The hand that reached out to pick up the coffee cup was slightly stagnant in the air. After she picked up the cup, she realized that the boy with the same complexion as her was looking at him with a smile without any strange gaze. She had never encountered such a gaze since she came to France, but she was only a handful of them. It was just because the extremely familiar feeling emitted from the other person still made the girl's eyes turn red.

At this time, the female housekeeper also changed into a more humble tone, bowed slightly to Yang Yi and Nester Pei Luoxiong, and then tried hard to signal the girl not to act like she was very wronged, because there were still many people around him looking here. Even if she was just a temporary waiter, it would be enough to attract a lot of discussion.

"It's nothing, this shouldn't be a big problem, right?" Yang Yi's words were in Chinese. After scanning the female housekeeper from the corner of his eyes, he turned to the girl again: "If you are still worried, should I tell you the master here?" The boy blinked and he was sure to be sure. The girl dressed in the little maid in front of him was from the same country as him, China. Although the races of the Three Kingdoms of East Asia are almost indistinguishable to outsiders, especially those in Europe and the United States, they can keenly detect the familiarity or differences between each other with just a little contact. This is a sensation imprinted in their respective blood and souls.

The girl was a little surprised, not by Yang Yi's help, but by the boy's identity in such an occasion. Although she noticed him at the first time when she passed by this small group of people, she also noticed him immediately, but before she had actual contact, the girl also had doubts and speculations. Is this an islander, a Korean, or a fellow villager? Or her fellow villagers? East Asians can distinguish each other's identity and nationality, so they also need to have actual contact. It is impossible to know just by taking a look. But now she knows that the other party and she are from the same motherland.

But in this situation, she suddenly became the focus of everyone's attention, which made her extremely uncomfortable, but she could not miss this good opportunity, because once she missed it, God knew what else would the harsh female housekeeper there do to her: "It's nothing, thank you, they won't complain to me because of such a small mistake."

The two used Chinese communication, which also made the people around them slightly reduce their attention to them while spreading their hands.

Although the girl is refusing, words never really express a person's heart, especially when the person who spoke has some other expressions in his eyes.

Yang knew it in an instant, thinking that this girl who seemed to be an international student still had some concern in her heart. If it weren't for this, she wouldn't have repeatedly begged to signal herself with such anticipated gazes. So the boy nodded and turned to the female housekeeper next to him: "Sorry. This is my fellow countryman. Can you please pay attention to me, an insignificant participant, and don't care about her mistakes. I think tolerance is a virtue no matter when and where. Well, as for the troubles it brings to the salon..."

"No. This is not the lady's fault." Yang Yi's next sentence was in English, so Nester Pei Luoxiong could naturally understand what he meant, and immediately waved his hand and stood up: "The fault of the matter is all about me, I apologize again. If I hadn't turned back to get the coffee so rashly, this lady would not have received the troubles of the present."

In this case, what else can the female housekeeper say? Naturally, she apologized repeatedly: "Yes, I understand what you mean, so I promise you both that she will not be criticized."

I was so frustrated and annoyed. This woman who always disliked me seems to be a fellow countryman of the invited writer? Then I really can't punish her any more. Even when I wrote comments to these waiters, I couldn't add some less positive comments. If I really said something to the labor company that sent her for this breath, it would be awkward if she found the young man and continued to say something after the salon.

So now, she can only express on the spot that the girl has no problem and will not be treated unfairly.

"Thank you for your tolerance, and thank you for your two gentlemen for your blunt words!" The waitress bent her knees slightly, made a Western etiquette to Yang Yi and Nester Pei Luoxiong, and then quickly left with a coffee cup. If she was still stupid here, the female housekeeper would definitely not be too easy to talk to. This is simply foreseeable. Although she was quite curious about Yang Yi's identity, if it was in China, Yang or any place where she could be free, the girl would definitely ask curiously.

However, this little guy seems to be much smaller than himself. Why can he communicate with those high-ranking people on the same level? Could he be an amazing figure in China?

Girls who rarely pay attention to literature, especially foreign literature, will inevitably be so confused when they leave in a hurry.

