"Don't worry, Brother Luo, they're just talking..."

"Not this." Rogo shook his head and interrupted Yang Yi's words: "I know these islanders are making ruthless words. To put it nicely, they are just showing their determination. They really have to take legal means. They will definitely lose this lawsuit."

"But our reputation is not good either." Yang Yi shrugged indifferently, as if nothing was left to him.

Rogo slapped his thigh: "What I'm surprised about is that this is obviously a harm to others and not self-interested thing. Which business does this?"

Yang Yi smiled in his heart. After all, Rogo had few businessmen in foreign countries before, and lacked understanding of their national characteristics. The Chinese businessmen believed in harmony and making money, and flexible and flexible approaches to these business methods may not be appropriate to apply them to outsiders.

Moreover, once Shueisha introduces the copyright of "Yunhuang", it is imperative to find another way out for the overhaul of "OP". No one can guarantee whether this new work, which has shown signs of popularity, can still achieve previous results after revision, so Shinna Nomura insists on getting the peripheral authorization of "Yunhuang", which is not incomprehensible.

Once there is a dispute over interests, the contradiction will always be more acute.

Yang Yi shook his head: "In our opinion, it is harmful to others and not for oneself. Maybe they think it is better to break up than to be a complete one. Brother Luo, don't forget the cherry blossom characteristics in these people. Besides, they can build momentum in the country by just losing a little litigation fee, which will ruin our reputation first and resist the future login of "Yunhuang" in the island country... From this perspective, they think far-reaching enough."

"What should I do?" This is the first time Siyue Culture encountered such a thing. Mr. Fat seems to have less of his usual style of being arrogant and undecisive.

Yang Yi grinned, his eyes full of jokes: "Brother Luo, are you considered a civil war, an internal and external war layman? I remember that last time I saw you invest, I was so stunned."

Fat always rolled his eyes angrily: "All subordinates are here, can you give me some face?"

After the two operation editors left in Shueisha, they couldn't help but look worried. However, now seeing their boss and "the one with the most special Siyue culture" still have the heart to tease each other, so they gave them a breath, and they flattered and said goodbye with laughter, leaving room for the two to make decisions.

"Don't worry, this move is a big killer weapon, and it's not easy to use. They are also afraid that we will counterclaim." Yang Yi looked at Rogo with certainty: "They will think of other ways first, just deal with the moves."

In fact, this shameless plagiarist thought that if those people were really harmful to others and not beneficial to themselves, then the jump comics after 1997 could not be said to be a complete one for them.

"In short, I hope I won't go that step, after all, they are all businessmen." Rogo stood next to Yang Yi. He could not tell the relationship between the host and the host or the superior or subordinate from his appearance, but he was only a little over the age of admiration: "Why don't you know how to take a step back? The sky is wide open?"

It's probably because they are cultural people who do business; and you are a cultural businessman... Well, this is definitely not a belittlement of the fat man Yang Yi sniffing, pointing to the sky that was only 5 or 6 o'clock, and the streets were already scattered, and the warmth unique to the winter city was gradually spreading: "Hey, no matter how much I eat, I'm going back."

...

"Director, what should we do if this student insists on letting go? Will we really file a lawsuit?" The two people who followed Shinna Nomura, the woman with intellectual beauty, was his assistant, and the other was an editor of "Youth Jump". His original task was to review and adapt the content of the introduced comics, but he didn't expect that he would be gone now.

"It's very difficult to deal with. If you don't introduce "Yunhuang", it is dangerous to be attacked by your competitors. If you introduce "Yunhuang", you cannot give up the authorization of the surrounding areas, otherwise it will be a big loss in the community." Nomura Shinna frowned slightly and said, "The last words are nothing more than a sign of our determination. We haven't reached that point yet."

"So, Director, should we look for another painter, which is the 'zero' above?" Nomura Shinna's female assistant bowed her head and said respectfully: "Although it's strange that the young man we met in the afternoon only has copyright and is not responsible for painting, but if we find the painter and convince him, it might be of some help to the negotiation?"

Hearing his subordinate's proposal, Shinna Nomura nodded in contemplation: "You can consider this route, but this painter "Zero" who has no information is also a problem to contact him. In the underworld, this matter will be left to you."

The female assistant nodded simply and neatly: "Hayi."

...

When several island countries mentioned the mysterious painter "Zero" in their eyes, Yang Yi was also paced back and forth at home. His cottage was only about ten square meters, but the decoration inside seemed to have spanned a whole century in an instant - the carpet was a large number, but it was warm enough. Two-page wardrobe and a desk, with only a light varnish, and then a bookshelves that occupied a wall and had a corner, and there was no empty space on it. These things filled the small room.

However, in the space that was supposed to be full of warmth, the owner of the room was hesitantly fiddling with his cell phone, and he didn't even hear the meal that his mother called several times.

"Do you still eat or not?" Yang Min is now very relaxed in her control over Yang Yi, or because of the earth-shaking changes that happened to her son and the impact of this change on the family, she always feels uncomfortable because she doesn't know how to speak.

Every parent has a dream of hope that their children will become successful. When the little baby who has continued their flesh and blood is born in the world, their gentle eyes may not reflect the future reflection of their son or daughter. They are elegant and elegant in suits and ties, or elegant and beautiful in skirts... Yang Min is the same. She has never seen too many great worlds, and she only dares to think of this step. But when Yang Yi's achievements far exceeded her expectations, she could not show the majesty of a parent, and all she left was the kindness of a mother.

"You eat it, mom, I've eaten it outside." Yang Yi smiled and tried to make his voice sound cheerful: "There is a business meal that the boss invites."

