I divided it into three volumes, upper, middle, and lower. Here, all three volumes are combined into one and sold as a single volume."
I believe that by the time the book is published, the serialization in China will have almost been completed.
The reason why he chose to release it in the country first was because he was afraid that someone would be shameless and kick him out directly.
The domestic distribution has ended, and the overseas distribution has just begun. Even if you want to do something clever, there is nothing you can do.
Although China is currently backward, there are many foreigners here.
Leave the matter to the other party, sign the contract, and then just wait patiently for the rest of the time.
This article describing future technology did not cause as much of a stir as Sanniang had expected.
With the various imaginative ideas in An Jingzhi's previous novels, this one is just about the same level for the people who have already been spoiled by their tastes.
"Mr. Shanhe's novels are still as attractive as ever."
"Are the cell phones here like clairvoyance and super hearing? They're much more convenient than the phones we have now."
"Hey, now that you mention it, it's quite similar. Isn't it just the Clairvoyance and the Super Ear?"
"Why do I feel like it's not as good-looking as before? Or is it more interesting for people from the Republic of China to travel back to ancient times?"
"Go away, what's not beautiful about this?"
"I didn't say it wasn't good, I just felt it wasn't that engaging."
During this period, An Jingzhi was often invited by Christophe and his wife to their home to discuss book publishing. As soon as he came out of their house and walked not far, he heard several people discussing his novel on the street.
He smiled but didn't go forward. He turned the corner and walked into an alley. There were many people on both sides of the alley.
A shoeshine man saw his stylish appearance and greeted him warmly, "Would you like your shoes shined, sir? We will definitely shine them until they are sparkling!"
An Jingzhi thought about it, then sat down. While the other person was polishing his shoes, he asked, "Is there a man named Xu Ergou here? Do you know where he lives?"
The other party did not answer his question immediately, but asked: "Sir, do you have anything to do with him?"
"We don't have anyone named Xu Ergou here, but we do have a Xu Erge. Maybe he is the person you are looking for, sir." The man selling groceries nearby couldn't help but say.
The man in leather shoes glared at the man obscurely, then raised his head and asked with a flattering smile, "Sir, do you have something to do with Brother Xu?"
An Jingzhi found it a little funny when he saw the alertness that flashed across the other person's eyes. It seemed that Xu Ergou was quite popular.
Now the money from the textile factory is coming back, and I have established myself on a firm footing. I am just waiting for the book to be published in North America and Europe before taking the next step forward.
But those things can't be rushed, and now that he has some free time, he's thinking about finishing up the antique business.
The original owner was deceived by others and bought a lot of antiques home. He had some brains and knew that he could not appreciate antiques, so he paid someone to help him choose, and the person he found happened to be Xu Ergou.
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