"Hello, this is Blue Oak, two hundred books, right..."
"How much do you want? Fifty? Please, we are very busy and don't have time to take on a small business like yours!"
"Did you get the money? Okay, I'll have someone check it later. If there's no problem, I'll ship it out immediately."
"Printing shop? Yes, yes, Blue Oak, how many more copies have been printed? Can it be faster? More money? No problem!"
Inside the Blue Oak Newspaper office, several old employees and several newly recruited employees were busy with their feet on the floor at the moment, and they were all tired and sweating profusely.
Xiao Hei, who was thirsty after answering phone calls all morning, was physically exhausted, but was in a good mood.
Because his job was saved.
Even though the boss here is very harsh, even though the salary is not high, even though the working environment is dirty and bad, it's still better than being a stripper, right?
"Hahaha!"
In the office, looking at the increasing number of orders and the channels that delivered them to her doorstep, Chrissy rolled over on the small bed in the room with excitement.
At this moment, he finally experienced the comfort of lying down and making money that Chu Heng said.
No money for more printing?
We provide you with loans!
Can't find a suitable printing house?
We will contact you!
No channel?
We'll open it up for you!
In this way, under the control of an invisible big hand, one piece of pie after another was delivered to Chrissy's mouth, and all he had to do was lie down and eat it.
"Boom!"
At this time, there was a knock on the office door. A newly recruited female staff member opened the door and walked in. She smiled charmingly and said to Chrissy: "Boss, the people from Random House are here.
."
"Invite them to come in and make some more cups of coffee." Chrissy sat up quickly.
"OK."
Big Wave smiled charmingly at him, turned around and left with his plump buttocks.
Chrissie stared straight at her back.
After a while.
Sister Lang walked in with two men, one tall and one short, one middle-aged and one young, in suits and leather shoes, with arrogant expressions, looking like social elites.
They should also be proud. As a well-known international publisher, Random House has a natural sense of superiority when facing Blue Oak, a small and broken publishing house that has never been heard of before.
"Hello, Mr. Boley, I am Louis Little, the head of Random House's Washington branch. I came here today on behalf of the company to talk to you about the overseas publishing of Avima's autobiography." The middle-aged man said.
As soon as he entered the room, he went straight to Chrissy and stretched out his hand to him. Although there was a smile on his face, he felt alienated and very powerful.
"Hello, Mr. Little!"
Krissy stared at the fake smile and unabashed arrogance on the other person's face, and immediately felt that this person was very annoying, but she had to be patient and make excuses with him.
Who told him to use other people’s overseas distribution channels?
Alas, in the world of men, we always have to face various compromises.
…
"Bang!"
"Wow!"
"Boom!"
"asshole!"
In a baroque-style room, Andrew looked like an angry brown bear, with red eyes, breathing heavily, roaring crazily, and hitting all the objects around him that could make a sound.
Thanks to the KGB's excellent intelligence-gathering capabilities, Andrew got hold of Avima's autobiography before it even started shipping.
After reading the entire article, he became what he is now.
At this moment, his mood was very complicated, angry, aggrieved, and even a little bit regretful.
If he had known that he would cause such a scandal, he would have castrated himself and not touch Avima!
Who in the family understands?
A good romantic encounter suddenly turns into a fairy dance!
And he even jumped twice!
collapse!
"Smelly bitch! Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"
After breaking the last wine glass, Andrew, who had nothing to break, gritted his back molars viciously, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and a raging anger was rapidly eroding his sanity.
But after a while, he sat down slumped again, helplessly giving up the thoughts of revenge that were crazily growing in his heart.
He is now in the whirlpool of public opinion. Whether it is domestic or foreign, no one knows how many pairs of eyes are staring at him. If he does anything extreme at this time, it must be those domestic political opponents and foreign countries who have been eyeing him covetously.
His enemies will definitely try their best to push him to the forefront!
Therefore, the wisest way to deal with it now is to deny it first, then do nothing and let things cool down naturally.
When people gradually forget about this mess of inexplicable things, it will be a good time for him to take action!
"Sooner or later I will make you pay the price!" Andrew said coldly, and the enchanting figure of Avima slowly emerged in his mind, and then the figure quickly disappeared and was replaced by a tall and heroic man.
"And you!"
…
While Avima's autobiography is arousing heated discussions overseas, China is quiet, and few people even know about the book.
Of course, as the initiator, Chu Heng is naturally paying attention to this book. He basically has to find someone every few days to inquire about the sales volume of this book and the various topics it has raised.
October 2nd, the autumn air is crisp and clear.
"I'm leaving first!"
Just after breakfast, Chu Heng didn't even have time to kiss Chu Zhecheng and Huniu on the face, so he hurriedly left home with his bag and drove the Volga to the Cuban Embassy.
Avima and Anna were going to Hong Kong Island to make their first stop today, and he had to go and see them off.
The car sped along, and in less than twenty minutes, Chu Heng arrived at the place.
At this time, Avima and Anna were ready to go. In front of the Cuban Embassy, many friends and colleagues gathered to see them off.
"Oh, you're finally here, Chu! You're always so unpunctual."
Seeing that Chu Heng had arrived late and was surrounded by friends like stars, Ivy and Anna looked at him with disdain, then quickly squeezed out of the crowd and came towards him who had just gotten out of the car.
"Sorry, I got up late." Chu Heng apologized and hugged them one by one. Because there were other people around, they couldn't talk about too in-depth topics, so the three of them winked and exchanged a few words.
After saying goodbye and saying goodbye, Anna and Avima separated and prepared to get in the car and rush to the airport.
"Evilima!"
Just as the car was about to set off, a white young man suddenly stepped forward and warned with an earnest look: "When you get to the place, don't forget to find Becky. I have already sent a telegram to her. She is looking forward to becoming friends with you.
"
"I will, bye, Craig." Avima smiled and waved, and the car started slowly and drove away.
Chu Heng glanced at the young man who just spoke, with a half-smile on his face.
This guy's name is Logan Clegg, the secretary of the Finnish Agency, and he is a classmate and good friend of Becky, the daughter of Farid Schroeder, an official of the Hong Kong Financial Department.
As early as more than a month ago, Avima and the others followed Chu Heng's instructions and took the initiative to approach him in order to contact Schroeder's daughter Becky through him.
Now it seems that the two of them have been very successful.
