Sang Bai got out of the car and looked at the two people who were rushing over with a puzzled look on their faces.

"Do you two call me?" Sang Bo asked.

One of the middle-aged men in their thirty-four or five years breathed a few times and asked, "Is it Mr. Sang Bosang?"

Seeing Sang Bai nodding, the man took out his business card and handed it over.

"Hello, Mr. Sang, I am Mu Yongliang, the manager of Fulong Printing. This is my colleague Zhou Shunting. We came here this time to publish Mr.'s set of books..."

Sang Bai looked at it and looked up and asked Mu Yongliang: "Can you get the book number?"

It was not that Sang Bo asked randomly, but that from the business card, Laozi's Fulong Library is a private publishing company, and it is also a foreign-funded company. The address is also located in Chen City. It seems that it is a foreign-funded printing company that entered Chen City very early.

However, Sang Bo has never heard of the name of this company. It is either that he has done poorly in his later generations or that he has been lost by the big waves of the market.

"Our company belongs to..." Mu Yongliang introduced.

When Sang Bo understood, he understood that if what this person said was true, then this company was founded by a famous patriotic overseas Chinese nephew in later generations. With his relationship with senior officials, it should be said that there is no problem for his sons and nephews to get a book number.

But Sang Bo dared not believe it. There are very few domestic scammers these days, and even if there are, they are still unavailable. There are only a lot of foreign scammers, and they are bad.

"Let's find a place to talk?" Mu Yongliang said.

Sang Bo smiled and said, "There is no cafe here, and there is no place to have afternoon tea. Where can I talk about business? I think this is the case. There is a small park in front and a pavilion in the park. Let's go there and sit there?"

"That's fine!"

Mu Yongliang didn't say much.

So the three of them walked towards the small park.

When he arrived at the park and sat in the pavilion, Mu Yongliang began to talk. While he was talking, Zhou Shunting, the one who was traveling with him, carefully flipped up the first English textbook in Sang Bai's hand.

Zhou Shunting flipped quickly, not because he was of high level, but because he had seen it.

"To be honest, I am not very good at foreign-funded enterprises. The national conditions of our country are different from those of you in Malaysia. Things that you think are normal may not work here," said Sang Bo.

Mu Yongliang came prepared.

"I know we are an unknown company in China, not as good as a large domestic bookstore like Qihua Bookstore, but we are sincere. This time I came with full sincerity." Mu Yongliang paused after speaking.

Sang Bai was unmoved and said sincerity in his mouth. Sang Bai listened to eight paragraphs for a penny in his later generations, and it had to be said by eight people.

Mu Yongliang was not ready to just talk, and said, "Our main business is printing now. China's printing industry is very tight now, so we can't stop working in the brush factory now, but it is not our style to always help others print. We want to enter the publishing industry..."

Sang Bo understood that this Malaysian investor was not willing to make only the lowest-level printing money, that is, the money he gave to others. He wanted to be a boss, and he had his own products, and he also had his own fist products. When someone mentioned Fulong, it was no longer a printing factory, but Fulong Bookstore.

"I have a lot of ideas!" Sang Bai praised against his will.

At this time, Sang Bo thought that this person was going to draw a cake for him, and wanted to rely on a piece of cake to take away the benefits from him. He said it was good but he was disdainful: This trick is used to me, you must know that I have a friend who is a friend who is a good friend, and it is not worthy of carrying shoes to him at your level.

"Not only do we have ideas, we also have sincerity!"

As he said that, Mu Yongliang took out a document from the bag he brought.

"This is our contract!"

Sang Bai looked at it and was stunned by the contract. Now what he saw is not a thousand words or eighty, but three hundred, which is more than three times that given by Qihua Bookstore. There are also files for sharing, such as selling one million copies. In addition to the number of copies given by the state, there are additional rewards for sharing.

Just looking at this contract is much better than what Qihua Bookstore gave. According to Qihua Bookstore's contract, the first volume of Sangbai is paid up to 2,000 yuan.

The royalties given in this contract are more than Qihua's royalties in the first volume alone.

Sang Bo smiled bitterly and said, "No wonder everyone is thrusting their heads into a foreign company!"

"For the first time, in order to show our sincerity, we advance all your digital remuneration and half of the remuneration for 500,000 copies of printed remuneration."

When Sang Bo heard this, he thought for a while and asked, "Why did you ask me to refuse?"

This is a bad idea to give money! Not to mention that the first time someone opened the seal was 500,000 copies, which was much higher than the 10,000 copies of Qihua Bookstore.

Just as Sang Bo was trying to say something, his eyes suddenly turned and he saw a young girl leaning against the rockery to take pictures.

Mu Yongliang was thinking about anything else. Seeing Sang Bo's gaze wandering, he followed Sang Bo's gaze and found that he was looking at the girl. And the girl looked so average. He couldn't help but smile and think: This person's English textbook is well compiled, but his eyes look bad when he looks at women. Such a lady can only sweep the floor in a nightclub.

