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After a few days, the news of the last submitted manuscript finally arrived, and the letter from the Commercial Press was very short, but the content was very pleasant. It said that the manuscript was very good, and the library wanted the author to go to negotiate the publication of the copyright fee, and the payment was made by a person named Xie Fenghou. Yang Rui didn't know the word in the middle, so he couldn't help sweating, thinking that it would be better to delay for a few days, copy the book out first, and then reply in the other party's format, saying that because he has been busy recently, he will go to visit Yunyun next weekend. I also learned from the other party when I made the payment, and I gave myself the word that I had done, and it was impossible to get it, and it meant that it could be done.

The days of copying books passed quickly, it was the beginning of winter in a few days, the two families downstairs bought a lot of vegetables, the little girl was happy all day, Lao Deng also went home, and Xiao Guangdong didn't seem to come back normally, Yang Rui didn't care about these, and Mrs. Xu downstairs in the evening asked the little girl to send a bowl of rice balls up, but Mrs. Huang also asked people to send a bowl of rice balls up, but the person who sent it was Qian Bocong. Yang Rui was a little strange when he saw Qian Bocong, and asked Qian Bocong why he was not at school, and he said that today was Saturday, and he would not go to school tomorrow, because Lidong was brought here by his aunt. He saw that Yang Rui was busy working, and the desk was full of manuscripts, so he didn't dare to disturb, so he went down after a while.

When Yang Rui sent the bowl down the next day, Qian Bocong was reading a book, this time it was not "Yuan Fu", it was a book of physics, and if you look closely, it is actually physics. Qian Bocong saw Yang Rui come down, and hurriedly took out "Yuan Fu" for advice, because Yang Rui is now copying economics, and he said that he was addicted to it, so he told him some of the content he copied, after all, it is a modern textbook, plus Yang Rui's simplicity, Qian Bocong understood it very smoothly, and it passed like this in the morning, Yang Rui didn't go down in the afternoon, only copied books in the room, and in the evening, Qian Bocong came to resign, Yang Rui encouraged him and let him go.

It took a few more days to finally finish copying the chapter on supply and demand, and it is estimated that there are more than 200,000 words, which should be able to be compiled into a collection, so Yang Rui will no longer copy it, go back and revise it, and delete the typos and some content that should not appear -- there are some economic theories that should not appear so early, or wait for Europe and the United States to be fooled.

On Friday morning, Yang Rui went out to the Commercial Press, because there was no rickshaw nearby, and it took a long time to find the place, it turned out that the famous Commercial Press in later generations was not in any business building, just an independent residential yard, currently two floors, behind a courtyard, and then two floors behind, it is estimated that it is a printing factory or something, the front of the front building opened a door, and there are a few traditional Chinese characters on the door - the Commercial Press, Yang Rui entered, and a young man came up and asked: "Sir, who are you looking for?" ”

Yang Rui just wanted to find someone to ask where Mr. Xie was, so he said: "I came here by your Mr. Xie, my surname is Yang, please inform Mr. Xie." ”

When the young man saw Yang Rui dressed as a foreigner, he didn't doubt, and went inside, Yang Rui stood for a while, and saw a middle-aged man who looked like a squire came out of the room, the man was about thirty years old, with a rich face and eye-catching eyebrows, giving people a gentle feeling, like a priest in a church. When he saw Yang Rui, he immediately bowed his hand and said, "Hello Mr. Yang, I've been waiting for you this morning." ”

Being called "you" by an older person, Yang Rui still felt very ashamed, and he also learned his gesture and arched, and said: "Mr. Xie is polite, there were many affairs a few days ago, and he was sorting out the manuscript, so he should have come to visit early." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, Mr. Yang, please." Mr. Xie looked enthusiastic, beckoned Yang Rui to go inside, there is a staircase at the side door of the inside, up the stairs is a cubicle office, outside is the living room, after sitting down, Mr. Xie sighed: "The hall is simple, let Mr. Yang smile." ”

"Where is it, the museum is not big, and if there are books, it will be spiritual." Yang Rui had to be polite and didn't bring up the matter of the edition, thinking that this library would be famous at home and abroad in the future, and now it is a humble point, and it will be difficult in the future. The two continued to say a few polite words, at this time, the tea was sent in from outside, but Yang Rui didn't dare to drink it, didn't he say anything about serving tea to guests in ancient times, Mr. Xie didn't notice that Yang Rui was thinking about serving tea to guests, so he said to himself: "Mr. hasn't asked where he is from?" ”

What Yang Rui is most afraid of is that others ask him where he came from, is this clear, this is not clear. But when others asked, they always had to talk about it, and they had to make it up a little, so they settled down and said: "This is a long story, the ancestral home of the contemptible people is Linxi, and my father's generation went abroad to the Americas. After graduating from high school, I wanted to continue studying, but because of my poor family, I had to give up, and then I only audited at the university, and traveled in Europe for several years, so I learned a little bit about Western learning. ”

Seeing the twists and turns of Yang Rui's words, Mr. Xie couldn't help but say, "God bless." Seeing that the atmosphere was not good, he changed the subject, talked about business, and said: "Sir, those books want to be published, but I don't know when Mr. will be able to translate them?" The museum wants to buy out the copyright. ”

Yang Rui saw that the other party was more direct, and replied: "The book has actually been translated once, and now it is mainly for revision, which is still relatively fast, and it should be completed within two months." Thinking of that half of economics, he said: "The first volume of economics has been completed, and I brought it with me today." With that, he took out the manuscript.

