294Break, take a break

"In fact, you also know that with the development of the lower-level economy, our people's demand for high-level wealth has gradually changed from being dispensable in the past to being louder. If there is a literary work that has won the above awards now, then the influence of our Yangyi Culture will be comprehensively enhanced."

Yang Yi turned his head slightly and looked extremely confident: "At that time, you will see that, and the request I made now is just a trivial little for Kotanshe."

While staring at Suzuki Aiyuan, he pinched the tip of his little finger with his big finger, and he emphasized his tone: "That's just a little bit."

The publishing risk assessment mechanism is still a small price for Kotanshe today.

However, regardless of the value of these things, they are hard work by generations of the entire company, combining the experience of countless people and modern computer coordination technology, which has the efficient publishing and review process of Kotanshe.

This thing is usually put there, and no one thinks it is very important, but now it becomes a bargaining chip, it will suddenly make people realize that - oh, it seems a bit too bad if Ja Yi goes out like this.

Of course, if Yang Yi's subsequent conditions are added, that is, Yang Yi Culture can win the championship in the literary awards at the end of the year, then there will be a win-win situation between them.

Winning the Booker Prize or the Gongoll Prize sounds like it has nothing to do with Kotanshe, but in fact, it is clear that Yangyi Culture has offered good cooperation conditions, but it makes people worry about their future strength.

No matter how great the potential is, it is still an illusory thing. Its own strength is hardware that is recognized by people.

Publication of a literary award that can win the second largest number after Nobel is almost a catalyst for its potential to be realized. The more famous Yangyi Culture earns, the greater the benefits it will be for its collaborator Kotanshe.

To put it bluntly, there are not many conflicts of interest between the two parties, at least for the moment. Yangyi Culture is targeting the mature market of the island country, and the wishful thinking of returning to China as a banner with the tiger skin of the Kaohsiungshe.

As for Kotanshe, although the domestic market is mature and orderly, how to win more unopened territory for the company's future development is something they value.

This highlights the differences in the situation between the two companies. The zodiac who think more about it will always be how to survive first, while those who are already giants focus on the future.

"But how can Yang Jun ensure that your works will definitely win one of those two awards." Suzuki Aomoto looked at Yang Yi seriously. After being shocked by his confidence, he immediately returned to his own thinking.

This kind of thing that is unreasonable, and this little guy dares to take it out as one of the conditions for negotiation. Suzuki Aiyuan doesn't know whether he wants to laugh at the current generations who dare to think and do it, or he feels that he is too old and cannot keep up with the times.

"I just said that I can indicate in the terms that if the conditions I just mentioned cannot be realized, I can use the Yangyi Culture shares I personally hold as additional compensation." Yang Yi smiled and said word by word that he had already planned to be decided.

It seemed that he was not worried at all that these shares would become something in others' pockets in the future.

"As for the amount of shares that need to be provided, we can also send evaluators together. All problems can be solved by contract, right? Moreover, being able to hold shares of Yangyi Culture is definitely not a loss-making deal for you."

...

"Yes, that's it. The young president proposed this condition... The work was not specifically disclosed, but from his mouth, he was very confident."

Suzuki Aiyuan once again urgently connected to the company headquarters. What came from the other end of the phone was a slow female voice. Just listening with her ears, she could feel graceful but strong.

"This is really interesting. It seems that we have insufficient confidence in Yangichi Culture. Let's do this, interrupt the meeting first, and I need to hold a executive board. Also, inform the company's legal minister Shirakawa Kwan and ask him to conduct relevant investigations and evaluations on the current market value of Yangichi Culture in the next year and three years." After a brief thought, Saka Noma thought about it, he methodically told Suzuki Aimoto Ja Ai.

Is this necessary, is it necessary to agree to the conditions offered by the child president?

Suzuki Aiyuan suppressed the doubts and surprises in his heart, and nodded repeatedly to respond.

No matter what, at this point, he can't control the overall situation, so he'll have to deal with it for the chairman. As long as the contract can be reached, his contribution will definitely not be missing.

...

Under the pressure of Jiangling's man, the originally planned event was successfully carried out despite the crowds of protesters. Of course, the protagonist this time is no longer Su Wan and Yangichi Culture. After such a huge lineup was invited, the author meeting held by the Tokyo International Convention and Exhibition Center almost became a festival for otaku to interact with their idols.

At least this time, the event that seemed to be held exclusively was relaxed after even Kyoto Prefecture in Kansai and Fukushima area to the north.

Almost perfect promotion.

On the plane the next day, Yang Yisui considered how to solve the various impacts of plagiarism and the questions that need to be dealt with carefully.

The two copies he selected were: "Tough Stone" and the other was locked in "Maps and Territory". The latter was somewhat postmodernistic and was still questioned by many traditional writers after the award was won by this work.

