83. Spades a

"What's wrong with the comic?" Yang Yi didn't want to worry about his mother, so he pretended not to understand: "Where did you hear anything messy?"

It was Rogo who called him to find him? So he accidentally revealed it? Yang Yi immediately denied this inference. The fat man was not a person who couldn't tell the difference between importance and the severity, and he would not tell his mother no matter who told him.

That's it?

No matter who it is, it is better not to explain it to her clearly.

"It was your uncle who told me, your uncle." Yang Min was a little dissatisfied with her son's concealment from him. Her voice became a little higher. Then she thought that Yang Yi was facing those troubles, and immediately lowered his tone and said angrily: "What can't you tell your mother? Is it necessary to hide it from me like this?"

Yang Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's not that I want to hide it from you, but that's mainly because I told you to worry in vain, why bother?"

Yang Min was silent for a moment and sighed, "I know that mom can't help you now, but some things are kept in my heart, so they are not good to you, right?"

Yang Yi quickly waved his hands and admitted his mistake: "Okay, okay, I'm wrong. I'm wrong. I'll ask my mother for advice in everything as soon as possible." Then he said strangely: "How did my uncle know about this?"

After hearing Yang Yi's question, Yang Min hesitated for a moment: "It's said that some island country publishing houses liked the comic you made, right?"

Yang nodded: "It's probably what it is."

"Then why don't you sell it to others? Is it not good if someone wants to buy your book?" Yang Min asked in confusion: "Do you think the price is low?"

Yang Yi was a little funny. His mother's generation always talked about the word money. Even though his mother was already a landlord wife, she still couldn't change the habit that had been settled for many years. It seemed that she was too bribery, but who knew that this was a habit that would only be left after experiencing the tempering of life, which made people feel sad and slightly sad.

"It's not a matter of price." Yang Yi shook his head: "It's a matter of copyright, copyright..."

Then he shook his head and felt a little funny. If the Shueisha people gave 100 million, would they sell their copyrights? Alas, after all, it was still a question of price: "Even if it was a question of price, they wanted to take away something that was originally worth ten yuan, five yuan."

"Why are you so shameless? Don't even care about them." When Yang Min heard this, she immediately regained her true nature of protecting her family, and her eyes widened.

"What's going on with my uncle?"

Yang Yi's doubt made Yang Min helplessly silent again. She couldn't help but think of her just on the phone...

His elder brother's voice was hesitant and hesitant, and finally he expressed his meaning, wanting his nephew to sell the copyright of a book to foreign businessmen.

But does this kind of thing need to be involved in such a big circle? Yang Min didn't ask too much, and Yang Weihong didn't say much, but he expressed his meaning in a vague way. But neither brother nor sister were stupid, and he was very suspicious.

Until now I heard my son confirm it in person.

"Isn't your uncle in Jiangning Hotel? It's the reception window unit of the Municipal Propaganda Department. He just said someone had greeted him. If your book was sold to foreigners and it would be beneficial to their positive publicity, you would keep your uncle's current position."

Yang Yi sneered in his heart. If his mother was still in the factory, the factory party committee would not have come to him. The group of Shinna Nomura would be really troublesome.

But I don’t know that there is actually a local snake who is giving me some advice behind my back.

"What do you think, mom?"

Yang Min was stunned for a moment, and under heavy pressure, she regained her fierce nature: "How to deal with this matter? According to your own ideas. I will think of a solution to your uncle. Whether it is my brother or my son, no one can take advantage of you."

Yang Yi couldn't help laughing at this hot mom, but he could still hear the ruthless and angry thing in her tone. What can she do to find a way for my uncle?

Just as he was about to speak out his plans, the phone rang at this moment. Yang Yi picked it up and saw that it was Rogo.

"Hey, Brother Luo?"

"Xiaoyi? Where are you now?" The voice on the phone was so exhausted that it could not be concealed. This was the first time that Yang Yi saw Mr. Fat in this state. Even when the virgin battle of "Yunhuang" began, he was nervous and dominated, and that was a tone that was as dead as he was now.

"What's wrong?" Yang Yi was stunned: "Brother Luo, are you sick? It doesn't sound very good."

"The Cultural Bureau and the Press and Publication Bureau have been invited." Rogo answered the question irrelevantly, but he immediately understood the most fundamental reason for putting himself in this state.

As expected, Yang Yi was a little silent: "You are in the company, are you? I'm here now."

...

In Rogo's office, the fat president was sitting behind his mahogany desk, unlocking his eyebrows. A secretary Xiao sent the documents in. He was actually tiptoed, no longer as he usually made fun of Wuji.

This child in the system also has his own family background. His father's generation has a network of relationships in various yamen in Jiangnan Province. Speaking of which, his own silhouette culture is affiliated with public institutions under a government department, so he is legitimate in doing business and involved in the publishing industry.

However, county officials are not as good as being in charge now. Even if their elders hold important positions in provincial and department departments, they cannot interfere with the cross-departmental cultural publishing field. This time, the superior supervisor of the publishing house came to speak, which made Rogo unable to find a way to deal with it for a while.

