"I really want to see it!" Professor Ma looked yearning.

"Do you have a copy of the book?" Sang Bai asked.

At this time, Sang Bo really didn't know if there was any manuscript fee. If there was no manuscript fee, what was the point. Sang Bo would have no motivation to copy the remaining chapters back.

Professor Ma laughed and said, "Of course there is one, I came here on behalf of Qihua Bookstore..."

Professor Ma calculated it and said that he might get ten thousand yuan in the end.

When Sang Bo heard this, he became interested. There was no way. Sang Bo is not short of small money now, but he is short of tens of thousands of yuan. Look at Professor Ma, if this book is published, he can earn 15,000 or 16,000 yuan anyway.

Of course, this is what Sang Bo thought in his heart and did not say it out loud. At present, he did not dare to think too much.

"As long as this book belongs to you, there will be no problem with the royalties," said Professor Ma.

Sanbali said with confidence: "That's natural, there is no one else except me and my teacher!"

What he said was so decisive that he wiped out the long, almost three lines of the editorial team members on the cover of the book in the space, and directly took the decades of hard work as if they had already.

The shameless guy had a serious expression on his face as if this was a nail on the ground, and he was deeply rooted in the essence of the businessmen who were shouting for the 996th generation in the future.

If someone accuses Sangbai of this incident, Sangbai will definitely fight back: Bah! You are so shameless and have a brute-faced look. Wouldn't it be nice to have a mortgage loan in your original space for decades?

"So, if you have time, let's go to Qihua Bookstore today and talk about publishing?"

"So anxious?" Sangbai asked.

Professor Ma said: "If such a good book is printed one day earlier, it can benefit comrades who love learning English one day earlier. I am also planning to include this textbook in my teaching."

Sang Bo didn't think much: "Yes, but I still have teaching here, so I can't stay for too long."

When Professor Ma heard Sang Bai say this, he pulled Sang Bai out and said, "Then set off quickly!"

"What's the hurry? Let's take a break and leave." How could a lazy person like Sang Bai be so decisive and vigorous.

But Professor Ma couldn't care so much: "Let's go quickly, this is more urgent than resting and eating!"

So just like that, Sang Bai was pulled away by Professor Ma.

When they arrived at the station, Sang Bai called Xia Yanqiu out.

"You want to publish a book?" Xia Yanqiu heard Sang Bai say he wanted to publish a book, and the little stars looking at Sang Bai were filled with worship.

Sang Bai felt very helpful, but he said, "This is nothing. I still don't know me well enough when you think so. I will go to the provincial capital and come back the day after tomorrow. Let me tell you, if this book is published, we will have money."

Xia Yanqiu smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you have money or not. We have land, and I have classes as well."

"You have a good attitude." Sang Bo smiled.

"Do you want me to take you into the car?" Xia Yanqiu said.

Sang Bai said: "No, that old professor is a child caregiver at Qihua Bookstore. If he doesn't buy tickets, whoever buys tickets, we don't have to waste our favors."

Xia Yanqiu smiled and said, "You are so smart!"

Sang Bai laughed twice.

After the couple said goodbye, Professor Ma went to buy tickets. At this time, Sang Bai realized that Qiu Wentao was not going, and only he and Professor Ma were going to the provincial capital.

Sang Bo was not afraid of Professor Ma being a slaughterer, so he was just two of them, so he bought a ticket and got on the bus and headed all the way to the provincial capital.

Sitting in the car, Sang Bo felt like he was living today, and almost thought he had worn it again.

I followed Professor Ma to the provincial capital in a daze. After calling Professor Ma, he arranged for a night to rest in Sangbai.

The next day, Sang Bai was dragged to Qihua Bookstore by Professor Ma in a daze, and then began to talk about printing books.

"etc!"

Sangbai reached out and stopped the person who read the terms to him and continued reading.

"This clause is not appropriate. This copyright belongs to mine. You can't reprint it if you want it," asked Sangbai.

The person who talked to Sang Bai suddenly looked bitter: "No, we all operate this way. Our Qihua Bookstore is not a small printing factory..."

Sang Bai waved his hand: "I don't care what others talk about, but I definitely can't do this here. How many copies of the first draft are based on what we talk about. If you want to reprint it, let's continue talking about it."

Even if Sang Bai is stupid, he knows how many times he has printed the booklets in his space and how many copies he has printed. You can give him some small losses at the beginning, but how can he bear it if he wants to take advantage of him? The first time he writes some initial printing fee, but the second time he just doesn’t pay a penny. If you want to print, just start printing. This can work.

"I haven't done this before!" This guy was worried.

Nowadays, intellectuals are all ashamed to withdraw money. When they mention money, they seem to have a low personality. But Sangbai doesn't think so at all. Intellectuals should be confident in talking to investors.

"The country also has regulations in this regard." Professor Ma also felt bitter.

Nowadays, when people hear about publishing, let alone paying money, even if they don’t have money, they will still stick their heads to publish a book. The person in front of them still thinks that if they give money, they still think that.

The person from Qihua Book Company also thought to himself: Do you know how difficult it is to come up with this book now? The center of the paper that published the book specially adjusted the paper from the Selected Collection of Dazu to print other books and magazines.

