Rebirth in the 1980s and 1990s

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"Ten thousand pounds?"

Chen Lirong seemed to be frightened by the numbers spoken by the young man. When Zhang Zhen saw this, he immediately knew that he seemed to be a little demented. This was the era of 1991, not the 21st century. At this time, ten thousand pounds was equivalent to ten thousand pounds. Tens of thousands of RMB and an annual salary of one hundred thousand don't seem to have happened in China yet. But thinking about the results of that book, I don't plan to change it now that I have said it.

"What? Miss Chen, do you think it's missing?"

Chen Lirong was speechless. She didn't expect that she had been misunderstood. Thinking that her expenses in the UK for one semester were only one or two thousand pounds, she suddenly felt a little depressed. The girl who had always had a sense of superiority seemed to be severely beaten at this moment. One note.

"No, since you are willing to pay me ten thousand pounds, then I will take care of your affairs. As for other expenses, I will advance them myself, and I will reimburse you when there are results later."

Chen Lirong was silent for a moment and then regained her confidence, and then the two signed a one-year contract in Chen Lijun's office.

A week later, on the far side of the Atlantic Ocean, London, England, a world-class city located across the Thames River in the plains of southeastern England, was affected by the warm North Atlantic current, so the streets of 1991 did not appear to be very cold. , but still shrouded in thick fog.

In a corner of the city, a middle-aged man who does not look like a traditional British man is wrapped in a thick woolen coat and is waiting for a taxi anxiously. The tea cup in his hand is sucked and sucked, and the thick The fog obscured the view of the road, and the whole street was jammed with vehicles and pedestrians in a hurry.

"**!"

The man suddenly cursed angrily and threw the paper cup into the trash can next to him. He then raised his eyes and glanced around him. Seeing that no one noticed, he cursed a few more times.

"**!**!"

This man wearing a black suit is Newton-Canet (guest star), the founder of Bloomsbury Publishing Company. London seemed particularly crowded on Monday, but for Newton today, it was... It is a morning that cannot be crowded, because the company plans to hold an extremely important meeting today. As a publishing company founded in recent years, Bloomsbury is committed to expanding its market, but it has always been in a publishing company. The second-tier team in the world.

Today's meeting is to discuss breaking through the company's current development limitations. If I, the founder, are late, I am afraid it will cause a certain loss to the company's morale, so the scene on the street occurred.

Seeing more and more taxis being blocked on the road, Newton felt helpless. He had no choice but to brave the thick fog and dive into the crowd. It took twenty minutes to get from the apartment to the company by car, which was enough for Newton. After running for more than half an hour, I kept taking shortcuts. I got out of the elevator and walked into the company door with sweat on my face. I looked at my watch and saw that the time was just right - ten minutes had passed.

"Wow, mygod, a**!"

He didn't have time to change his clothes, so he just wiped the water droplets on his body gently, and then he rushed into the company's conference room. Seeing the boss rushing in, the company managers present smiled awkwardly, and then they buried their heads and pretended They looked at the documents in front of them and said nothing.

“Hi, guys, this damn weather, there’s a traffic jam!

"Boss, here is your schedule for today, including the meeting time - twelve minutes have passed."

A young and beautiful girl walked into the conference room. She had a delicate face with unique British characteristics and golden blond hair. She handed a document to the man, looked at her watch and said.

"Thank you, Sandy."

"Guys, I'm sorry that I'm ten minutes late today. Let's start the meeting now. Since the establishment of our company in 1986, our performance has not risen particularly fast. It has been at the second-rate level for five years. This is for a new publishing company.

It is unbearable for the group. The purpose of our meeting is to discuss countermeasures to surpass Macmillan and catch up with the old companies such as Hachette Publishing Group, Random House UK, Penguin and HarperCollins.

.”

As soon as the man's voice spread, Sandy twisted his body and walked out, gently closed the door of the conference room and returned to the office.

"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"

A series of phone rings rang, and the girl stretched out her slender white fingers to hold the white phone, and said politely: "Hello, I'm Sandy Credzer."

"Sandy, this is Ben. I have a book here that was just mailed by a beautiful oriental lady. I feel very good about it. I plan to discuss signing a publishing contract with that lady in person. Maybe this book will bring people

It's a surprise we didn't expect, I want to show it to Newton, I wonder if the guy is here."

Sandy thought for a moment and remembered that Ben was an amateur editor in the company's editorial department. Generally, book companies think that the editor can sign a contract for publication, but Ben seemed to be one of the three founders of the company.

She had to be a little surprised that what kind of book could make the vice president personally sign the contract.

"Mr. Newton is in a meeting. You should be in the conference room now. I don't know why - why you are still in the office."

Sandy asked a little embarrassedly. As the vice president of the company, he was not in the conference room at the moment, but reading in the editorial office. This vice president was really unpredictable. In fact, school should have started today, but

However, because I was obsessed with reading a new book delivered by express delivery from Nottingham last night, I didn't rest all night and was also late in the morning.

More than half an hour later, a chubby man, no more than thirty years old, walked into the president's office with a book in his hand. After more than ten minutes, he walked out with excitement on his face.

Newton pressed his forehead with some fatigue. Thinking of Ben looking like he was trying to fight for him, it really gave him a headache. This partner was always so passionate. As one of the founders of the company, Newton originally came from a distant place.

When America came to England, he had given him a lot of help, and he had made a lot of efforts during the development of the company, but this guy had a bad thing, that is, he always liked to edit

The ministry hangs out with middle-aged mature women.

Not only that, he also gave himself the title of amateur editor so that he could hang out in the editorial department. Over the past few years, he has been recommending some new books to himself. Although the subjective meaning is not excluded, after all, he signed a contract to publish it.

A book doesn't just depend on the vision of an amateur editor, but I didn't expect that this time, this guy would actually bet with himself that if this book called "Harley" didn't become popular, he would rather never read it again.

Editorial Department, this is giving me a bit of a headache.

After stretching his thoughts, Newton suddenly put aside the company's development plans and future plans that were full of ideas in his mind, and then picked up the not very thick book on the table, with a simple sketch cover and nothing.

Looking at the first page, the author's name is written on it. It doesn't look like a British name, or even a European name.

"zhenyi-zhang?"

It's a bit like a Chinese name. In recent years, due to the problems in Hong Kong, China and Britain have been tense, and the British people have paid more attention to China. Newton can tell at a glance that this is a Chinese name. It seems that that person

Dude, I'm going to lose this time. What good things can Chinese people write, and the preface is written in English?" I found that the author was still an eleven-year-old boy, and I was a little surprised.

According to the statements in these two prefaces, the boy seems to have written this book because he liked watching "The Lord of the Rings". However, in Newton's impression, is it possible for a Chinese boy to speak English so well? He wouldn't be looking for one.

Written by someone else.

With a bit of curiosity and doubt, Newton opened the text on the first page and then read it slowly.