When Yang Yi came, Rogo was still hanging in his boss's chair and was a little distracted. When the boy sat down opposite him, Fatty came to his senses: "This time it was not just a ghost. I'm just a troublemaker. It seems that someone took the opportunity to do something behind his back."

"Hmm?" Yang Yi was a little surprised: "Brother Luo, your home..."

He looked at Rogo's face again and found that he had no special taboo expression. Yang Yi then continued: "Don't your family have something to do with it? How could it be like this this time?"

Rogo exhaled a heavy breath and pressed his temple to smile bitterly: "First, Wu Siming, the deputy mayor in charge of culture, education and technology, has always been a neutral faction and has not taken sides. After Uncle Jiang came, he moved closer to the mayor; Second, the thoughts and reading exhibitions were too fast, blocking some people's way; Third..."

He organized another language: "Third, do you know the current economic situation?" After seeing Yang nodding, Rogo continued: "The current economic situation is not good. I guess the above is planning to make this matter bigger and treat it as a political achievement project for cultural output."

"Just a comic is worthy of some people's jealousy?" Yang Yi knew that around 1998, when the Asian financial crisis broke out, the domestic market was in a state of depression, but he was not so arrogant that he thought that he could plagiarize and imitate a comic and stimulate the economy of a coastal provincial capital city.

"This is a bit exaggerated. How many books do we need to travel overseas in China every year? Why is this one worthy of their special book?"

Rogo was depressed and said a little, "I thought you knew how well you knew about the political achievements project? Even if you are good at everyone's face, you also know the sales of "Yunhuang" is the most popular in the country. Now those people from the Municipal Party Committee Propaganda Department randomly fabricated something "my country's popular animations are moving towards international creation of foreign exchange", what "ancient charm is fragrant, and the domestic animation "Yunhuang" is famous in the island country". Do you think it is enough to have a big book?"

"So, someone made up his mind to sell our interests to the islanders and then exchange them for their own reputation. On the contrary, we, the victim, could not get anything?" Yang Yi didn't mind Rogo's tone. In this case, the fat man must be under pressure on his shoulders.

Jackals gather and wolves to run, and they are not just famous; fly fly and mouse walk, and gluttonize others' benefits, no matter how you look at it, they are all ghosts and monsters.

"It's not that we're not going to get nothing, at least our reputation has been heard." Rogo smiled bitterly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Yang Yi frowned. I guess this matter was really tricky, otherwise Rogo, who had always been fighting spirit, wouldn't be so depressed.

"What did the Cultural Bureau and the Publishing Bureau say?" Yang Yi took his thoughts back to the topic.

I guess the people in these two units were somewhat frustrated by Mr. Pang during the contact with Rogo. Now, when Yang mentioned the names of the two units, he couldn't help but get angry.

"A bunch of things, speaking people but not doing things," Rogo said in a very annoyed voice: "It's just empty words, taking into account the overall situation, and taking a step back."

This is also expected. If you don’t say these scenes, can you just be so heartless with you? Mr. Luo, you can do this. If everyone is not satisfied, don’t blame us for sticking you in the future.

The Cultural Bureau and the Press and Publication Bureau have been determined to do something bad for a publishing house. Isn’t there a lot of ways? If you don’t do this, okay, don’t look for us if something happens in the future. This is the rules of the game that everyone knows very well.

"Those people said it was the day after tomorrow and wanted to hold a signing ceremony that was not open to the public." Rogo snorted: "I want to rush to make the decision."

No wonder the editor-in-chief who came along the way, who knew a little bit of the inside story, were all low-spirited and indignant, but they couldn't find a solution.

Assistant Zhang, who had been standing next to him, finally couldn't help it and suggested: "Mr. Luo, don't you have a good relationship with Secretary Jiang of the Municipal Party Committee?"

"No," said Yang Yi: "If we can handle this matter ourselves, it would be fine to let Uncle Jiang help him wipe his butt afterwards, but we can't push him in front as a shield. Even if he is the secretary of the municipal party committee, he cannot block the progress of most people."

Yang Yi explained in time, which made Rogo just glar at his assistant, but did not make much effort, and he could use his subordinates to be polite.

Assistant Zhang knew that he had said the wrong thing, so while Rogo was thinking about his worries, he looked at Yang Yi with gratitude, feeling that this little boy was smarter than him, and he was still very loyal.

He was slowing down until six o'clock in the afternoon, and cigarette butts were almost piled up in the ashtray in front of Rogo. Yang looked outside and seemed to have no one dared to leave without authorization, so he knocked on the table: "Let them get off work first, so many people are waiting for you is not a solution."

"Have you delayed them for a long time? Is it so impatient?" Rogo hummed in a muffled voice: "If you want to leave, leave, don't mess around here."

I felt that my tone was still a little heavier, so I waved to the assistant behind without looking back: "Go and notify them to get off work."

Looking at Rogo with some sympathy, the fat man had never slept comfortably since he was pulled up to the road to Yunzhong Bookstore by himself, and now he was in a lot of trouble.

Sometimes Yang Yi couldn't help but wonder whether it was the blessing of this fat man when he met him, or the unspeakable pain that he was so painful and happy.

However, after a little improvement of my previous idea, it is still an excellent solution to deal with it.
Chapter completed!