Two groups of islanders who were floating in foreign lands finally met, and some of them were ridiculous. During the two groups of people's acquaintance, it was actually a foreigner who played a bridge role. For Shinna Nomura and Suiichi Ikegami, Mr. Xiao was indeed a foreigner.

Some may find it funny, and some people don’t care about it. However, for Mr. Xiao, who pays great attention to expanding his own connections, even if he does agricultural products trade that has nothing to do with cultural publishing, he knows more people from different circles, especially some foreign visitors, which are always beneficial and harmless investments, not to mention that such investments almost cost.

"Mr. Xiao, I'm very happy to know you. You are so hospitable." Shinna Nomura was still a little confused when she accepted the invitation from the Chinese businessman, but when she saw the way Ikegamisuichi was standing up there, he knew that he had met his compatriots.

"And Ikegami President, I am a loyal supporter of your Shizuoka Prefecture Yulucha."

"Thank you for your kindness." Ikegamisuke smiled and owed: "From my son, my nephew, niece, and juniors of all are all loyal readers of your club."

"I'm ashamed, thank you for your care."

Seeing that the two islanders complimented each other endlessly as soon as they came up, Mr. Xiao, who was next to him, coughed quietly, then smiled and said, "I wonder if Mr. Nomura wants to make any investments this time when he came to Yuezhou? If there is a place where he needs it, I am very happy to serve."

Of course, I am willing to serve you, but if it is a difficult task, I would like to thank you.

For businessmen, they should pursue profits. A simple task brings a possible way of use. This is a big deal, let alone a foreign way.

"Uh..." Nomura Shinna hesitated for a moment, and then he thought that the other party was engaged in agricultural products trading and had no conflict of interest with him, so there was no commercial secret. Secondly, this Chinese businessman also looked like a long-lasting and good-looking man, and even if he couldn't help him in introducing copyright, it would be good to inquire about some information from him.

After figuring out these, Nomura Shinna took the usual modesty attitude, which simply explained his troubles.

"Oh? Nomura, can you say that with the strength of many cartoonists under the Takashi, you actually want to come to China in person to seek negotiations? The so-called "Yunhuang" comic really has such great potential?" Ikegamisuke put down his teacup in a little surprised. In his opinion, the director of the copyright career course in Shueisha came to China for the sake of comic output, but the facts were completely opposite to what he guessed, which was unexpected.

In fact, what he wanted to say was originally "I didn't expect China to have comics worth introducing?" However, the natural external modesty of the islander and the identity of China with his partner next to him made the agricultural president grasp the right measure. His just right and slightly surprised expression even made many Chinese people feel a little complacent and then became a good impression on him.

This style fell in Mr. Xiao's eyes, so how could he not know his intention? He smiled at him with a gentle smile, and nodded in a good mood. A lot of sparks appeared between the two of them.

And Shinna Nomura over there was obviously not the scheming of these two people. After hearing what Ikegami Sukichi said, he nodded seriously: "What this comic shows is not just potential, it is a powerful masterpiece, otherwise the community would not have treated it so cautiously."

"I have heard of what kind of comics Mr. Nomura said." Mr. Xiao thought about it thoughtfully: "It's not that I'm interested in these things, but mainly because the marketing methods that are very thoughtful during the promotion of this comic are impressive... I wonder if Mr. Nomura had any contact with their marketing team during the negotiations?"

Of course, there is contact, but when Shinna Nomura thinks of the surprising and annoyed boy, he is so angry that he is so angry that he is promoting it outside. So he shook his head seriously: "This time I came here mainly to introduce copyright, and I don't care too much about the others."

"Oh..." Mr. Xiao nodded without comment: "Then Mr. Nomura and that Siyue Culture cannot reach an agreement on certain conditions of negotiations, so now they are in a deadlock, right?"

"It makes you laugh. We came with twelve sincerity, but we still can't beat the author and publisher... Alas"

Sincerity? Mr. Xiao smiled in his heart. He had been involved in foreign trade for a long time and had dealt with these foreign merchants for many years. How could he not know the value of the so-called sincerity? But now he is looking for Ikegami to do business, so he can't speak rudely to his compatriots. Instead, he has an unpredictable smile on his face: "Mr. Nomura is actually not difficult to deal with."

"Oh?" Nomura Shinna's body was sitting upright and suddenly became even more solemn. After suppressing the surprise in her eyes, she lowered her posture and looked at Mr. Xiao: "I'd like to ask Xiao Jun for advice."

However, although Shinna Nomura, who was an editor, is not as good as Ikegami and is a veteran in the market like Mr. Xiao, he also knew that he was willing to give him help because of the sake of Suichi Ikegami, so he nodded heavily to the smiling president of agriculture: "Ikegami, please give me some good words."

Seeing Chi Shang also saw it, Mr. Xiao, who had only wanted to leave a good impression, was not reserved and smiled and said, "I wonder if you two have heard of the same word - administrative intervention."

Seeing the two foreigners who didn't understand the national conditions, Mr. Xiao smiled and shook his head: "Mr. Nomura, do you Shueisha need to go through some competent departments when it comes to overseas publishing business?"

"With this, how can we not pass? Our Shueisha is a regular company that abides by law." Nomura Shinna was still a little confused: "We have always followed the rules of the Ministry of Culture, Culture, Science and Technology."

It’s no wonder that the director of the copyright affairs department is slow to respond. He was mostly responsible for the peripheral authorization of domestic animation products. He had never had a precedent for introducing copyrights from abroad before, and he was inevitably not reminiscent of it. Instead, he had had many dealings with Chinese rural businesses and was also the director of a semi-official and semi-civilian organization. He seemed to have realized something: "Zhao always said that he relies on the power of administration..."

