After the adjustment of the dark night, Sijiu City in the morning was finally no longer so hot. This is a rare time for people to feel coolness in the cloudy and rainy days since July.

However, this coolness will not last long. It is estimated that it will be around eight o'clock, and the temperature will rise again, and the whole city will turn on the sauna mode.

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On the spacious road, among the crowded crowds of commuters, a black Volga was moving forward with difficulty.

Today, Chu Heng’s destination is the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

After so long, Jiang Fanghao finally collected a hundred books with passing or above, and the department kept urging him to sell these books quickly and exchange for some foreign exchange for emergency response.

So Chu Heng planned to go to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to report to Mr. Meng today, and then ask him for instructions. If there is no problem, he will send a telegram to Citi's Chrisey, asking him to come over to discuss copyright, sign an agreement, sell the book first, and send out his first Harry Potter book, which has been revised several times.

About 7:30.

Chu Heng finally came to the vicinity of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. When he passed by the studios, he happened to see Gao Ling and Yin Huijie, the newlywed pair, standing at the door and talking about something, which was so close.

Looking at the strange combination of this pair, Chu Heng couldn't help but feel emotion.

Mr. Lu Shuren said it is true that everything in the world has complementary combinations, such as Gao Ling, a man and a squat, but it really complements each other!

For example, Cadillac and the bath center, these two things are placed together, and just listening to them is illegal.

"See!"

Volga flashed past the studio door.

Not long after, Chu Heng drove into the Ministry of Foreign Affairs compound.

It was the peak work time and there were a lot of people in the yard.

After Chu Heng drove the car downstairs to the office building, he got out of the car with his bag, greeted a few familiar people, and hurried upstairs.

Leader Meng had just arrived for a while, and was reading today's newspaper in the office, enjoying the rare leisure time of the day.

When he arrived at his position, he really had very little free time.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

A knock on the door sounded.

"Crash!"

Meng Huazhi immediately put down the newspaper, sat up straight, quickly entered the working state, and then spoke in a deep voice: "Come in."

"Squeak!"

Chu Heng pushed open the door and walked in with a big strode, greeting with a smile: "How are you doing recently, leader."

"It's OK."

Looking at the rare knocking in the door, Meng Huazhi was still a little uncomfortable.

"I brought you some tea, and my buddy gave it, and it feels good." Chu Heng, who had been in the future for a long time, took out a can of tea from his pocket and put it on the table. The things are not expensive or rare, they just simply contact each other.

Then he took out a report written by Jiang Fanghao and handed it on: "Look at this again, it's about those books. If there is no problem, I will contact the publishing house on Citi."

"I'll take a look first."

Meng Huazhi, who was worried about not having enough money to spend recently, was happy when he heard this. He quickly took the file bag and opened it, lowered his head and started reading it.

Chu Heng picked up the special panda cigarette on the table and lit it, then put it in his pocket, and sat on the side and waited quietly.

"good!"

Not long after, Meng Huazhi, who had finished reading the report, smiled and nodded, "I actually wrote more than 100 books in such a short time, and there are many high-scoring masterpieces. It seems that the comrades are working very hard!"

"It's all because of your leadership!" Chu Heng gave a flattery.

"Haha, you kid 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 this batch of books? How much does the royalties cost?"

Since he decided to sell books for foreign exchange, he has done a lot of homework in foreign book publishing knowledge.

"I thought so……"

Chu Heng didn't hide it, and immediately explained his thoughts to him.

Then the two discussed some other things that followed, and it was not until more than half an hour later that he came out of the house.

Then, he went to the winery project team and asked Qian Ding to send a telegram to Citi. He hurriedly left the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and went to the guesthouse of the Food Management Office.

The guesthouse officially started decoration today, and he had to watch some places himself, otherwise he would be worried.

...

It was past eight o'clock in the evening.

Citigroup Washington.

The Blue Oak Press, located near St. John's Church, is brightly lit.

"Why!"

Chrisy, who had a big beard, tall and thin, looked at Anyan Jingjing's company with a sigh, his face full of sorrow.

Up to now, Blue Oak has almost finished the dividends brought by Ivyma's diary, and has also fallen back from the glorious period of rapid development to the position it should have.

After all, Blue Oak is just a small publishing house. Even if a popular book has been published, it cannot change the facts. After all, its fame and size are there.

Therefore, many famous writers should not look down on his small and broken place or look down on him. Even if he offered a lot of royalties, he would not be able to compete with the giants of Random House.

Now, the once glorious Blue Oak can only see the leftover books that others have eaten and picked, and they have to compete with other publishers for this.

So much so that the current Blue Oaks cannot even have a small surplus, and most of the time they can only reach a balance of income and expenditure.

In other words, they are only one step away from losing money and going bankrupt.

"I don't know how Chu is doing. I hope you can move faster."

Krisey, who urgently needed a large number of books to fill the library, quickly walked to the door, turned to look into the east, and his thoughts drifted to the distance, and his body was full of personal charm.

After a while, he was so sensible that he withdrew his gaze, turned off the company's switch, came out to lock the door, got into a cool Mercedes-Benz, and rushed towards the busiest bar in the city, preparing to find a young model to relieve his worries.

Although the publishing house does not make money, Chrisey is not down.

His tabloid that reposted gossip news was run by him, and now he is a small figure in the entertainment industry.

After a night of carnival.

Chrisey dragged his empty body to Blue Oak Press 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 mistakes, and some were contacting writers to make a photo of a fake busy scene.

"boss!"

As soon as he entered the house, a black aunt who replaced the original coquettish young lady came over and handed him several envelopes: "This is the letter I received today, one of which is the letter from the Huaxia you have been waiting for."

"Huaxia?!"

Krisey was extremely excited and hurriedly took the letter and entered the office.

Not long.

He walked out of the house with a loud scream.
Chapter completed!