These six words struck Wang De'an hard on the top of his head.
Wang De'an slapped his thigh suddenly.
He was so excited that he stood up abruptly, causing his chair to slide a long way.
Exactly! So what if I don't go to accept the award? What's there to be afraid of!
That word of refusal is worth a hundred times more than the trophy itself!
Which writer these days isn't desperately trying to get on the red carpet?
He wished he could print his face on the cover of every book.
But the more they try to do this, the less readers buy it.
"If I don't receive the prize because I don't go, then I might as well not have it."
Listen to that tone!
Wang De'an paced back and forth in his office, his face flushed red.
He could already imagine what would happen when these words reached the ears of the Ink Rhyme Award organizing committee.
If this gets out to the media, it will cause a huge sensation.
This could even be the biggest news in the literary world this year!
Just then, the computer beeped again.
It was a supplementary email from Jian Shen.
Wang De'an quickly rushed back to the table.
The email was quite long and concerned the previously mentioned "going global plan".
In order to retain this "god of wealth," Wang Dean specifically mentioned in his previous email that...
The royalty rate for Jian Shen has been raised to the maximum of 18%.
They also contacted several major publishers in Europe and America, preparing to promote "The Ferryman" to the world.
He had thought he would be very happy to see Shen.
But this bucket of cold water chilled him to the bone.
Regarding going global.
Distribution channels aren't the problem, nor is money. The biggest obstacle is translation.
Although *The Ferryman* wears a Western exterior, its essence flows with Eastern blood. It ferrys not only people across, but also the threads of cause and effect.
What I don't want my overseas readers to read is a distorted version of instant coffee. The Soup of Oblivion is not a potion of forgetfulness, and the Underworld is not hell.
That unique sense of desolation and destiny belonging to Chinese civilization, once diluted,
This book is just a second-rate fantasy novel abroad.
If we can't find someone who can capture this essence, then going global...
Better to have none than something of poor quality.
Wang De'an stared at the screen, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.
He did get a little carried away just now.
They just want to capitalize on the hype to sell the copyright for a high price and make some foreign exchange.
But they forgot that cultural export is not as simple as turning Chinese characters into letters.
If the translation is poor, not only will the book not sell.
It further tarnished the reputation of "Insightful" magazine.
"I was too naive..."
Wang De'an slumped into a chair, staring at the lines of sharp text on the screen.
An unprecedented sense of awe rose in my heart.
This Mr. Jian Shen, with his vision and perspective, is like an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years.
He wasn't just writing a book; he was protecting the very essence of that culture.
Wang De'an took a deep breath.
He pulled out an unopened pack of cigarettes from the drawer, his hands trembling slightly, and struggled to open it for a long time.
Since Professor Jian Shen has made his point clear, this is no longer about money.
This is a matter of face.
Wang De'an did not hesitate any longer.
He stubbed out his cigarette and retrieved a list from an encrypted private cloud document.
My gaze swept over the names of industry leaders one by one, then skipped over them one by one.
Not enough. Not enough at all.
These people can translate the words literally, but they can't capture the essence of reincarnation and destiny.
Finally, his gaze settled on the very end of the list.
On that name that has already been marked as "retired".
If it were him...maybe it would work.
but……
He took a deep breath and picked up the internal phone.
"Xu Lan, don't come to the club tomorrow."
Wang De'an's voice was hoarse, carrying a desperate, ruthless edge.
"Editor-in-chief? Me?"
Xu Lan was drowsy.
"Go and do something difficult for me."
"I went to Suzhou and Hangzhou early this morning to invite Mr. Yang Xianyi to come out of retirement!"
Tell the old man that if he is willing to read the book, he can ask for whatever fee he wants.
If he doesn't translate it, the book will never leave the country!
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