864. Happy New Year! The topic of childbirth in the dead of night
“Publication of translated works requires the consent of the copyright holder.”
Liao Linjun suggested, "Considering that the original author "Negoz" has passed away, you may have to meet with the Tchaikovsky Conservatory of Music Press to discuss this issue in detail, but it should not be a big problem."
Qin Jian counted the time and said, "Sister Lin Jun, do you think I can solve this problem before I go to Vienna?"
On the phone, "The specific time depends on the feedback from Chai Yuan. As long as you get the copyright permission, you can go directly to Hua Yuan Music Publishing House in China."
Liao Linjun told him that he had to take his time, "Write a simple publishing plan for me to look at later."
Qin Jian: "Let me proofread the content in the next few days. When I return to Yanjing after the year, you can help me take a look first. I checked the publishing plan and it seems to be quite troublesome. Now I only have a complete copy.
Translation Notes.”
Liao Linjun: "Okay, let's wait until you come back."
Qin Jian: "Sister Lin Jun, thank you."
After hanging up the phone, Qin Jian rubbed his temples.
If this problem cannot be solved before April, there seems to be no need to worry.
Um.
After clearing the table, Qin Jian dressed neatly and left the bedroom.
In the living room, Fang Xuehua and Qin Gang were watching TV, and He Jing in the next bedroom was still practicing piano.
"Mom, I won't be eating at home that night."
Fang Xuehua: "Yeah, it's okay. Just do your work. We'll wait for you. Do you still drive at night?"
Qin Jian picked up the car key on the shoe cabinet and said, "Drive it, or Xiaoyu's father will drink with me again."
Qin Gang interrupted: "His dad can drink it just by looking at it."
Qin Jian smiled bitterly: "Isn't it possible? Drinking white wine is like drinking water."
As he said this, Qin Jian put on his shoes and opened the door to the living room, and Xie Meng happened to push out the door dressed neatly.
"The big star is going out." Xie Meng teased
Qin Jian chuckled: "We're going out to eat, how about you."
"High school class reunion." Xie Meng replied
Qin Jian looked understanding, and the two of them went downstairs laughing.
The car was parked downstairs, and Qin Jian said politely, "Where are you going? I'll give you a ride."
"Where are you going?" Xie Meng asked.
Qin Jian: "Yuhua Road."
"You're welcome then," Xie Meng smiled and opened the passenger door, "Fulin Headquarters."
"The main store must have been open for thirty years." Qin Jian sighed. He had a dinner there at his junior high school graduation party. "Seat belt."
The car drove out of the community.
——
"Qin Jian, which high school are you from?"
"No. 3 Middle School, what about you?"
"No.1 Middle School."
"Tsk, tsk, you are a top student."
"What's the use of being a top student? Now I can't even find a job."
Speaking of work issues again, Xie Meng sighed.
Qin Jian turned the steering wheel and didn't answer the call for the first time.
After a moment, "Sister Meng, are you going back to Oslo after the New Year?"
Xie Meng: "I won't go back. I might go back in June. I might just wait for my graduation certificate at home."
Qin Jian nodded.
moment
"How about I introduce you to a job?"
"Huh?" Xie Meng was startled, "What kind of job?"
Qin Jian sorted it out and briefly talked to Xie Meng about the Daniel Fortepiano Company's plan to open a branch factory in Yangcheng.
Xie Meng asked: "Is the boss of the company Norwegian?"
Qin Jian: "A Frenchman, he grew up in Bergen and is quite famous locally. You can check it out when you go back, Daniel Porter."
Xie Meng: "Oh, then if I join the job, what position will I take?"
Qin Jian explained: "I can't give you an answer for the moment. Firstly, the factory is still under construction. Secondly, I don't know the specific situation. As far as I know, there are only five foreigners in the company, and they are all technicians on the production line.
personnel."
"However, when the factory is built, we will definitely recruit a group of staff in China. Among them, there will definitely be translation positions and sales positions. Both of these positions are suitable for you."
After a pause, he continued to add, "I can't say anything about salary. I can only say that the two partners are relatively capable, and they are also my teachers."
Xie Meng: "What about you?"
"Me?" Qin Jian looked at the group of people gathered in front of Fulin Restaurant in the distance and slowly slowed down the car, "I can be considered a half-partner. I don't pay for the help."
Xie Meng: "Hahaha——"
Qin Jian stepped on the brakes and said seriously: "There is currently no fortepiano manufacturer in China. Personally, I think the market prospects should be pretty good."
"I understand." Xie Meng picked up her backpack, "I'll go back and think about it."
Qin Jian: "Don't worry, the big boss will arrive in Yangcheng in two days. If you are interested, you can chat with him in person. He is a very interesting old man."
Xie Meng: "okok, thank you in advance, goodbye big star."
Qin Jian: "You're welcome, bye."
The car started again.
——
Xie Meng got out of the car and said hello to some old classmates.
Someone immediately came over and said, "Mengmeng, tell me honestly, who is the handsome guy who sent you here?"
Xie Meng: "Neighbor."
Another person looked at the car driving towards the corner of the street for a long time and murmured, "That person seems to be Qin Jian."
As soon as Qin Jian's name appeared, several people at the scene immediately became excited.
"real or fake?"
"what's the situation?"
"Your neighbor is Qin Jian?!"
Xie Meng was speechless.
However, it is understandable that in a place like Yangcheng where nothing matters, Qin Jian can definitely be regarded as a household name and a top star.
There is no other reason. Qin Jian is a native of Yangcheng.
"I've convinced you."
Xie Meng shook his head and poured a basin of cold water down.
"How can I, who is celebrating the Chinese New Year, have time to send me to have dinner with you guys?"
Suddenly everyone felt that this statement made sense.
But one of them was a little frustrated, "Hey, I also want you to get an autograph for me."
"Oh, there will definitely be a chance in the future."
Xie Meng walked into the restaurant door first, followed by several people behind him.
——
The annual winter vacation class reunion is basically a must-select event for 8090 during the Spring Festival.
At a gathering when we were students, everyone talked about campus and love.
At the party after graduation, everyone talked more about work and family
All night long, Xie Meng listened to his old classmates talking about their work over the past year. Some classmates could even call their children mom. For a while, he felt that he couldn't keep up with everyone's progress.
"Mengmeng, what about you, what are your plans for graduation this year, Yan Hushen?"
As the only highly educated overseas returnee present, Xie Meng felt pressured by such issues.
It was fine in the past years, she hadn't graduated yet, but things are different now.
Thinking about the unanswered emails in her mailbox, she wanted to say that overseas returnees had long since ceased to be popular.
But she doesn’t regret studying abroad these past few years.
"I'm still considering it for now."
Although there was no confidence in her reply.
A friend comforted him: "Anyway, with your conditions, you are better than the rest of us wherever you go. There is really nothing to stay in this shabby place like Yangcheng."
"You can't say that."
Xie Meng retorted, "Actually, staying in Yangcheng also has advantages. It's close to home, prices are low, the pace of life is slow, and the relative pressure is less."
As she spoke, she unconsciously thought of Qin Jian's proposal in the afternoon.
Considering her major and language advantage, it seems that she really has a good choice right in front of her.
——
On the other side, Qin Jian gave Fang Xiaoyu a lesson after eating and drinking.
Just after class ended, the cell phone on the piano rang.
The master and apprentice looked at the screen at the same time.