It was just a small episode. From the beginning to the end, Yang Yi did not ask the girl's name. He only knew that from the perspective of his appearance, the other party would definitely be his sister. As for why she came to the castle to be a waiter, where was her hometown in China, and why it triggered the targeting of the female housekeeper, there was no need to understand in-depth these.

After the girl left, the salon quickly replied to the original scene, talking, arguing, defending, endless speeches and happy rejoicing after a long time. In short, this is a very traditional European literature salon.

...

As the exchange deepened and the writers became familiar with each other, Yang Yi soon surrounded no less than ten people who were well-known in the European literary circle. The popularity of any of them was enough to bring surprises to raise their eyebrows in this small circle. However, after feeling that the number of people began to increase, Yang Yi consciously reduced his speeches and listened more to the songs. After all, he was not yet Nester, Pei Luoxiongyang or Juyong, Foucault, and the literary circle rarely welcomed a newcomer who was too high-profile.

Just as he was gradually getting into this atmosphere, a middle-aged man on the other side who had just joined the conversation suddenly walked to him and smiled at him: "Hello. Do you still remember me, dear Yang."

Of course I remember. My memory is not as bad as the old man, right? The boy couldn't help but complain. The person who came here now was a supervisor in the Galimah Publishing Group responsible for overseas copyright issues. The agency issuance rights of the book "Duji" in the Latin language country. It was the gentleman who finally got it after a arduous negotiation. But now he came to me, is there any problem?

So the boy smiled just right: "Of course I remember, dear Mr. Roche. The last word of your name is transliterated in Chinese, but it is exactly the same as my last name, so to be honest, it is really a very difficult thing to forget you. Of course, I am only directing me personally."

"Hahaha, you are such a cute little genius, so I won't hide anything from my little nephew." This middle-aged successful person has more capitalist attributes than literary enthusiasts, just because the Aishalina Castle Salon is a literary gathering for the entire Europe and even the world. So on this occasion, the overseas copyright manager, one of the largest publishers in the host country, is much more important than the domestic copyright manager, because they may be able to contact more businesses and authors for the publishing house. Because of this, Yang Yi also knows that it is not a strange thing to see him in the salon. Even Edward is always with him throughout the whole process?

But Mr. Wa Yang was too familiar. Yang Yi mentioned a very coincidental similarity between the two names. He followed the trend and called his young nephew unceremoniously. This kind of communication ability really made Yang Yi speechless.

"Okay, then I'll listen carefully." Yang nodded, feeling helpless with a good temper.

Roche Varyang smiled proudly because of Yang Yi's appearance, and then confessed to the young man: "Tomorrow, our Galimah Press will hold a live signing meeting for a signed writer under the Eiffel Tower. As the overseas copyright director, I have received opinions from the board of directors, which is to solemnly invite you to participate. It is your "Stone", which has many French readers who think it is a book that can be comparable to "Beside the Girls" and "Deep Night", especially those sentimental ladies, who love your book very much. Therefore, you must attend tomorrow's signing event."

"Ah? Is this a little too sudden? You know, I came to the Elsalina Castle Salon with a long experience, and then I was going home obediently, and then I gritted my teeth to come here. Now you suddenly told me, Yang, we need you to attend a signing party! Well, to be honest, I really don't have any mental preparations. Your board of directors is not worried. Will I mess up the event after I get on the stage?" For people with this identity, Yang Yi can't use the same kind of gentleness as before, and he must first think deeply about his words whenever he says something.

Roche Wayang waved his hands repeatedly and then signaled to the surroundings: "Look, what kind of identity are you talking to now? A famous writer, a literary critic widely circulated in the European literary world, and a professor who is dedicated to humanities research. This cannot represent your current identity? Don't belittle yourself. My friend, if you only talk about your writing achievements, you have surpassed at least one-third of the people here, and the only ones ahead of you are just because they are Europeans and are more familiar with this place. If not, you are completely on an equal footing with them. So please think carefully again, oh, hell, I shouldn't let you consider it at all. In short, for the promotion of "Stone" and for our publishing house, you must participate. If you continue to disagree, I will stay by your side and keep talking about this until you agree."

Please keep the demeanor of a senior manager of a large publishing house, rather than saying something that makes people feel distressed here like a scoundrel!
Chapter completed!