Reborn Cultural Empire

83. Ace of spades

"What's wrong with the manga?" Yang Yi didn't want to worry his mother, so he pretended not to understand: "Where did you hear such a mess?"

Did Rogo call him?So I accidentally revealed it?Yang Yi immediately denied this inference, the fat man was not a person who couldn't tell the difference between good and bad, and he would never tell his mother if he told anyone.

That is?

No matter who it is, it's better not to explain this kind of thing that makes people upset after hearing it.

"It's your uncle who told me, your uncle." Yang Min was a little dissatisfied with his son's concealment from him, and raised his voice a bit, but then thought of the troubles Yang Yi was facing, and immediately lowered his voice to blame: " What can't you tell your mother? Do you need to hide it from me?"

Yang Yi smiled wryly and shook his head: "It's not that I want to hide it from you, the main thing is that I told you to make you worry in vain, why bother."

Yang Min was silent for a moment, then sighed: "I know Mom can't help you with anything now, but there are some things that are kept in my heart, and it's not good for you, is it..."

Yang Yi hurriedly waved his hands to admit his mistake: "Okay, okay, I'm wrong. After I make a mistake, I will consult my mother as soon as possible for everything." Then he asked strangely: "How did uncle know about this?"

After hearing Yang Yi's question, Yang Min hesitated for a moment instead: "It is said that the publishing house of the island country has taken a fancy to the comic you made, right?"

Yang nodded a little: "It's probably like this."

"Then why don't you sell it to others? Isn't it good if someone wants to buy your book?" Yang Min asked suspiciously, "Do you think the price is too low?"

Yang Yi was amused to hear that the mother's generation always talked about the word money, even though his mother was already a small landlord's wife, she still couldn't change the habit accumulated over the years. The philistine has gone too far, but who knows, this is a habit that will be left after experiencing the tempering of life, which makes people feel sad and slightly sad.

"It's not a question of price." Yang Yi shook his head: "It's a question of copyright, a question of copyright..."

Then he shook his head, a little funny, if the people from Shueisha gave [-] million, would he sell the copyright himself?Alas, in the final analysis, it is still a matter of price: "Even if it is a matter of price, they want to take away something that costs [-] yuan for [-] yuan."

"Hey, why are you so shameless? Don't even bother with them." Yang Min immediately resumed his nature of protecting the family when he heard this, and his eyes widened.

"Then what's going on with Uncle?"

Yang Yi's doubts made Yang Min helpless to remain silent again, she couldn't help remembering the phone call just now...

His elder brother's voice was a little hesitant, and finally he said what he meant, that he wanted his nephew to sell the copyright of a book to a foreign businessman.

It's just that this kind of thing needs to go around such a big circle?Yang Min didn't ask any more questions, and Yang Weihong didn't say much, just expressed his intentions humbly.But the two brothers and sisters are not stupid, and they have doubts in their hearts.

Until now, I heard my son personally confirm it.

"Isn't your uncle in the Jiangning Hotel? It's the reception window unit of the Municipal Propaganda Department. Just now he said that someone greeted him. If you sell your book to foreigners and it will help them to promote positively, then keep your uncle. existing positions."

Yang Yi scoffed in his heart, if his mother was still in the factory, the factory party committee might come looking for her, and Shinnai Nomura's group could really make a fuss.

But I don't know that there is actually a local snake pointing Mijin behind his back.

"What do you think, mom?"

Yang Min was stunned, but under the heavy pressure, he returned to his aggressive nature: "How to deal with this matter is up to you. I will think of a way with your uncle, whether it is my brother or me. Son, don't even think that anyone can take advantage of you."

This hot mom, Yang Yi couldn't help laughing, but he could still hear the rage in her tone, what could she do to figure out what to do with uncle.

Just as he was about to speak clearly about his plan, the phone rang at this moment. As soon as Yang picked it up, he saw that it was Rogo.

"Hello, Roger?"

"Xiaoyi? Where are you now?" The voice on the phone could not conceal the exhaustion. It was the first time Yang Yi had seen Mr. Fatty in this state, even when the first battle of "Cloud Desolation" started, He was also nervous and dominated, which seemed to be the tone of his heart as dead ashes now.

"What's wrong?" Yang Yi was stunned: "Brother Luo, are you sick? That doesn't sound good."

"People from the Bureau of Culture and the Bureau of Press and Publishing are here." Rogo answered irrelevantly, but explained the most fundamental reason for his current state.

Sure enough, as he expected, Yang Yi was silent for a while: "Are you in the company? I'll go over now."

……

In Rogo's office, Boss Fat was sitting behind his mahogany desk, his brows were unlocked, and a little secretary came in with documents, but he was also tiptoeing, no longer in his usual teasing manner.

This child in the system also has his own family background, and his father's generation has a network of contacts in various government offices in Jiangnan Province.Speaking of which, his own Siyue culture is all affiliated with a public institution under a certain government department, so it is justifiable to do business and set foot in the publishing industry.

However, the county magistrate is not as good as the current one. Even if his elders are in important positions in the provincial department, they can't interfere with the cross-departmental cultural publishing field. to the solution.

