Reborn Cultural Empire

"What kind of bookstore are you, a bookstore?" Eating at the same table with the secretary of the Yuezhou Municipal Party Committee is still a complete family banquet. He was actively invited by the secretary.

Although I had contact with this young man earlier, but with Jiang Jianmo's vision, I think Yang Yi is just a precocious young man who is extremely talented in literature. Such a person, given the vast population base of China, is not easy to come by. There will always be one or two.

But after the unintentional conversation this afternoon, Jiang's father no longer dared to treat Yang Yi as an ordinary boy, and he was suspicious of his novel views and sharp insights on some political issues. Surprised, it seems that this boy has a vague so-called "political sense" that many people in the officialdom dream of, and it is still very strategic.

In such a situation, Jiang Jianmo couldn't even look at Yang Yi from a normal logical point of view, but needed to expand his imagination as much as possible.

That's why in the end, he had the bizarre idea of ​​"should we let this young man and his daughter develop naturally, maybe he can get a successor?"

And when the big stone stuck in his heart was guided a lot by Yang Yi's guidance, Jiang Jianmo, who was sure of the general direction, became interested in Yang Yi's matter again: "Oh, what do you say?" Say, why did you suddenly think of building a bookstore?"

"The book city includes bookstores, roughly a subset relationship?" Yang Yi thought for a while: "The main thing is to have a sales channel that is completely owned by you. Uncle Jiang, you know that in the current book market, printing costs are not included. The rest of the profits are shared by authors, publishers, and terminal distributors. However, in actual operation, the latter two often have irreconcilable conflicts, such as marketing direction, payment collection issues, and because In terms of the return rate caused by product risks...these problems are naturally not good for the sales of books."

Jiang Jianmo glanced at his secretary, and Secretary Tang, who understood the leader's intentions, nodded immediately, indicating that Yang Yi's statement was basically correct.

Jiang's father came from a major in the history department, and he was not very sensitive to economic issues. He didn't know much about a certain industry, so he asked the secretary with his eyes.But there was also a wry smile in my heart—how did the little guy in front of me have such a long brain?Just now, I was discussing policy with myself in a systematic manner, but now when I turn around and talk about book publishing, it looks like I can do it at my fingertips, what a monster.

"So you came up with the idea of ​​writing your own book and selling it yourself in order to save your book from such messy things?" Jiang Jianmo took a bite of food, but put it in the bowl without moving.

"This is just the second thing. Having my own book store, holding the most upstream author resources in this industry, and the most downstream sales channels, can be regarded as finding something for myself." Yang Yi smiled: "Actually Another big reason is that I don’t want to work hard to be a cow for others. If the copyright and sales channels are in my own hands, then marketing a best-selling book can get about 50% of the profits. The sage who helps the world, only wants to be able to make the people around him happy."

Hearing Yang Yi's last words, Jiang Nan's eyelids twitched slightly. She didn't know who Yang Yi mentioned about the people around her.

I don't know if the story between the two was just a hopeless and silent gaze from the beginning.The distant and cold flowers on the other side, the deep and vague dreams, have nothing to do with reality.

And it is impossible for Yang Yi to tell the girl too abruptly: "Actually, you have always been in my memory, growing up with me vividly."

"Heh, you child, you don't have to worry about food and clothing just because of the book "Song Dynasty", and you still think so much?" Jiang Jianmo looked at Yang Yi with interest: "Don't you also think that the more money a person has, the better he is?" Happier?"

"Are we going to start discussing philosophical issues again, Uncle Jiang?" How could Yang Yi confide in his heart, "If you have a certain amount of money, you will be able to face me squarely, and you will be eligible to pursue your daughter." These big truths, so he very cleverly used Tai Chi, which made it difficult for Jiang Jianmo to ask further questions.

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After talking with Jiang Jianmo, Yang Yi didn't know what kind of uproar he would cause in the upper circles that he had looked up to in his previous life. He just looked at the upcoming events from the perspective of ordinary people as much as possible. Events, while standing on the standpoint of the general public, to exert some seemingly insignificant influence.

But now, leaving the inquiring gazes of Jiang Jianmo and his secretary Lin, Jiang Nan in a nightgown is beside him. The twilight is dim, and the wires above the head that divide the sky can no longer be seen.Only on the street not far away, one or two murmurs of passing cars came here through the bushes, eaves and corners of the wall, but they did not disturb this small world of two people at all.