"You have a business meal, so big guy, I'm lying to Boss Luo for the meal again." Yang Min spat in the living room, but her face was filled with a helpless smile.

After hesitating for a while, Yang Yi from the inner room finally dialed the number he just knew this morning.

"Hey, who do you want?" Su Wan's mother stood by the window. The place with her view was the green wall in the old alley. There were not too bright dim light bulbs hanging from the lonely telephone poles. The light projected over was blocked by a piece of bare branches, and there were many shadows of branches on the glass in front of her.

The phone number has been installed for less than a week, and not many people know it, so who would call it at this time?

"Hello, Auntie, I'm Yang Yi." A slightly green voice from the phone made Su Mu's eyes instantly smile: "Student Xiao Yang, are you looking for Wanwan if you have something to do?"

"Well, I just ask if Su Wan is home." Yang Yike didn't think it would be a pleasure to follow Su Wan's nickname in front of his mother, so he pretended to be a very ordinary tone: "I went to the publishing house first because I had something to do in the afternoon, for fear that Su Wan would be alone..."

"Oh, it's okay, she came back at noon..."

Before Su Wan's mother could finish her speech, she didn't know when she came to Su Wan next to her and took the phone. At the girl's home, the relationship between the two generations was probably no different from that of Yang Yi. The girl's taciturn character made her look even stronger when she met her mother, so she took it over simply: "Thank you, someone else sent me back."

Su's mother, who was on the side, said wonderingly: "When will someone give you..."

Then he looked at his daughter's eyes, and it seemed clear but far away in the faint light at night, making it difficult for him as a mother to touch her heart, and suddenly he was a little dumb.

Although her experience and experience made her realize that her daughter seemed to have some special emotions towards Yang Yi, she didn't know how to communicate with Su Wan for some things.

Do you object? Don’t talk about the fact that Yang Yi is kind and kind to his family. Just the wealth and ability this boy now has, I am afraid that many parents of their daughters will be happy to see such things.

But she was even more unable to support such things. After hesitating for a while, Su's mother finally had to sigh in her heart and went back to her room as if she had no idea what she knew.

"Is there anything else?" Su Wan's style is so indifferent, with the tone and expression, with almost no temperature at all, just like the airflow on high-altitude ice peaks, no matter what kind of sunlight it is, it is still cold.

It's just cold.

"Well, someone gives you it?" Yang Yihan raised his head, and his heart was filled with unspeakable waves. He wanted to use a jokey question to clear the somewhat stagnant atmosphere between the telephone lines, but it was difficult to express his quiet telephone receiver.

Whether it is emotional intelligence or IQ, Su Wan is not the kind of top girl. She can even be said to be ordinary, but she has the most direct coldness to the hearts of the people. This characteristic makes any hypocrisy and pretentiousness beat around the bush, just like a decoration in front of her.

"Yes, nothing else, I'm dead."

"Well, then goodbye." The blind voice of the phone hanging up came from the other end. Yang Yi suddenly felt like something had fallen, and his heart was empty.

I didn't have insomnia, but I also tossed and turned for a long time.

...

In the lobby of Jinling Hotel, the heating is very strong. Although it is only less than 7 a.m., in the area where you use morning tea, there are less than half of the empty booths.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall, there was a dull and gloomy weather, and the Jiangnan water town was stained with bleakness. When the door of the hotel lobby was occasionally opened, the cold wind blew in, as if this dullness and depression were poured in.

Just like three people in a booth, Nomura Shinna was taking two subordinates to use breakfast. As for whether their minds were on the exquisite snacks in front of them, it was unknown.

"After Zhu Jun comes, he will take him down to inquire about the news about 'zero'. Fujioka and I will go to see the culture and meet their president." Only he knew how annoyed Nomura Shinna was, but on the surface, especially in front of the zodiac, he was still calm and firm. At least this look made people look much more confident.

"Hayi." The two subordinates of this trip to China nodded together.

Although the movements of these islanders in public are indeed cautious and polite, unlike the manners of the people around them, some people still focus their attention. For example, not far from a booth, several middle-aged men turned their heads at the same time.

"Mr. Ikegami, what the few people over there seem to be your compatriots?" The man who spoke was wearing a well-made suit, but even so, he didn't look like an aura. However, in the seat next to him, a young man who looked like an assistant had no reservations in his eyes, which could explain some problems.

Mr. Ikegami, whom he mentioned, was the president of the tea farmers' joint development association of Shizuoka Prefecture, the island country. This time he came to Yuezhou, he was originally going to negotiate the import of new tea next year, but he did not expect that he would meet his compatriots at the Jinling Hotel.

"It should be." Ikesaka Suiyi was also a little curious at this time. The President Xiao in front of him should not have the heart to pay attention to these idle things. After all, it was reported that the customers of the island country were stranded in Yuezhou, and the local tea merchants who came to meet were not the only ones. However, his confident appearance still had the leisure to talk about unrelated cooperation issues, which made Ikesaka Suiyi look a little higher.

"President, the few people over there should be people from the famous Shueisha in China." The assistant next to Ikegami Suiichi said in a low voice.

"Oh, do you know them?" Ikegamichi nodded.

"Yes, because my younger brother loved their works."

The middle-aged president's ears came to his eyes: "My son likes their things too, but I don't care about these things."

The young assistant thought his boss was saying that he was immature and regretted it. His face turned red: "It was also something I learned about by accident..."

On the other side, President Xiao observed his expression and smiled and understood Xiao Shuai: "It seems that your compatriots are in some trouble, I don't know..."
Chapter completed!