When Yang Yi came, Rogo was still nestled in his boss chair and was a little distracted. When the boy sat down opposite, Boss Fat came back to his senses: "This time it's not just the little devil who provoked trouble, it seems that someone took the opportunity Make small moves behind your back."

"Huh?" Yang Yi was a little strange: "Brother Luo, your family..."

Looking at Rogo's face again, he found that he didn't have any special taboo look, so Yang Yi continued: "Isn't your family related? How did it happen this time?"

Rogo let out a deep breath, and smiled wryly while pressing the sun's acupoints: "First, Wu Siming, the former deputy mayor in charge of culture, education and technology, has always been a neutral faction and did not stand in line. He only approached the mayor after Uncle Jiang came; second , Siyue is developing too fast, blocking the way of some people; third..."

Organized the language again: "Third, do you know the current economic situation?" After seeing Yang nodded, Rogo continued: "The current economic situation is not good. When things get bigger, they should be regarded as political achievement projects for cultural output.”

"Just a comic, is it worthy of some people's envy?" Yang Yi knew that when the Asian financial crisis broke out around 98, the domestic market was in a state of depression, but he was not arrogant enough to think that he copied and imitated a comic. , can boost the economy of a coastal provincial capital city.

"This is too exaggerated. How many books do we publish overseas each year in China? How come ours alone are worthy of their special mention?"

Rogo was depressed, so he rushed to speak: "I thought you understood how well it is a political achievement project, do you know? It's just that everyone looks good. Besides, you also know the sales of "Yunhuang", which is number one in the whole country. , now those people from the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee just concoct something like 'my country's popular animation goes international to create foreign exchange', something like 'The fragrance of the ancient charm, the country's "Yun Huang" is famous in the island country', do you think it is enough for a special book?"

"So, someone made up their minds to sell our interests to the islanders in exchange for their own reputation, but we, the bitter master, can't get anything?" Yang Yi didn't mind Rogo's tone. Under such circumstances, the fat man must be under a lot of pressure on his shoulders.

Jackals gather and wolves run, stealing fame; flies and mice run away, gobbling up the profits of others, no matter how you look at it, it is the work of ghosts and monsters.

"It's not nothing, at least our reputation has been established." Rogo smiled bitterly, but there was not much smile in his eyes.

Yang Yi frowned, probably this time the matter was really a little tricky, otherwise Rogo, who has always been high-spirited, wouldn't be so depressed.

"What did the Bureau of Culture and the Bureau of Publishing say?" Yang quickly returned to the topic.

It is estimated that the people from these two supervisory units somewhat irritated Mr. Fat during the contact with Rogo, and now that Yang mentioned the names of the two units, he couldn't help but get angry.

"A group of things that talk about people but don't do things." Rogo said in an extremely annoyed voice, "It's nothing more than empty words. They take the overall situation into account and take a step back."

This is also expected, if you don't talk about these scenes, why don't you just talk to you in a daze - Mr. Luo is up to you, if everyone in Nong is not satisfied, don't blame us for getting stuck with you in the future

The Bureau of Cultural Affairs and the Bureau of Press and Publication are determined to play tricks on a publishing house. Isn't there a lot of ways?You don't do this thing, okay, don't come to us if something happens in the future. This is the rule of the game that everyone knows well.

"Those people said that it will be the day after tomorrow, and they will hold a signing ceremony that will not be public." Rogo snorted: "I want to rush to make a deal."

No wonder the editors-in-chief and editors-in-chief who knew a little bit of the inside story were all low-moralized and resentful along the way, but they couldn't find a solution for it.

Assistant Zhang who had been standing by the side finally couldn't help it, and suggested in a low voice: "Mr. Luo, don't you have a good relationship with Secretary Jiang of the Municipal Party Committee?"

"No." It was Yang Yi who denied it: "If we can handle this matter ourselves, it's okay to ask Uncle Jiang to help wipe our butt afterwards, but we can't push him to the front as a shield, even if he is the secretary of the municipal party committee. Stands in the way of most people's progress."

Yang Yi explained in a timely manner, causing Rogo to just stare at his assistant, but he didn't make too much fuss, and took advantage of his subordinates at will.

Assistant Zhang knew that he had said something wrong, and while Rogo was thinking about something, he glanced at Yang Yi emotionally, thinking that this kid was smarter than himself, but he was very loyal.

After dawdling until six o'clock in the afternoon, cigarette butts were about to pile up in the ashtray in front of Rogo. As soon as Yang looked outside, it seemed that no one dared to leave without authorization, so he knocked on the table: "Let them get off work first, So many people waiting for you is not an option."

"Did you delay them for a long time? Is it so impatient?" Rogo snorted, "If you want to go, go, don't mess up here."

Feeling that his tone was still a bit serious, he waved to the assistant behind him without looking back: "Go and tell them to get off work."

He looked at Rogo with some sympathy. After he was dragged onto the road to Cloud Bookstore, this fat man was first for financial matters, so he probably didn't get a good night's sleep, and now he got into a lot of trouble.

Sometimes Yang Yi couldn't help thinking, was it the fat man's blessing to meet him, or his unspeakable suffering of pain and happiness.

But my previous idea, after a little improvement, is still an excellent countermeasure.

Should I tell this fat man now, or continue to make him feel aggrieved?