At that time, there was nothing in China, including paper for printing books. The most printed books before the opening were naturally the ones like Xiaohong. But now it is open, and the collections, novels, classics, etc. that were interrupted by the turmoil must be reprinted to satisfy people's spiritual life. And it happened that a new collection was to be published. The two collided and finally hit the top, and decided to slow down the printing of the collections, focusing on the printing of classic works, literature, technology and other books.

Sangbai said: "When it's time to talk about money, talk about money. This is a good book and it is worth a high price. If I follow this standard, then my losses will be too great. You have made huge profits, and I haven't even drunk the soup."

Sang Bo is not happy that he only has the lowest royalty fee. Thousand words for eighty are quite high, and it is quite considerable for people nowadays. If it were made up by people nowadays, he would be very happy.

But Sang knew how many copies of this thing were printed in later generations. He was not a person at this time, but from forty years later.

He didn't know about this the day before yesterday, but Professor Ma had known that there were so many good textbooks in the market now that he could not recognize the royalties of 80/100 words, not to mention the terms of reprinting.

"Don't be impulsive!" Professor Ma said immediately in shock.

"We don't know if this book will be popular on the market. In fact, the first time printing 10,000 copies is already quite..."

Sang Bai fully utilized the advantages of the time traveler and said, "Then let's make a bet, that is, a bet agreement..."

"This is impossible!"

Before Sang Bai finished speaking, people stopped him.

The publishing house is also a businessman, and there is no fool if he is a businessman. He naturally knows how much the book is printed. He conservatively estimates that it will have to be one million copies. How could he recognize what Sang Bo said about the bet agreement?

And how could the public bookstore have opened a hole because of Sang Bo? If it were replaced by everyone or something, Sang Bo would not have such a reputation.

After talking back and forth for forty minutes, there was no progress. Qihua Book Company insisted on printing and printing was to first 10,000 copies, and pay at this price. The printing was later considered reprinting.

"Then forget it!"

Sang Bai was not happy to talk to him, so he stood up and packed up his own notebook on the table and left. This book was the first volume of Sang Bai's decision to test the book, and the title of the book was "Sang Bai Teach You to Learn English".

Yes, Sang Bo is so shameless! From the beginning to the mastery, he changed his name directly.

Sangbai left the house, but the others didn't chase him. Sangbai went out and paused but still didn't turn around and left.

After buying a ticket to go home, when he saw Xia Yanqiu talking about this, Xia Yanqiu comforted Sangbai instead.

So Sangbai continued his teaching.

The publishing house did not call, but came to Professor Ma and called a few times, saying that Sang Bo was a little too impulsive. Sang Bo sometimes felt a little impulsive, what a good opportunity for money laundering.

But at this point, he was not going to deliver his face to his door: I, a guy who came here forty years later, wouldn’t he be able to make money!

Put the stingy Qihua Bookstore aside, and Sangbai concentrates on teaching students.

Not long after, the students who were listening to the class changed. More people came and more young faces became more. Now some of the students were transferred away one after another.

The provincial government really transferred Yu Zeshan and others away, and it was not just about entering the province's foreign trade. For example, Qiu Wentao actually went against the sky and joined the provincial government.

There was something happening in the province, and the city hugged two people. When a few brothers in the nearby city saw it, they also got some people under the banner of borrowing. Regardless of whether there are foreign guests or not, I have to have this person anyway. If you raise them, just raise them to have a few more people to eat.

In this way, in less than a month, most of the old students in Sangbai's class left.

This immediately warmed up the hearts of the people in the small county town. Sangbai's lesson was so hot that it became so hot.

There are too many newcomers and the elderly are about to leave soon, so in early May, Sangbai's side is not allowed to start teaching again, because these students are replaced by those who cannot recognize even the 26 English letters.

Most of the students who have studied well have been promoted, and there are still more than a dozen people who have to take the college entrance examination, and almost all the essence of the students is gone.

Speaking of which, Sang Bai was quite happy and cheered up to teach the next group.

Sangbai finished supper and was about to go to class. Before he could reach the door, Sangbai was stopped by the Bureau of Commonwealth.

"Xiao Sang, come here."

"I have a class!"

Director Qi smiled and said, "I won't ask you to drink! Come with me, don't worry, let the students learn by themselves."

Sang Bai was a little strange when he heard this, and felt that the game was a little strange today.

I thought so in my heart, but I still accompanied Qi from the family compound and walked to the street.

"Xiaosang, we've known each other for half a year, right?"

"Well, it's been more than seven months," said Sangbai.

"I'm leaving," Qijudao.

Sang Bai was stunned for a moment when he heard this: "Where are you going?"

"I went to a small county under Pingzhou to be the deputy county magistrate. I just decided in the morning," said Qi Bureau.

"Then congratulations," Sang Bo said with a smile.

Pingzhou is much richer than this. Although it is all counties, it cannot be compared. People are ahead of the province, so can it be the same as the last place here? Not only did I go to Pingzhou but also upgraded to another level. This is a great progress.
To be continued...