Mr. Xie is a bit bookish, take it and look at it, more than 200 pages of manuscript seem to be about half an hour, when Yang Rui sat a little backache, Mr. Xie finally came back to his senses, sighed: "Mr. This book is a thorough explanation of the study of economics, all-inclusive, this book is out, it is the first to take the lead, the last time the museum asked someone to translate the Englishman Smith Adam's "The Original Rich", but it is not as good as this book said! ”

"Oh, I've also seen "Yuan Fu", it turned out to be translated by your museum, your museum's vision is worthy of first-class, this book is also from "Yuan Fu" exhibition, the two books complement each other." Yang Rui remembered that the publishing house of "Yuan Fu" was Nanyang College, and it seems that the printing house and Nanyang College still have a deep relationship.

Mr. Xie asked again: "Sir, when will the next volume of this book be completed?" ”

Yang Rui calculated the next day: "It can be delivered at the end of this month." ”

"Okay, don't hide it, Mr., Nanyang Public School has a good relationship with the Mansion, the public school also ran a business class before, but there is no teaching material, today Mr. These books are published, it will be easy to do." After a pause, Mr. Xie asked again: "Mr. Yang, in business, I want to buy the copyright, and this royalty ......?"

Yang Rui waited for this for a long time, and when he saw that the other party couldn't be anxious when he said it, he said: "Mr. Xie wants the Chinese copyright of the book, this is no problem, as for the royalty, it is better to follow the rules of your museum." ”

Mr. Xie nodded, pondered for a while, and said, "Sir, what do you think of the copyright of this book for 1,200 yuan?" Afraid that Yang Rui would have an opinion on the price, he said: "The last time I bought "Yuan Fu" from the Contempt Pavilion for 2,000 yuan in silver, but the translator Mr. Yan was from the officialdom, and the Contempt Pavilion did not dare to make a mistake, so I had to set the price too high. ”

Yang Rui used to think that the copyright of a book is a few hundred yuan, according to the current price, this ocean is a hundred yuan in later generations, and a few hundred oceans is converted into tens of thousands of yuan, which is consistent with the price of newspaper manuscripts, but people treat this book as a classic anthology to dedicate it, so the price is very high. He was very happy to hear that there were more than 1,000 yuan, and when he saw that the other party was so honest, he had a good impression and was not particular, and said: "Mr. Xie is so honest, I deeply admire." You see this well, my side to give the copyright of Chinese paper to your museum, the price is according to 1,000 yuan, do you think it is 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 included." As for the copyright of the electronic version, it is really difficult to explain, so I didn't say anything, and only bit the text to the paper.

Mr. Xie understood that this was saying that books could only be sold in China, not foreign countries. In fact, at this time, China is mainly importing foreign science and technology culture, and has not thought about exporting, and then the printing house has not been established for a few years, the domestic market is too busy, how can there be energy to think about foreign countries, as for paper, although I don't know what other qualities there are in addition to paper, but now the books are all paper, and no one uses bamboo slips, there is no doubt at the moment.

The next thing is to write the contract.,Economics is a thousand deals.,The remaining two.,If the quality of the word count is the same, also refer to the price of this book.,If the difference is large, it's based on this price to negotiate.。 There was no objection to the contract being written, and the two parties signed it, and the printing house paid 1,000 yuan for the book, and the money was paid with a ticket, which was issued by China International Commercial Bank, and Yang Rui had no opinion, after all, it was all ocean, and it was not easy to take. After everything was over, Yang Rui said goodbye after chatting for a while, although the conversation was very pleasant, but Mr. Xie was too busy after all, and several times someone went upstairs to meet guests, and avoided it.

Out of the printing hall and walking on the back road, Yang Rui was in a good mood, a thousand yuan, plus the other two, there should be three thousand yuan, one step closer to the plan. There are still a lot of books, and they should be tens of thousands of dollars if they have been published. It's just that some books should not be published, Yang Rui is cautious, economics will be micro, macro will be forgotten, hum! After 1929, it would be better to make the economic crisis more severe.

It's good to have money, but it's only one person who has a good mood, and it's very boring if you don't share it with anyone. Back in the room, Yang Rui couldn't sit still, and then thought that he had money, so he still had to redeem the gold chain, and then went around, he found the original pawn ticket, locked the important things in the box, and hurriedly went out.

The approximate location of the pawnshop is known, and it is still those guys who went in, and the chain was finally taken back, Yang Rui put it carefully, after all, there were not many things with him, and there was nothing to lose. On the way to the pawnshop just now, Yang Rui wanted to go around, thinking that there were two places in Shanghai that he didn't go, one was the French Concession, and the other was the Huashi side, which didn't have braids but didn't dare to go, and Yang Rui didn't want to buy a fake braid to hang on the back of his head, so he had to go to the French Concession.

When the car passed by an intersection, Yang Rui saw a group of young people walking on the side of the road, although there was no queue, but it was still very spectacular, and suddenly saw a person in the crowd who looked like Qian Bocong, and when he wanted to look more carefully, that person did not enter the crowd, it was already winter, 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 dig deeper, maybe he looked like him.

In fact, Yang Rui was not mistaken, that person was Qian Bocong, he was with a group of classmates, when he saw Yang Rui, he immediately hid behind his classmates, and after a while he stretched out his head to look at the intersection, but now 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, so nervous?" ”

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

"What are you talking about, it's not that old man Guo, a villager, doesn't treat Allah as a person, isn't Yi, will Allah be like this?" The classmate said angrily. Qian Bocong was speechless, thinking about how to explain it to his parents.