"By the way." Mr. Xiao said in his heart, "The son is teachable" and nodded to the two island people: "The national conditions of the two countries are different between you and me, so when we contact each other, we need to fully consider this..."

At this point, Mr. Xiao himself couldn't help but scold the so-called competent departments, and then explained: "Sometimes, in order to ensure the order of business, our country can use administrative power to intervene in commercial activities to a certain extent. For example, if you reflect the situation to the Cultural Bureau and the Press and Publication Bureau, I think it will receive some policy support."

Although I also appreciate the creativity and action of Siyue culture in the marketing process, compared with my own personal interests, this kind of favorability seems insignificant. What's more, my knife is so slashed at all, so I'm not afraid of offending someone behind my back.

"Xiao Jun's method..." Although Shinna Nomura's Cultural Affairs Office officials who were in contact with the island country were arrogant, negligent, and casual in handling matters, they would not use any "administrative intervention" to force the self-decision of a non-state-owned enterprise. Now that I heard that this method can be used, I couldn't help but have some doubts: "What do you mean is to seek official help? But we are foreigners..."

"It's good for foreign talents," Mr. Xiao laughed and said, "For international friends, our official policy is still inclined."

In front of Jigami, Mr. Xiao couldn't say something like "The truth is spoken by people. If the power is too big, the money is too much, the truth is too much." There are some things that everyone can understand in their hearts.

...

Some people held talks at the Jinling Hotel. When Yang Yizheng was scrambling a rope trap behind the scenes, his mother was driven out of bed by her mother. It was not that she felt sorry for her son not to eat breakfast, but she was angry and scolded: "Why did you promise me? Is it your own to get a high school diploma? I told you, it is one aspect of making money by writing books, but you still need a diploma? Otherwise, if you tell me in the future, a writer will have a junior high school education."

Knowing that there is an eternal generation gap with my mother, it is most likely that I can't rely on communication. Yang Yi had to squirm out of the quilt... and wriggle out, underwear, thin sweater, and put on jeans and a black and white houndstooth short tweed coat. This outfit is undoubtedly strange in the circle of middle school students because of maturity. However, the reborn person doesn't care much about the strange eyes of the children. In addition, he really doesn't like sports jackets like Nike, so the clothes he bought after winter are mostly British college style outfits.

Walking on the somewhat bleak street, Yang Yi couldn't help but sigh again. The cold and alienating feeling of someone on the phone last night was still very uncomfortable.

In fact, he was already in the past when fireworks bloomed, and he was far away from him, whether it was the flower season or the grassy years. Su Wan had just dressed in girlish clothes, not to mention that there was a ginger swagger across them.

Even the two-faced girl, Yang Yi, carefully maintained an unspeakable relationship with each other because of her admiration in her previous life. How could he distinguish one story from the ending yet?

"Report."

The whole class's eyes were concentrated. He Yue, who was studying English, was interrupted. He stopped expressionlessly and turned to look at Yang Yi.

Some people looked at Yang Yi, then looked back at the empty seat next to Jiang Nan, and then they realized that the whole class seemed to be missing a few grains of rice, which was extremely inconsistent.

In fact, no one came to this seat all day yesterday.

But now everyone looked at Yang Yi at the door of the classroom, raised their gaze from the book thirty degrees, glanced at He Yue carefully, but their hearts were filled with excitement.

After all, being able to be liberated from the course, even if it is just a short while, is enough to relax these students, not to mention that the two teachers and students who have always been wrong.

Everyone in a class is watching the show, but few people really have schadenfreshing thoughts. After all, over the past few months, most people think that this boy is a little boring. They always have a kind of alienated and refusing aura, but it is not the kind of arrogance he imagines. When you talk to him, he will still agree to you with a smile.

And after getting in touch with him for too much, he felt that this person was very extraordinary. His knowledge and his insightful and novel views sometimes he could not express his meaning clearly after organizing for a long time. He often clicked through in just a few words.

In addition to the emergencies on Xia Jiulin's birthday, Yang Yi took decisive action, which made some people who had maintained a neutral attitude towards Yang Yi unconsciously feel a little favorable.

But all this did not affect their mood when watching the show now. Most of them were teasing without malicious intentions, and wanted to see if this guy who was incompatible with the black-faced head teacher could survive after breaking He Yue's bottom line this time.

He Yue stood on the podium without saying a word, looking Yang Yi up and down, and everyone wondered if he had endured to the limit. And his deskmate, the deputy squad leader of Class 3, covered half of his face with his arms, and then stretched out his small fist...

He quickly showed a middle finger, which made Yang Yi cough continuously, almost venting his anger.

But this girl also had a holy and elegant expression that made Yang Yi curse the misfortune in his heart.

This is really a disaster.

"Hmm? Are you sick?" A slightly unexpected sentence made Yang Yi feel a little stunned. The students below stopped hiding, but looked at He Yue with their eyes bulging, thinking to himself what was going on? I haven't seen this old man care about the students' health.

"No." Yang Yi was a little confused.

"It's okay to read today's text, right? Or do you have mastered the content today?" Seeing the quiet in the classroom, He Yue immediately lost his face, and the student who looked at him immediately hurriedly picked up the book.

He Yue nodded to Yang and signaled him to enter the classroom, but he didn't say anything.

When Yang Yi passed by him, he heard him humming twice on the podium: "If nothing is wrong, it's better not to be late... But if you feel really uncomfortable, you'd better take a rest first."

What is this? He is thin-skinned, or is he introverted? Why did the northwest wind turn to the southeast?

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