There are even many people who publicly declared in interviews that "Maps and Territory" is a garbage work.

The former, "Tough Stone", tells the story of an Afghan woman who supports her family and fights against pressure from all aspects of life after her husband is shot and becomes a vegetable. It is really in line with the Chinese copy conditions.

Women, marriage, patriarchal law, tradition, shackles...

Adapted into an article based on the ** period and similar to the modern writer Lao She's "Crescent Moon" and Yang Yi said there was no pressure at all.

Isn't it too easy?

Moreover, for Yang Yi, who has read this work less than five times, it is not too big a problem to copy this book in ten ways. The only thing to pay attention to is the writing habits of Chinese.

However, in the domestic media at that time, almost all the translations that Yang Yi had read were well received, saying that "it retained the shocking power before translation to a large extent. Even those who know nothing about French can get an unusual reading experience."

Moreover, even some niche literary forums that often claim to be extraordinary and sarcastic about public opinions have surprisingly maintained a consistent argument. I think the articles after translation should still be very reliable.

Whenever he thinks of this, Yang Yi can't help but be very grateful to the translator of this book. If there was no such person, he would easily restore the translated works into Chinese. The difference between the slightest mistake was a thousand miles away. Yang Yi could not guarantee that he would win the Gongguer Award as the direction of history.

But the only point is that the work is too heavy--well, in fact, all traditional literary works can be universally recognized for comedy and light comedy, and most of them end in tragedy.

If a work does not necessarily describe the tragedy in the world, it can be considered profound and thought-provoking. This issue is too philosophical and metaphysical, and Yang Yi does not want to be deeply involved. But no matter what, once this work is completely copied and really won the award, he must never make his information public.

If best-selling books such as "Things in the Song Dynasty" and "Ghost Blows Out the Light" can be barely called writing talent, then traditional articles that depict reality and express humanistic care require something called experience in addition to talent.

This is an unavoidable fact. No matter how old a writer is, he cannot write touching details of life without having to experience it personally.

Therefore, in the contract with Kotanshe, Yang Yi also specifically stated that the authors should not be required to cooperate with publicity, and even a trace of the author's personal information cannot be exposed.

"Well? Sorry, I really can't understand. Please ask Yang Jun to cooperate with the publisher's publicity in order to solve the problem of any author. This is probably a natural clause that is not written into the contract in everyone's understanding. Why does Yang Jun disagree to expose the author's information?" Suzuki Aomoto applied sincerely. Since the board of directors' resolution the day before, his attitude towards Yang Yi has also changed dramatically.

Not to mention that it was a total turn of things, but it was completely different from each other.

"Because I don't want to be disturbed too much, can you understand this reason?" Yang Yi downplayed.

"Ah, this is..." Suzuki Aomoto nodded, then understood the meaning of the conversation: "What...what, what Yang Jung-gang said is...you don't want to be disturbed? But Yang Yi Culture is responsible for receiving foreign affairs, isn't Luo Jun? Then you mean the author..."

"It's just Xiaoyi." Rogo winked from the side. He didn't know why Yang Yi was so sure that he could write a work that was enough to win the top international literature award.

But looking back on the past, everything said in big things was indeed fulfilled one by one, and it never did not match what he said.

Fatty, who had been thinking about his head, could only admit in vain that there was indeed a difference between people.

So now when he saw Suzuki Aiyuan's eyes like a ghost, he was naturally happy. Most of the depression disappeared from the shocked eyes of his negotiating opponents.

"You two are not kidding. All the reasons why you said that the author's information needs to be kept confidential to the outside world are..." As he said that, Suzuki Aiyuan felt that his voice was hoarse. It was definitely not the reason for speaking for a long time. He hadn't said a few words yet.

"It's basically that, so you must add restriction clauses to the contract. Please forgive me more." Yang nodded, with a look of compliment and disgrace.

Anyone who plagiarizes other people's things and copies them too much basically has such psychological qualities, such as...

"Yes, why don't you agree to him?" In Suzuki Aimoto's post, the female captain of Kotanshe expressed affirmation of his subordinates' actions, and then asked: "But Suzuki Jun has also won the agency exercise of this work."

"Hayi, the president has been jammed again and again, Suzuki dared not forget it."

Compared with Suzuki Aimoto's seriousness, Saka Noma's expression was much more pleasant: "Haha, Suzuki Jun, you have always been so serious. This is really... OK, since that's the case, the purpose of inviting them to come this time has been successfully achieved. By the way, it is said that their next arrangement is not to return to China?"

"Hayi, they probably have boarded the flight to Kyoto Prefecture now."

