First Divorce Forced To Become a Full-time Artist

  Chapter 77 can't be that kid! (Three more!)

   "Chairman, I will go to you now, I will go to you now."

  The phone hangs up, Li Dazhu and Fang Guokun are looking at me and you.

   "Dazhu, have you contacted him?" Fang Guokun asked.

  Li Dazhu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Where can I contact him? I went to Hezhou four or five times, and every time I left empty-handed, no one knew the identity of the masked poet."

   "Then, then why did he contribute to us!?" Fang Guokun said, his turbid and vicissitudes eyes flickered slightly.

   More than ten minutes later, a middle-aged man in his forties who was wearing a suit and stepping on leather shoes came over. He was the general manager of the publishing company.

  He was holding a letter in his hand, and the letter read "Li Dazhu's personal enlightenment" and the signature was "An Zhi Ruo Su".

  Li Dazhu accepted the letter, and then tremblingly tore open the envelope.

  There is a thick copy of the copy in the envelope. Li Dazhu glanced at it, and it was full of poems.

  Includes "Quiet Night Thoughts", "Mountain Walking", "Traveling in the Guest", "When Will the Moon Come", "Climbing", "Jinse" and so on.

  The fifty-odd poems in the front are all chanted at the poem conference, and there are twenty or thirty poems in the back, which have never appeared before. However, these twenty or thirty poems are all classics in the classics, the kind that makes people refreshing just by reading.

  In addition to this pile of copied verses, there is also a printed letter.

  "Hello, I heard from the TV station that your company has been contacting me to publish my collection of poems, and has received your request, and I hope to cooperate with your company."

   "The 50-odd poems in the Poetry Conference have been published in a set of poems, so I wrote more than 30 poems, making up a total of eighty-eight poems, which should be enough for publication."

   "The name of the poem collection is "An Zhiruo Su Poem Collection"."

  "In addition, I have heard that your company is currently experiencing some economic crisis. I have already transferred 3 million yuan to your company, hoping to help your company tide over the difficulties temporarily."

  "In this letter, there are four blank A4 papers with my autograph and red fingerprint. You can print the contract directly on paper."

  "The content of the contract is made by you, and I will give it to you all. The royalties are temporarily kept by your company. When do I need to ask for the three million loan together."

   "In addition, the composition company must not go bankrupt. That is your hard work, and I will fully support you."

  The letter is not long, but it explains everything that should be explained.

   Then Li Dazhu turned over the envelope again, and he found two blank papers inside. The lower right corner of the blank page had the words ‘An Zhi Ruo Su’ written by hand, and there was also a red fingerprint.

   "How much do you trust us in the end!" Li Dazhu muttered to himself.

  Fang Guokun and the general manager are still a little confused, why did Chairman Li Dazhu suddenly say such things in a sighing tone.

   Then, Li Dazhu explained the specific situation to Fang Guokun.

After finishing talking, Fang Guokun and the general manager were stunned.

   "The three million was actually given to us in peace!"

  "The key point is that he actually gave us four signed blank papers. What does this mean? Does it mean that we write the contract casually? Isn't he afraid that we will directly write the unconditional assignment contract?" The general manager looked confused.

Li Dazhu shook his head, with a joyful expression on his face. He said with a complicated expression: "Three million dollars have been transferred directly, and the royalties can be kept by our company temporarily, which shows that he doesn't value this book of poems at all! But whether people value it or not. Take it seriously, since people treat us this way, we definitely can’t do such nasty things."

Li Dazhu glanced at the general manager: "Hold these two signatures and go back to prepare the contract. Our normal publishing royalties are 6 to 10% to the writer. This "An Zhi Ruo Su Poetry Collection", we give An Zhi Ruo Su 15% Royalty!"

   "Fifteen percent!?" The general manager was taken aback, but didn't say much, and nodded with a blank paper before leaving the ward.

  After the general manager left, Li Dazhu and Fang Guokun looked at each other in the ward, and suddenly there were tears in their eyes.

   "What is peak-to-loop turn? This is peak-to-loop turn." Fang Guokun said.

   "Yes! Three million is enough for us to pay off the loan. Moreover, once a quiet poem collection is published, it will sell for at least 500,000 copies!" Li Dazhu said happily.

  After the poem conference, An Zhi Ruo Su was rated as the first person in the poetry world. If you can publicize a little bit, this collection of poems will sell millions of copies without any problems.

  Able to sell a million copies, this book can at least bring several million in revenue to the company.

  Millions of books, they have never represented. Even if the sales volume exceeds 100,000, they have only represented five or six books, and more of them are in the tens of thousands.

After speaking, Li Dazhu's face was full of confusion: "But the strange thing is, why An Zhi Ruosu is willing to help us? I went to the radio several times before asking for contact information, but now I suddenly took the initiative to contact us, and Trust us so much."

  Fang Guokun also looked suspicious, sometimes frowning and sometimes looking up at the ceiling thinking.

  Can’t say why.

  The first figure that popped out of Fang Guokun’s head turned out to be Li Ang!

  Because although the two companies are in a state of losing money, there are very few people who know about them, at most only seven or eight.

  These seven or eight people are all too familiar and too familiar, and it is absolutely impossible to be a masked poet. Besides, if they want to help, why wait until now if they have already helped.

  And the only person I have just known recently is Ang Li; and Ang Li has always lived in Hezhou, where the poetry convention is held.

  Fang Guokun spoke out his thoughts.

  Hearing what Lao Fang said, Li Dazhu's heart jumped!

  Five or six days ago, Li Dazhu was still in front of his son Li An, saying that he had contacted An Zhi Ruo Su. If the son is safe and sound, then this is not a shame!

  Li Dazhu immediately shook his head: "How is it possible! Although the kid is a little poetic, but the level of peace is too high and too high."

   "And I know that kid, he has rarely read books in the past few years, let alone chant fifty poems on stage, that is absolutely impossible!"

   "Besides, even if that kid is really safe, why should he take out three million at a time?"

  "Lao Fang, this is three million in cash, not three hundred!"

  Listening to Da Zhu’s words, Fang Guokun sighed softly: "Okay, maybe I think too much!"

  Whether it is Li Dazhu or Fang Guokun, Li Ang is a child in the hearts of both of them, and they have to give him a child for living expenses every month.

  3 million, it can't match Li Ang at all.

Looking at Fang Guokun's face with a little disbelief, Li Dazhu immediately took out his cell phone and dialed his son Li An's number.

   "I'll call you and see, it can't be that kid!"

  　 Three shifts today!

  　　 Brothers, you want to update, right?

Row.

  　　 You want to update, I want to follow up, I want to recommend tickets!

  　　 Brothers, please satisfy me, and I will satisfy everyone to make everyone cool!

  (End of this chapter)