A few days later, the manuscript I submitted last time finally got news. The letter from the Commercial Press was very short, but the content was very happy. The above said that the manuscript was very good. The library wanted the author to go to discuss the publication fee and other matters. The signature was a man named Xie Qianhou. Yang Rui didn't recognize the character in the middle, so he couldn't help but sweat. He thought it would be better to slow down for a few days, so he copied the book first and then talked. He replied in the other party's format that he said that he had been busy recently and waited for next weekend before going to visit him. He also learned from the other party's signature and took the words he had made. It was a sharp and unstoppable meaning.

The days of copying books passed quickly, and in a few days it was the beginning of the winter. The two families downstairs bought a lot of vegetables. The little girl was happy all day long. Old Deng also went home, and Little Guangdong did not seem to be back normally. Yang Rui didn't care about this. In the evening, Mrs. Xu asked the little girl to send a bowl of glutinous rice balls to come up. Before he could finish it, Mrs. Huang also sent a bowl of glutinous rice balls to come up, but the person who gave it was Qian Bocong. Yang Rui was a little surprised when he saw Qian Bocong and asked Qian Bocong why he was not in school. He said that today was Saturday and he would not go to school tomorrow because Lidong was taken here by his aunt. He saw that Yang Rui was busy with manuscripts on the desk, so he didn't dare to disturb him, so he went down in a while.

The next day when Yang Rui sent the bowl down, Qian Bocong was reading a book. This time it was not "Original Fu", but a book on physics. After careful reading, it was actually physics. When Qian Bocong saw Yang Rui come down, he hurriedly took out "Original Fu" for advice, because Yang Rui copied economics now, so he told him some of the contents he copied. After all, it was a modern textbook. With Yang Rui's simple compilation, Qian Bocong understood it very smoothly. It passed in the morning. In the afternoon, Yang Rui did not go down and just copied books in the room. In the evening, Qian Bocong came to say goodbye. Yang Rui encouraged him and asked him to go.

It took a few more days to finally copy the chapter on supply and demand. It was estimated that there was more than 200,000 words, and it should be possible to compile the previous collection. Yang Rui stopped copying it and revised it back and deleted the typos and some content that should not appear. Some economic theories should not appear so early, but they should wait for Europe and the United States to be fooled.

On Friday morning, Yang Rui went out to the Commercial Press. Because he didn't call a rickshaw nearby, he searched for a long time before he found it. It turned out that the famous Commercial Press in later generations was not in a commercial building, but was just an independent residential yard. It is currently two floors, with a yard behind, and two floors behind. It is probably a printing factory or something. There is a door open in front of the front building, and there are several traditional Chinese characters on the door. Yang Rui went in, and a young man came up and asked, "Sir, who do you want to find?"

Yang Rui happened to ask someone to ask where Mr. Xie was, so he said, "I'm your Mr. Xie who made an appointment. My surname is Yang. Please inform Mr. Xie."

When the young man saw Yang Rui dressed as a foreigner, he was not confused. He went inside. Yang Rui stood for a while and saw a middle-aged man who looked like a squire came out of the inner room. The man was about thirty years old, with a rich face and a striking eyebrows, giving people a gentle feeling, like a priest in a church. When he saw Yang Rui, he immediately bowed and said, "Hello Mr. Yang, I have been waiting for you this morning."

Yang Rui still felt ashamed when he was called "you" by an older person. He also followed his gestures and said, "You are polite. Mr. Xie has a lot of things to do a few days ago, and he is sorting out his manuscripts. He should have come to visit him early."

"It's okay, it's okay, please come here by Mr. Yang." Mr. Xie looked enthusiastic and asked Yang Rui to walk inside. There was a staircase on the side door of the inner room. When the stairs came up, there was a small office. Outside was the living room. After sitting down, Mr. Xie sighed: "I am simple and makes Mr. Yang laugh."

"Where is it? The library is not big, but books are good." Yang Rui had to be polite and not mention the matter of the edition. He thought that the library was famous in China and abroad in the future. Now it is a simpler place, and it will be amazing in the future. The two of them continued to make a few more polite words. At this time, the outside world came in, but Yang Rui didn't dare to drink it. Didn't it be said that in ancient times, he was talking about what he was doing when he served tea and guests. Mr. Xie didn't pay attention to Yang Rui thinking about serving tea and treating guests, so he continued to say: "Sir, who is from here?"

What Yang Rui feared most was that others asked about his origin. Is this clear? It’s hard to explain it clearly. But when others asked, they always had to say something, and they had to edit it a little, and he calmed down and said, “This is a long story. My ancestral home is Lin Xi. My father’s generation went abroad to America. When he was young, he had no school, so he had to have only a superficial Chinese studies. He was really ashamed. Because he learned a lot from elementary school, he graduated from high school and wanted to continue studying, but because his family was poor, he had to give up. Later, he only listened at university and went to Europe for several years, and had a little bit of Western studies."

Seeing Yang Rui’s twists and turns, Mr. Xie couldn’t help but say, “God bless.” Seeing that the atmosphere was not good, he changed the topic and talked about the important matters, saying, “Sir, all those books in the library want to be published, but I don’t know when will the library be translated? The library wants to buy out the copyright.”

Seeing that the other party was more direct, Yang Rui replied: "The book has actually been translated. Now it is mainly revisioned, and it is still relatively fast. It should be completed in two months." Thinking of the half of economics, he said: "The first volume of economics has been completed, I brought it here today." After that, he took out the manuscript.