"Well, okay, thank you Suzuki Jun for your hard work, so you have to work harder for the subsequent contact issues."

"You are polite to the President, this is Suzuki's responsibility."

...

"Are you too nervous in two days?" Rogo tilted his mouth with dissatisfaction while looking through the travel information in his hand: "Anyway, it's just a fun game, why don't you take two more days off?"

"I have no objection, but when someone answered the phone yesterday, didn't he say that Xizhi's driving progress was basically over, and it ended in the past two days? Why, you, Mr. Luo, don't need to go back and preside over the meeting in person?"

Yang Yi curled his lips jokingly, but his eyes looked out the window of the plane. There were no clouds like clouds. The sky was easily felt by the warm sunshine, as warm as this. Further down the sight were the mountains and rivers of foreign countries, and Lake Biwa was a tear on the pretty cheek.

Seeing such a scenery, Yang Yi couldn't help but think of his hometown, Xizhi Ancient Town, one of the four ancient towns in Yuezhou.

Rogo was relieved to coordinate the arrangements and the plan he had set at the beginning. All the ancient houses in the town could only be maintained according to the maintenance regulations issued by the professors of the Yueda Architecture Department. All the translations were not allowed. In addition to modern appliances, the home also had home decorations related to daily life. All other details were modified according to the ancient style and scenery of the old land in Jiangnan.

Perhaps Xizhi now seems to be not much different from the other three ancient towns, but Yang Yi believes that it will take a few years, or two or three years later, when looking back, people will be shocked to realize that only Xizhi retains the original and pure Jiangnan style.

"Then the Xizhi..." Hearing Yang Yi's reminder, Rogo couldn't help but stretch his tone, and he looked extremely reluctant. He was not a hiker or a travel enthusiast. Compared with Omi beef, Kaiseki cuisine, and Todaji, the customs of those custom shops are something he cares about.

"Well, what's wrong? Brother Luo, don't you want to give up?" The reborn man could see at a glance what the fat was thinking, but he didn't point it out. He just asked indifferently and stopped talking.

Instead of caring about the mental health of an adult male fat man, it is better to think about where to take Su Wan to stroll around later.

Half an hour later, a group of people settled their residence and couldn't wait to stroll around the streets and alleys of Kyoto.

Although all East Asian races are not easy to distinguish in terms of appearance, their behavioral temperament can still make it noticeable for parties involved in different cultural circles.

Although there are many Chinese tourists coming to visit in Kyoto Prefecture, it is rare to say politely like the people in front of you, although they look happy, but they are whispering and politely.

Of course, not everyone is like this. Ge Ligaoli is a child from the grassland. He is born with a loud voice and has no choice. Once he deliberately lowers his voice, it will make people laugh like a bellows.

Yang Yi held a cup of fish balls, which were not sea fish, but were not common in island countries, but only the three relatively popular crucian carp balls in Kyoto, Nara and Shiga.

The soup is boiled slowly on low heat, with a strong white fragrance, and a river fish produced in high-quality water quality, which has a light fragrance of the world.

Yang Yi doesn't eat these fish balls. Although he is a native of Jiangnan, he has no special hobbies about river food. Except for steamed crabs and drunk shrimps, other river clams, snails, etc., there is no need to mention popular fish.

The one who likes this exotic fish ball is Su Wan. Basically, like most Jiangnan girls, she likes light and fragrant things, and the strong oil and spicy taste is so strong that she rarely tries it.

"How does it feel here?" Yang Yi and Su Wan stood side by side, feeling the classical tranquility of a foreign land.

"Um."

"Excluding local concepts, it seems that this place is not much worse than Jiangnan."

After drinking all the soup of my fish balls in the evening, I naturally changed the hollow cup and the paper cup in Yang Yi's hand, put my nose on the edge of the cup, and sniffed it with great satisfaction.

Such a demeanor and action are rarely seen even for Yang Yi.

"If you like it, it doesn't matter if you stay for two more days..."

Before Yang Yi finished speaking, the girl shook her head, but she did not say the reason why she was unwilling to stay longer.

"Why, that's just not like this?" Yang Yi said in surprise, but seeing Su Wan's relaxed and comfortable expression and her satisfying and cute look in her stuttering fish balls, she clearly wanted to do this.

"I like it." Su Wan said nodded, and was silent for a moment, then turned her face and whispered: "But it's enough to have you with you."

He couldn't help but hold Su Wan's hand, and Yang Yi suddenly felt that his heart was about to be melted.

This description seems a bit sensational and shy to a geek who is mentally aged and physiological, but Yang Yi feels like this now.

Seriously speaking, not counting the ethereal and deliberately hidden feelings in the previous life, Yang Yi is undoubtedly the Chu Ge of Emotion now.
Chapter completed!