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!"
On the spacious road, among the crowded commuters, a black Volga trudged forward.
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 has been urging them to sell these books quickly and exchange for some foreign exchange for emergency needs.
So today Chu Heng plans to go to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to report to Mr. Meng 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 to discuss copyright and sign an agreement.
Sell this batch of books first, and 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 the newlywed couple Gao Ling and Yin Huijie standing at the door and talking affectionately. They were like glue.
Looking at this strange combination, Chu Heng couldn't help but sigh.
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.
"昘!"
Volga flashed past the studio door.
Not long after, Chu Heng drove into the compound of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
It was the rush hour at this time, 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.
In 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. He greeted with a smile: "How are you doing lately, leader?"
"It's okay."
Looking at this guy who came in after a rare knock on the door, Meng Huazhi was still a little uncomfortable.
"I brought you some tea. One of my buddies gave it to me. It seems okay." 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, not rare, just a simple communication.
It's just about feelings.
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 the publishing house at Citigroup."
"Let me take a look first."
Meng Huazhi, who had recently been worried about not having enough money to spend, was delighted when he heard this. He quickly took the document bag, opened it, and started reading with his head down.
Chu Heng, minding his own business, picked up the special panda cigarette on the table and lit one, then put it into his pocket and sat there quietly waiting.
"good!"
Not long after, after reading the report, Meng Huazhi smiled broadly, nodded and said: "I have written more than a hundred books in such a short period of time, and there are many high-scoring masterpieces in them. It seems that the comrades are working hard.
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"It's all because of your good leadership!" Chu Heng said flatly.
"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?
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Since he decided to sell books for foreign exchange, he has done a lot of homework on foreign book publishing knowledge.
"I thought so……"
Chu Heng didn't hide it, and immediately explained his thoughts to him.
Then the two of them discussed some other subsequent matters, and it wasn't 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 guest house was officially renovated today, and he had to go and keep an eye on some places, otherwise he wouldn't feel at ease.
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It's around eight o'clock at night.
Citi Capital Washington.
The interior of the Blue Oak Press located near St. John's Church is brightly lit.
"Why!"
Chrissy, who had a big beard, was tall and thin, and looked like a mop pole, sighed and looked at the quiet company, with a sad look on his face.
So far, Blue Oak has almost eaten up 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 it publishes a popular book 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 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, went out and locked the door, got into a cool Mercedes-Benz, and sped towards one of the busiest bars in the city, ready to find a young model to solve the problem.
A relief from sorrow.
Although the publishing house was not making any money, Chrissy was 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 had replaced the coquettish young lady at the front desk came over and handed him several envelopes: "Here are the letters I received today. One of them is the one you have been waiting for."
Letters from China."
"China?!"
Chrissy was so excited that he quickly took the letter and entered the office.
Not long after.
He yelled and walked out of the house.
"Albert! Jinas! Quick, go home and pack your bags immediately and go to China with me!"
