Reborn Cultural Empire

If Jiang Nan was a boy, Jiang Jianmo thought to himself that no matter what, the publication of this manuscript would be made possible, and he would be happy to see "him" and Yang Yi become friends.When a person is fifteen or sixteen years old, if he has a friend or a guide who can guide the direction, the benefits will undoubtedly be huge, and Jiang Jianmo has seen this ability and quality in Yang Yi.

But he had a daughter by himself, and at the same time, because of the long-term absence of his parents, this daughter has become unpredictable, so Jiang Jianmo became even more vigilant, afraid that some stories that shouldn't happen to his daughter would happen.

The more outstanding Yang Yi was, the more vigilant he was.

But Jiang Jianmo is a man, a man in a high position, some words are too blunt and it is not in line with his status, so the secretary is very skillful: "Xiao Yang, since Mumu is willing to be a lobbyist for you , and you also have this ability, I can’t be a villain! I’ll give you a call later, it’s the son of an old classmate of mine, and he has set up his own publishing house now, you can just call him tomorrow.”

Yang nodded his thanks, he was not overly agitated, just simply expressing his gratitude, not for the power of the man in front of him, nor for the looks of the girls around him.

"Have you been classmates with Murmur Junior High School? How is the senior high school entrance examination this time? Are you sure you can enter No. [-] Middle School or foreign language?" Jiang Jianmo began to guide the topic consciously.

"I have always been a classmate, but today seems to be the first time I have spoken." Yang Yi looked at Jiang Nan with some uncertainty. No matter how gentle and amiable this girl was, or how rebellious and weird, he could only stay away from her in his previous life. Just watching from a distance, but now... I feel the wonder of fate in my heart. If you count the years before rebirth, it should be many years.

"Yeah, if we hadn't met by accident today, who would have known that there is a great writer hidden in our class." Jiang Nan just smiled, his eyebrows were picturesque, clear and graceful!It's just that the information conveyed in the eyes is very complicated.

just met?Jiang Jianmo secretly pondered the authenticity of the words of the two juniors, and said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter, since we will all be classmates in No. [-] Middle School in the future, we can help each other more!"

Yang Yi shook his head, and grinned generously: "This is no chance, my math, physics and chemistry are not good, and my total score is estimated to be only in the high school of No. I won’t be in such a hurry to publish this book.”

Jiang Nan was stunned when she heard this. The boy opposite had a clean and bright smile, and there was a special kind of depth in his eyes, which dazzled her.In my heart, I felt a little strange about my state. It was nothing more than two speeches and writing a strange book, but why did I feel inexplicably sad when I heard him say that he missed the No. [-] middle school?

At the juncture of life, are they just two little fishes that are driven in different directions by fate?

Then he remembered that his father was still by his side, so he pretended to sip his pink chun and showed a bright smile: "Now I know the disadvantages of partial subjects, I think you might as well write a book at home, maybe in the future it will be true." Become a great writer."

"Nonsense, even if you want to write, you can do it as a hobby! How can you persuade your classmates not to go to school!" Jiang Jianmo showed the serious face of his father and elders at this moment, but his heart was already relaxed a lot: "Actually, as long as you work hard, you can get into a good university no matter which high school you are in."

But once the worry about his daughter in his heart was gone, Jiang Jianmo, who was born as a scholar, felt a little sorry for Yang Yi again—letting this kid stay in No. [-] Middle School, it would be a pity to look at the dust of the Mingzhu family.

……

Rogo is a fat man.

To be so fat at such a young age really surprised Yang Yi.

Of course, at the same time, Rogo, who was opposite Yang Yi, was also amazed. The kid in front of him actually came to the door with a signature slip from the secretary of the municipal party committee!

If it was any other secretary of the municipal party committee, Rogo would not be surprised to get this job, but it would be a bit unbelievable to replace Jiang Jianmo, the uncle Jiang who watched him grow up.

Those who know him, who don't know that this pedant is deadly rigid, let alone some ordinary sons of wealthy officials, even the son of his immediate boss, may not be able to get such a small note with his signature, let alone Not to mention other irrelevant people.

The kid in front of him, don't just get a cat and dog's signature to deceive himself?

But right away he knew it wasn't.

Because even though the look of distrust in his eyes was only fleeting, he was still keenly captured by the young man in front of him, but he didn't feel any discomfort at being suspected, instead he suggested with a smile: "Let's make a phone call to prove it. "

Struggling to move his chubby body that was young and fat, Rogo shook his head. Being able to have such a heart and attitude is enough to prove that this boy is extraordinary. No matter how important it is.

Then review the manuscript.