Sang Bo didn't know what Mu Yongliang was thinking. He didn't even look at the girl. What really attracted him was the T-shirt that the girl wore. The white short-sleeved T-shirt was printed with three heads and six arms Nezha. Forty years later, this outfit was just like that. In this era, it really attracted the attention as much as it should.

As long as you pass by this girl, there is nothing you don’t want to watch.

Cough! Cough!

"Oh, sorry, I remembered something."

When Sang Bai saw this, he remembered Guo Changyou. It seemed that this person had made a fortune, but his investment was probably wasted, because if it was done, he should come to him during the Chinese New Year. Even if he didn't look for it, he should have a call. The no-sound and no-xun designation was that he didn't want to share the money for himself.

Shaking his head and making fun of himself in his mind, Sangbai retracted his attention.

"You'll have money to sign it?" Sang Bai asked with a smile.

"No! The money is in your hands, you can sign it again," said Mu Yongliang.

Seeing Sang Bai laughing, Mu Yongliang said again: "Are you satisfied?"

"I'm satisfied," said Sang Bo.

Mu Yongliang smiled and said, "Happy cooperation" and stretched out his hand.

As soon as the two of them held hands, Zhou Shunting took out the money from his leather backpack and placed 15,000 yuan in front of Sang Bai.

Sang Bai didn't even count, so he signed Daming on the contract, and then left one copy of the signed contract to Mu Yongliang.

At the same time, I also handed over the first and second booklets.

Mu Yongliang took a look and took them all back into his bag.

"I originally wanted to have a meal with you, but now I have to rush back and find someone to review..."

"I understand!" said Sang Bai.

Sangbai likes to do things like this. No one has to be too careless when they are straightforward. Money is better than anything else, and it is more true than any falsehood.

After seeing off Mu Yongliang and the others, Sang Bai was in such a good mood. He was so excited that he went to call Xia Yanqiu out.

"What are you doing? You're working now. I'll say something to you at night. Why did you bring all the bedding?"

Xia Yanqiu saw Sang Bai coming to find him at this time, and when he saw him bringing the bedding, he focused on this matter again.

"New..." Sangbai told the story.

Xia Yanqiu said: "Forget it, if you don't teach, don't teach it. You don't have anything to do with them and you're still tired all day long. Prepare your lessons until late at night, and we can live a relaxed life."

Xia Yanqiu was very angry when she heard this, thinking that the new foreign trade director was really not a thing, and it was quite easy to burn bridges across the river.

"Okay, I'll go back to work first. I'm quite busy with work today. You can give my things to my house first."

"Don't, I have something to ask you for, someone bought my book!" Sang Bai came out to show off his wife, and with the gaze of the harvest, how could she let her leave all of a sudden?

"Someone is going to publish it, but this time it won't...ah!"

Xia Yanqiu looked at her lover and raised her hand, revealing the neatly tidied ink-colored ten-round bills in the cloth bag, and exclaimed directly.

Thirty yuan a month, suddenly more than ten thousand yuan is placed in front of you, no less than throwing four or five million in front of you in a few decades.

It shocked Xia Yanqiu in an instant.

The moment she exhaled, Xia Yanqiu covered her mouth.

"This...this..."

Sang Bai was very satisfied and said with a smile: "We have a home now!"

"So much?" Xia Yanqiu was still shocked. She never thought that one day ten thousand yuan would suddenly appear in front of her.

Sang Bai said: "Where is this? This is the first and the advance payment for the second book. I waited for a batch of money to be transferred in three months. I calculated that if each time it was 500,000 copies, I would get more than 80,000 yuan in the end."

"This...how did this fall?" Xia Yanqiu murmured.

"Flower hard!" Sang Bai smiled happily.

Xia Yanqiu said: "Why are you doing so loud? Be careful that others will hear me. Don't talk nonsense about this, especially my mother, she can't hide the matter."

"I'll leave five thousand here first, you can save ten thousand." Sang Bai carefully divided the money in the cloth bag into two stacks of sizes.

Xia Yanqiu said: "This is not possible!"

"Why, you have prepared a spare tire?" Sang Bo joked.

But looking at Xia Yanqiu with a confused look on his face, he remembered the statement of a spare tire. I don’t know how many years it will take to wait.

"If you ask you to accept it, you will accept it," said Sangbai.

Xia Yanqiu said, "You should keep it at home. I really have no place to hide it. Even if I deposit it in the bank, I am not at ease. When people see that I deposit ten thousand... I might think I stolen it."

Sang Bai was right when he thought about it. Xia Yanqiu's consideration was not unreasonable. He really didn't know what kind of trouble he would cause if he took 10,000 yuan to deposit it in the bank at this time.

"Then I will collect it. We will use all this money to build a house. When the house is built, I will marry you," said Sangbai.

"Yeah!" Xia Yanqiu responded happily.
Chapter completed!