Mr. Xie was a little addicted to books, so he took it and looked it up. It seemed that more than 200 pages of manuscript seemed to be about half an hour. When Yang Rui sat down, he finally came to his senses and sighed: "Mr. This book is a thorough and comprehensive way of speaking. Once this book is released, it is the only one. The last time I asked someone to translate the Englishman Smith and Adam's "Original Fu", which is not as good as this book!"

"Oh, I have also seen "Yuan Fu". It turned out to be translated by Guiguan. Guiguan's vision is worthy of being first-class. This book also developed from "Yuan Fu". The two books complement each other." Yang Rui remembered that the publisher of "Yuan Fu" was Nanyang Public School. It seems that the press and Nanyang Public School still have a deep relationship.

Mr. Xie asked again: "When will the second volume of this book be completed?"

Yang Rui made up his date: "You can deliver it at the end of this month."

"Okay, okay, I'm not to be hiding. Nanyang Public School has a good relationship with the Binguan. The public school also held a business class before, but there were no textbooks. Today, the Mr. Xie asked again: "Mr. Yang, I'm in Shangyan. I want to buy the copyright of the Binguan. This edition fee..."

Yang Rui waited for this for a long time, but when he saw that the other party said it, he said, "Mr. Xie wants the Chinese copyright of the book. This is fine. As for the edition fee, it should be done according to the rules of your library."

Mr. Xie nodded, pondered for a moment, and said, "Sir, I bought 1,200 yuan to buy the copyright of this book. What do you think?" I was afraid that Yang Rui would have any objections to the price, so he said, "I spent 2,000 yuan on the silver for "Yuan Fu" last time, but the translator Mr. Yan was in the officialdom. I dared not make rash things, so I had to set the price higher."

Yang Rui used to think that the copyright of a book was only a few hundred yuan. According to the current price, the difference was that of the 100 yuan in later generations. The 100 yuan in a few hundred yuan was converted into tens of thousands of yuan. This was the same as the price of newspaper manuscripts. However, people used this book as a classic collection, so the price was very high. He was very happy to hear that it could cost more than 1,000 yuan. He also saw that the other party was so honest and had a good impression of it, and he said, "I admire Mr. Xie for being so honest. You see, I am so frank, I give you Chinese paper copyright to your library, and the price is just 1,000 yuan, can you see it feasible?"

Mr. Xie didn't understand and asked: "Chinese paper copyright, this is..."

"Chinese paper copyright mainly refers to Chinese copyright, and foreign languages ​​are not listed here." As for the copyright of the electronic version, it is really difficult to explain, so I didn't say it, just bite the text to death on paper.

Mr. Xie understood that this was a storytelling storytelling can only be sold in China, but not in foreign countries. In fact, China was mainly importing foreign technology and culture at this time, and had not thought about exporting it. Besides, the press library was not established for a few years, and the domestic market was too busy, so there was no energy to think about foreign countries. As for paper, although I don’t know what other quality there are besides paper, the books are all paper, and no one uses bamboo slips. There is no doubt at the moment.

Next is to write a contract. This book of Economics is sold for 1,000 yuan. The remaining two books, if the quality and number of words are equivalent, refer to the price of this book. If the difference is large, we will discuss it based on this price. There is no objection to the contract. Both parties signed the seal. In addition, the press library paid 1,000 yuan for the book, and the money was paid in cash. China Commercial Bank issued it. Yang Rui had no objection. After all, it was all over the ocean and was not easy to get. After all, Yang Rui said goodbye after all. Although the conversation was very pleasant, Mr. Xie was too busy after all. He saw that someone was meeting guests several times and avoided it.

After leaving the press library and walking on the back road, Yang Rui was excited. One thousand yuan, plus the other two, it should be 3,000 yuan, which is one step further from the plan. There are still many books, and it should be tens of thousands of yuan after they are published. But some books are better not to be published. Yang Rui was cautious and economics will go to the microscopic, let’s forget about the macroscopic, hum! I will wait until the United States will talk about it after 1929, and it is better to make the economic crisis more serious.

It is a good mood to be rich, but he is the only one who has a good mood. If he has no one to share it, he is also very bored. When he returned to the room, Yang Rui couldn't sit still. When he thought that he had money, he still had to redeem the gold chain. Then he went around and found the original ticket, locked the important things in the box, and went out in a hurry.

I know the general location of the pawnshop. After entering, I was still the same guys. I settled the accounts and paid the money. The chain was finally taken back. Yang Rui carefully put it in. After all, there were not many things with me, and I threw them out of it. After leaving the pawnshop, I found a rickshaw and went straight to the French Concession. On the way to the pawnshop just now, Yang Rui wanted to go around. Thinking about the fact that there were only two places in Shanghai that were gone, one was the French Concession, and the other was the Hua City. There were no braids in Hua City but I didn’t dare to go. Moreover, Yang Rui didn’t want to buy a fake braid and hung it behind his head, so he had to go to the French Concession.

When the car passed an intersection, Yang Rui saw a group of young people walking by the road. Although there was no queue, it was still spectacular. Suddenly, he saw someone in the crowd who looked very much like Qian Bocong. When he wanted to look carefully, the person was gone. It was already winter and the weather was a little cold. The coachman ran very fast and the intersection passed in a blink of an eye. Yang Rui didn't delve into it. Maybe he looked like him.

In fact, Yang Rui read that right. The man was Qian Bocong. He was with a group of classmates. When he saw Yang Rui, he immediately hid behind his classmates. After a while, he stretched out his head to look at the intersection, but found that the rickshaw was gone. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The classmate next to him asked, "What are you hiding, you're so nervous?"

"My aunt's tenant, I don't know how to tell my family about what happened this morning." Qian Bocong looked embarrassed.
Chapter completed!