Although Rogo is young, only in his early thirties, but this half-ordained businessman has a really sophisticated vision, otherwise he wouldn't be able to run a private publishing house to a considerable scale.So for him, generally, he can immediately judge whether a manuscript has potential and whether it is necessary to publish it just by glancing at the beginning.

But ever since he took over the manuscript handed over by Yang Yi, he has been paying no attention to what is going on outside the window, and has been reading it very quietly all morning, even the author himself is useless to remind him.

It wasn't until it was almost noon that Rogo twirled the last sheet of the manuscript, and he didn't smack his lips until he was sure that there was no next page, and he straightened up, as if he was very dissatisfied with the sudden end.

Good book, really good book!Since I stepped into the publishing industry, I have never seen such an outstanding manuscript.

Obviously it is just a popular science book on history, but this young man is able to tell it so movingly. This style of writing history is full of vigor and vitality, and every word is full of aura, and these aura of words and sentences form the Such a vivid person, one after another ups and downs.

Compared with this book, those previous books that interpreted history, not only smelly, but also tasteless chicken ribs, so hideous that it is difficult to get close to them!How can that kind of historical books attract ordinary people, and how can they take money out of their pockets?

At this time in 97, the domestic book market was just in line with international standards, and the concept of bestsellers was gradually becoming clear. It was precisely because Rogo discovered several commercial books of relatively high quality that the publishing house Gradually became a scale.

But he also knows his difficulties. Although his career seems to be thriving, and he looks like a rising star in the industry, compared with the big brothers like Yuezhou People's Publishing House and Yuezhou Literature and Art Publishing House, it still lacks a solid foundation. heritage.And in certain cultural fields, these are precisely the things that are very important.

Now, this "Song Dynasty" has given my publishing house the capital to become a world-famous Phoenix.

You must not let him run away, you must hold it in your own hands!

"I want this manuscript!" Fatty was very decisive, but he quickly followed up: "You really wrote this manuscript?"

It's not that Rogo is suspicious, but Yang Yi's age is too surprising, and Rogo's words are just a subconscious reaction without going through the brain.

"This is only the first volume. If this cooperation is successful, the follow-up content will be handed over to you! But you are so confident in the manuscript? I have gone to many publishing houses before." Yang Yi's words were self-conscious. Rogo, who made a slip of the tongue, cleared the siege, which also made the fat boss look at Yang Yi again. This student is young and has a good bearing!He is also very good at receiving people and things, and he has written this excellent work that can be called a wonderful book. No wonder even big figures like Uncle Jiang look at him differently.

"It's either a vegetarian meal in the corpse's place, or it's blind to gold and jade." Rogo snorted through his nose, but immediately realized the meaning of Yang Yi's words: "Do you still have the manuscript?"

The young man couldn't help laughing: "The Song Dynasty has been going on for more than 300 years, so where have I written it?"

The fat man was immediately overjoyed.

"But I have two small requests!" Yang Yi knew very well the principle of striking while the iron is hot. Some words, when others are happy and when they are unhappy, the effect is very different.

"Say!" Fatty Rogo has already started his dream of dominating the summer book market at this time, and he is extra generous to his new God of Wealth.

"I also have a 'queen' painter, and I use her works for the illustrations and drawings of the first volume." Thinking of the girl who was oppressed by life and lost her original color, Yang Yi sighed.

Just a few cha paintings, not a problem!The fat man waved his hand to show he didn't care.

"In addition, can we pay part of the manuscript fee in advance based on the number of copies printed for the first time?" This is Yang Yi's ultimate goal in writing the book—to save his mother from worrying about the sponsorship fee.

Rogo was taken aback when he heard this: "Are you in a hurry to use the money?"

"Well, the results of the senior high school entrance examination are about to pass. After I estimated the score, I felt that I didn't pass the line, and I was short of a sponsorship fee." Yang Yi's expression was very calm.

Rogo's expression was a little weird. A kid who could write such a masterpiece, but said that he didn't get enough marks in the senior high school entrance examination, he might be a geek who didn't know enough subjects.

Although it was almost noon, Yuezhou was completely covered by heavy clouds in the sky, only a ray of light as bright as creation at the end of the distant lead cloud. Slowly cruising on the ground until it slanted into the small courtyard where the publishing house is located.

This kind of weather is usually a precursor to the coming showers, so the sycamore trees in the yard are rattling, which is a rare and pleasant weather.Yang Yi was sitting in this yard, explaining with a smile the reason why he needed money, unlike young boys of this age, who always have a special sense of self-esteem, who would struggle to talk about family embarrassment and his own shortcomings. Generally fried up.

But it is different from the sophistication of the old fritters, it is just a very pure nature.

This made Rogo's affection for Yang Yi more obvious, and he immediately made a decision: "No problem! Then the contract, sign it now!"