Resource Tycoon Reborn

Chapter Thirteen Domineering Translation

Su Aijun didn't know that when Fang Mingyuan learned that "Boys Monthly" sent people to negotiate copyright, Fan Mingyuan had already decided to cooperate with "Boys Monthly". It was not entirely because he knew that "Boys Monthly" would also be a Japanese magazine in later generations.

The top publishing house in the comics industry, but because he values ​​​​Enix Co., Ltd., the big brother behind "Shounen Monthly" more. This will be a behemoth in Japan's domestic gaming industry in the future. With the cooperation with "Shounen Monthly", then

It will be convenient for him to have a relationship with Enix Co., Ltd. in the future. You must know that Fang Mingyuan not only has many comic resources, but also more game resources. Those who were in the 1990s and the first decade of the next century

Although he can't make the game that has become all the rage this year, the script and basic settings of the game are not a problem. He can also do the character design for some classic games.

In other words, Enix Co., Ltd. is Fang Mingyuan's plan to enter the Japanese gaming industry as a springboard and a steady stream of cash machines in the future. From this perspective, the cooperation with "Boys Monthly" is more like a paving stone than a purely

Consider economic benefits. Of course, part of this is Fang Mingyuan's belief in the quality of "Yu Yu Hakusho". As the saying goes, good wine is not afraid of deep lanes. Even if a truly good comic is published by a magazine that has just been established, as long as it is

If you work hard, you can still get huge profits.

Fang Mingyuan looked out the window and sighed secretly in his heart. Although he would rather leave these comics and games to Chinese companies, judging from the current Chinese domestic policies, it is undoubtedly impossible. In future generations,

Even in the 2000s, the animation and game industry was still lukewarm in the country. From time to time, government departments would jump out to choke these companies. I am a little reborn, neither * nor red.

The descendants of capitalists have no power or money. How easy is it to change all this? Borrowing chickens to lay eggs is still his best choice now.

Su Ai's military vehicle drove very fast, and arrived at Fengyuan Airport an hour later. In 1988, Fengyuan Airport was far from capable of accommodating the takeoff and landing of 747-class passenger aircraft, both in terms of runway length and terminal building.

It is impossible to tell that this is the eighth largest airport in China that can accommodate the take-off and landing of the A380 giant passenger aircraft in later generations.

Su Aijun was quite well prepared. He took a sign from the car with the four characters "Weekly Boy" written on it and gave it to Fang Bin.

"Brother Su, can this devil understand Chinese characters?" Fang Bin muttered.

"It doesn't seem to work this time, but I heard from your sister-in-law that he found an interpreter in the capital." Su Aijun pushed him and said, "Be careful when you speak later. It doesn't matter if we call you "guizizizi" in private, but in public.

You have to pay attention to your manners. Don't forget, they are here to give you money." Fang Bin heard this and immediately stood at the exit of the airport holding a sign with a smile on his face.

They didn't let them wait long, and two people walked out from the exit. Su Aijun and the others saw them at a glance, mainly because these two people looked a little out of place with the others. They were wearing crisp black suits, carrying suitcases in their hands, and walked with their heads held high.

The ground, the nose was about to turn to the sky. Moreover, the passengers who came out with them were whispering to the two of them, and they all wished they could stay eight steps away from them.

After seeing the sign held by Fang Bin, the taller of the two, a young man in his twenties or fives, shouted arrogantly: "Hey, why don't you come over and help us carry our luggage!"

Su Aijun couldn't help but frowned. It seemed that this should be the translator, and the other man who looked less than thirty was the editor of "Weekly Shonen". Fang Bin put down the sign in his hand and stepped forward to pick up the translator.

The suitcase. The young man shouted again: "Hey, hey, you, why are you so ungrateful? Mr. Koizumi is a foreign friend and he came to China all the way. You should go and serve Mr. Koizumi first! It's true!

Without discernment, people in small places are just a bunch of local leopards."

He looked at Su Aijun and Fang Mingyuan. Fang Ya had gone home to prepare dinner for a few people. He pointed at Su Aijun and said: "Hey, I said you are such a big man, why don't you have good eyesight? Why don't you come here to help?"

Let me get my luggage! I came to pick up someone and I brought a kid with not even a hair on his head. It’s true.”

Su Aijun immediately felt angry. When had he ever felt so cowardly? However, when he thought that this was a major event related to whether Fan Mingyuan's comics could be published in Japan, he suppressed his anger. At the same time, he patted his mouth with his hand.

He put his finger on Fang Mingyuan's shoulder and whispered: "Let's take a look first, and then settle the score with him later."

Next, the young man only spoke Japanese with the Japanese man along the way. The Japanese man also had an arrogant look on his face and spoke with him in a commanding tone. The young man accompanied him from time to time.

laugh.

Or they were complaining about how Fang Mingyuan and the others could use such a broken car to welcome foreign guests, how bad the roads in Fengyuan were, and how inferior they were compared to Japan. They heard that Fang Mingyuan and the others were all very angry.

But Fang Mingyuan also understood that the editor of "Weekly Shonen" was named Koizumi Keiji, and this young man was named Sun Lan. He had studied in Japan for three years and also worked part-time in "Weekly Shonen" for a while. This time

Koizumi Keiji came to China. Because his Chinese was not good enough, he found Sun Lan and asked him to serve as an interpreter for a few days.

When Su Aijun and the other three sent them to the hotel they had reserved, it was already approaching seven o'clock in the evening.

"You two will stay here for one night. We will come to discuss copyright-related matters with you during the day tomorrow." Su Aijun said coldly. He was already a little disgusted with these two people. If it weren't for the fact that Fang Mingyuan was involved, he would have

He slammed the door and walked out. So naturally he wouldn't take the initiative to invite them to dinner.

"Why are you waiting for such a simple thing during the day tomorrow? What's the point of waiting? This is the contract that Mr. Koizumi brought. I have translated it. Take it and take a look. Sign it and bring it back tomorrow morning!

Mr. Xiaoquan is busy with work and will rush back to the capital tomorrow." Sun Lan took out an information bag from the suitcase and threw it to Su Aijun.

"Don't we need to discuss the details of the terms here?" Su Aijun asked strangely.

"What's there to discuss? This is a standard contract. All the terms have been marked. If you agree, sign it. If you don't agree, it will be rejected. But I can tell you that "Weekly Shōnen" is a big publishing house in Japan.

Cartoonists are all proud that their works can be published in "Weekly Shonen". It is your luck to be able to read your comics! Cherish this hard-won opportunity!" Sun Lan said proudly.

Su Aijun was extremely disgusted with him, so he picked up the contract and walked out of the door.