After the adjustment of the night, Sijiu City is finally no longer so hot in the morning. This is a rare moment since July when people can feel the coolness except on cloudy and rainy days.
However, this coolness will not last long. It is estimated that around eight o'clock, the temperature will rise again, and the whole city will turn on sauna mode.
"Tu tu tu tu tu!"
On the spacious road, among the crowded commuters, a black Volga was moving forward with difficulty.
Today, Chu Heng’s destination is the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
After such a long period of hard work, Jiang Fanghao finally collected a hundred books that were above the passing mark. In addition, the ministry had been urging them to sell these books quickly and exchange for some foreign exchange for emergency needs.
So Chu Heng plans to go to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to report to Mr. Meng today and ask for his instructions. If there is no problem, he will send a telegram to Chrissie of Citigroup and ask him to come over. Negotiate copyright, sign an agreement, sell these books first, and by the way, also send out his first Harry Potter book, which has been drafted several times.
Around half past seven.
Chu Heng finally arrived near the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. When he passed by the studios, he happened to see Gao Ling and Yin Huijie, the newlyweds, standing at the door and talking flirtatiously. One is as gluey as paint.
Looking at this strange combination, Chu Heng couldn't help but feel emotional.
What Mr. Lu Shuren said is indeed true. Everything in the world is a combination that complements each other. For example, the couple Gao Ling, a man-in-law and an Erqianzi, really complement each other!
Another example is a Cadillac and a bathing center. Putting these two things together is illegal just by listening to them.
“歘!”
Volga flashed past in front of the studio door.
Not long after, Chu Heng drove into the compound of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
It was the peak time for work, and there were many people in the courtyard.
After Chu Heng drove the car to the office building and parked it, he got out of the car with his bag, said hello to a few acquaintances, and hurried upstairs.
At this time, Leader Meng had just arrived and was reading today's newspaper in the office, enjoying the rare leisure time of the day.
At his position, he really has very little free time.
“Dong dong dong!”
There was a knock on the door.
"Wow!"
Meng Huazhi immediately put down the newspaper, sat up straight, quickly got into working mode, and then said in a deep voice: "Come in."
"Squeak. !”
Chu Heng opened the door and strode in, smiling and saying, “How are you doing lately, leader”
"It's fine."
Looking at this guy who rarely knocked on the door and came in, Meng Huazhi was still a little uncomfortable.
“I brought you some tea. One of my buddies gave it to me. It feels good.” After a long time, Chu Heng took out a can of catechu leaves from his pocket and put it on the table. It was not expensive and also It's not a surprise, it's just a matter of connecting with each other.
Then he took out a report written by Jiang Fanghao and handed it over: "Look at this again, it's about those books. If there is no problem, I will contact Citigroup's publishing house. Come over.”
“Let me take a look first.”
Meng Huazhi, who had been worried about not having enough money recently, was delighted when he heard this. He quickly took the document bag, opened it, and started reading with his head down.
Chu Heng picked up the special panda cigarette on the table and lit one, then put it into his pocket and sat aside quietly waiting.
"Not bad!"
Not long after, Meng Huazhi, who had read the report, smiled broadly, nodded and said: "He actually wrote more than a hundred books in such a short period of time, and the contents There are also many high-scoring masterpieces. It seems that the comrades are working hard!"
"It's all because of your good leadership!" Chu Heng said dryly.
"Haha, it turns out that you can speak human language." Meng Huazhi, who was in a good mood, put down the report with a smile and asked: "Tell me, how do you plan to negotiate with the other party for these books? How much are the royalties? "Since he decided to sell books for foreign exchange, he has done a lot of research on foreign book publishing.
"That's what I think..."
Chu Heng didn't hide it, and immediately explained his thoughts to him.
Then the two discussed other subsequent matters, and it was not until more than half an hour later that he came out of the room.
Then, he went to the winery project team and asked Qian Ding to send a telegram to Citigroup. He hurriedly left the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and went to the guest house of the Grain Management Office.
The renovation of the guest house officially started today, and he had to go and keep an eye on some places, otherwise he would not be at ease.
……
It’s past eight o’clock at night.
Citi Capital Washington.
The interior of Blue Oak Press, located near St. John's Church, is brightly lit.
“Hey!”
With a big beard, tall and thin, like a mop pole, Chrissie sighed and looked at the quiet company, with a sad look on his face.
Up to now, Blue Oak has almost finished the dividends brought by Avima Diary, and has fallen back to the position it should have from the glorious period of rapid development.
After all, Blue Oak is just a small publishing house. Even if a popular book is published one after another, it cannot change the fact. After all, its fame and size are there.
Therefore, many famous writers should look down on his humble place. No matter how much royalties he offers, he can't compete with those behemoths like Random House.
Now, Blue Oak, which was once glorious, can only see the leftovers and the leftover books, and it has to compete with other publishing houses.
So much so that the current Blue Oak cannot even make a small profit, and most of the time it can only break even.
In other words, they are only one step away from losing money and going bankrupt.
“I don’t know what’s going on with Chu, I hope you can act quickly.”
Chrissy, who was in urgent need of a large number of books to fill his library, quickly walked to the door, turned his head and looked to the east, and his thoughts drifted to the distance, to the man who was full of personal charm.
After a moment, he looked away after being dazed for a while, turned off the power switch of the company, came out and locked the door, got into a cool Mercedes-Benz, and sped towards one of the busiest bars in the city, preparing to Find a young model to relieve your worries.
Although the publishing house is not making money, Chrissy is not in despair.
His small newspaper that reported gossip news was well run by him, and now he is considered a moderate figure in the entertainment industry.
After a night of partying.
Chrissie dragged her empty body to Blue Oak Publishing House again.
It was already past nine o'clock in the morning, and the employees had already started working. Some were reviewing manuscripts, some were correcting errors, and some were contacting writers to request manuscripts, creating a falsely busy scene.
“Boss!”
As soon as he entered the room, a black aunt who replaced the original coquettish young lady at the front desk came over and handed him several envelopes: “Here are It’s the letter I received today, one of which is the letter from China that you’ve been waiting for.”
“Huaxia?”
Chrissy was so excited that he quickly took the letter and entered the office.
Not long after.
He walked out of the house yelling.
"Albert! Jinas! Quick, go home and pack your bags immediately and go to China with me!"