Before eating, Jiang Nan took a shower and changed into this suit of clothes. Jiang Jianmo was still smiling helplessly because his daughter's clothes and socks were kicked all over the floor, which also allowed Yang Yi to see another side of Miss Jiang's toughness.

The contrast between people before and after made Yang Yi unconsciously recall the scene when he saw Jiang Nan smoking for the first time, but although that time was shocking, the scene was not lacking in beauty.

And when he saw the messy clothes all over the floor and smiled bitterly with Jiang Jianmo, the boy felt that it was a complete mistake for these boys to regard Jiang Nan as a goddess. This girl should be described as a queen.

When Jiang Nan appeared in a nightgown, Jiang Jianmo's face turned dark at last, but no matter how serious or even stern his expression was, Jiang Nan just acted as if he hadn't seen it, let alone changed his clothes in a proper manner.

"You're always like this. Uncle Jiang must have a headache?" Jiang Nan was standing here with the excuse of seeing off the guests on behalf of his father, but Yang Yi knew that there seemed to be no harmony between this girl and her father. The level of filial piety for daughters, and the relationship between father and daughter have obviously become more and more estranged - at least when he first came to the door, Jiang Nan hadn't shown his rebellion so brazenly.

"My dad?" Jiang Nan pulled out a lady's cigarette out of nowhere as if he was juggling, and lighted it casually for himself: "Without yours, I just hid this one."

"Girls smoke..."

"Not good." Jiang Nan nodded with a smile: "If you have a father who cares about the world but doesn't sweep the house, you probably won't have a good face for him."

Is that true?Yang Yi smiled wryly, saying that Jiang Jianmo didn't clean the whole house, it was an exaggeration, judging from the fact that the secretary had to wait at the dinner table even if he had free time, he was not a person who ignored family affection at all.

I can't help but think of the two stray cats in the rental housing complex in the previous life. Whenever Yang Yi fed them, the two guys never forgot to say "heh, heh" threats, but their body language was happy. With its tail straightened, it rushed over, stepping on its two front feet alternately.Don't say what you say and do what you say.

"Are you interested in hearing the story of my childhood?" Without waiting for Jiang Nan to answer, Yang Yi continued on his own: "When I was a child, every time I celebrated my birthday, I would go to my grandma in the outer suburbs, and my grandma would give me Make dragon beard noodles to eat."

The setting sun fell drunk, stumbled, and fell behind the west mountain.The two stood in the suddenly darkened courtyard, unable to see the face of the person opposite them clearly.

"At that time, I only wanted to eat hua fruit, sour plum powder, fruit peel, popping candy, wine heart chocolate... I wanted to eat everything, but I didn't want to eat the dragon beard noodles made by my grandma, so Every time there will be more than half a bowl left, and grandma will eat it for me." Yang Yi looked at the far horizon, obviously smiling, but not smiling.

"I didn't know that my grandma ate noodles by herself and bought them from the workshop in the village, but she borrowed the neighbor's old-fashioned noodle making machine to make the noodles for me." Yang Yi let out a long breath: "That machine I touched it once, when I was 11 years old, when my grandmother passed away, I was hanging on it and couldn't move."

Why reborn until I was 16 years old?Why not 10, 9, or earlier?

Yang Yi took another deep breath: "I can't remember the taste of those noodles now, but if I can still eat the noodles made by my grandma, I will definitely not have a bite left."

Jiang Nan took a breath and suddenly felt that his nose was a little blocked. The boy opposite seemed to be thinking about it. His voice was low and his distant eyes made Jiang Nan a little dazed.

"My dad is not as good as your grandma." The girl forced herself to distinguish.

"I didn't know how good my grandma was before." Yang Yi shook his head: "Try to change slowly. We are 16 years old, and there is not much time left for us to be self-willed."

Jiang Nan was originally thoughtful because of Yang Yi's story, but when he heard the last sentence that was a bit Qiongyao and a bit old-fashioned, he couldn't help giving him a light punch.

When the arms touched, both of them tightened.

There have been many small ambiguities between them, but this is the first time that their skin has intersected. At this moment, the beauty of the world between the two of them, the strange touch, a little tickle, makes the heart throb.Jiang Nan only felt that the originally short moment seemed to last for a long time, but it was not that long. In his mind, he had already forgotten what he wanted to say.

"In the future, if you want to go out of the way, go out of the way, but don't worry the people around you." Yang Yi, who was the first to wake up from his ignorance, waved his hand and said goodbye. After turning around, he couldn't help but look back.

The girl just stood there, alone.

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