Hilton Hotel.

    Music teahouse.

    Elegant piano music.

    Yang Lin has no time to enjoy master piano music. He is looking for wheat.

    In order to show his attention, he specially arrived at the music teahouse 15 minutes early. After three rounds, he couldn''t find a comic master who matched his image.

    Haven''t you come yet?

    It''s possible. It''s about 2:30. It''s only 2:28 now.

    Find a seat to sit down and look at the entrance of the music teahouse. Yang Lin waited anxiously.

    At 2:30, a young man came up to him with coffee: "excuse me, are you Yang Linfei, editor in chief of Feiyang publishing house?"

    "I am. Are you Mr. Mai''s assistant?"

    The young man was well dressed and well behaved. Yang Linfei remembered that he had sat alone in a seat not far away and passed in front of each other several times.

    Mai Xiaoyu smiled and sat opposite Yang Linfei: "Hello, chief editor Yang, I''m wheat."

    what?

    Are you wheat?

    The author of fire shadow and flower man?

    So young!

    Yang Linfei couldn''t believe his eyes and ears.

    In his mind, the author Mai Zi must be a senior cartoonist with the comic skills shown in fire shadow and flower man. In terms of age, at least in their twenties, thirties and forties.

    But the young man in front of him was in his early twenties at best, so Yang Lin didn''t pay too much attention to him just now.

    Is he really wheat himself?

    "Wheat... Hello, teacher. I''m Yang Linfei, editor in chief of Feiyang publishing house." Yang Linfei got up and stretched out his right hand.

    "Just call me wheat." Mai Xiaoyu got up and shook hands.

    "I apologize to you on behalf of my little girl. It''s my lax discipline. Last night, my little girl was so offended that I criticized her after I came back. Please forgive me, Mr. wheat."

    "Why criticize her? I didn''t complain to you last night. Who wasn''t naughty when I was a child? When I was her age, I often fought with people. I hate people making small reports."

    Looks like it''s him.

    Yang Linfei finally determined the identity of wheat. After being simple and polite, he went straight to the theme: "Mr. wheat, our publishing house is very sincere to sign your fancy man. This is the contract. Please have a look. We can negotiate and modify what we are dissatisfied with. You can also put forward any requirements for treatment. We will try our best to meet them."

    "Don''t worry first." Mai Xiaoyu pushed back the contract. "I also made an appointment with Jiying club, but it''s 3:30."

    Is this going to be for sale?

    Yang Linfei''s heart clicked.

    At the end of Yanjing publishing circle of Feiyang publishing house, "Feiyang · youth" is a third rate Chinese comic magazine. What does it take to compete with RB comic giant Jiying society''s "juvenile jump"?

    Yang Lin smiled bitterly: "it seems that you have made a decision. Congratulations."

    "No, no, you misunderstood. I''ll talk to them about the signing of Naruto later. I need your cooperation, okay?"

    Understand?

    Speaking of this, what else don''t you understand?

    Isn''t this a common routine?

    And pit devils, as Chinese people, we should do our part!

    The two heads met and discussed in a low voice. Mai Xiaoyu told Yang Linfei several key points that needed his cooperation and some precautions. The rest needed Yang Linfei''s understanding and play.

    Yanglin has not been involved in the publishing industry for many years. He has seen, heard and experienced a variety of ways. He really doesn''t want to be too much. He soon understands his positioning and knows how to cooperate with Mai Xiaoyu.

    RB people have a strong sense of time and arrive on time at 3:30.

    In hot weather, the three people in Jiying club were still dressed in suits and stood at the entrance of the music teahouse. One of them took out his mobile phone to make a call.

    Mai Xiaoyu hung up the call and waved his mobile phone: "here."

    "Hello, are you Mr. wheat?"

    Jiying society attached great importance to this meeting and sent a senior editor in chief, Nakamura Dahe, to fly to China with his assistant. In order to keep it confidential, I didn''t even invite a full-time translator. I found a staff member who had studied abroad in China and obtained the HSK level 6 qualification certificate of Chinese proficiency test as a temporary translator.

    Like Yang Linfei, they were also surprised at Mai Xiaoyu''s youth. They didn''t think that such a young Chinese could have such a profound understanding of the Ninja culture of the Daiwa nation.

    Nakamura whispered to the interpreter and winked at the assistant.

    The translator said in broken Mandarin, "Mr. Mai, is this Naruto written by you?"

    At the same time, the assistant took out a thick stack of drawings from his briefcase, which was the manuscript of Naruto that Mai Xiaoyu threw to long love.

    "I drew it. How did it get into your hands?" for a moment, Mai Xiaoyu vaguely understood why he waited so long and didn''t wait for the right time. "Is my fancy man also in your hands?"

    The translator and Nakamura murmured regretfully, "it''s a pity that someone took the man in pattern before us. We haven''t had the honor to read your work."

    In other words, my two comic manuscripts are not in the hands of Aiman culture?

    This is the draft. Aiman culture is the sponsor!

    I caught a glimpse of Yang Linfei winking at himself. Mai Xiaoyu understood it for a second and knew the whereabouts of the manuscript of pattern man. He was completely speechless.

    I said why love man culture has not seen any news. I see.

    Even the manuscript is lost. How can Aiman culture plagiarize their comic ideas?

    The comic circle is so messy.

    "Mr. Maizi, with all due respect, there is a rumor in your country that you are not the author of Naruto..."

    "You said it was a rumor. Why did you ask me?"

    "That''s right. Our company is very sincere to sign this cartoon, but the identity of the author must be determined."

    Yang Lin coughed and began to cooperate: "since you doubt that he is not the author himself, give me Naruto. Our publishing house is also interested in signing a contract, and its sincerity is no less than yours."

    Stunned, the translator whispered to Nakamura again, stared at Yang Linfei and asked, "who are you?"

    Yang Linfei handed over his business card: "Yang Linfei, chief editor of Feiyang publishing house."

    RB people want to curse their mother.

    They thought Yang Lin was a friend of Mai Xiaoyu and helped him negotiate. Now they know that he is their own competitor!

    "Mr. Mai, we respect you very much. We have great sincerity in meeting you today. How can you invite another publishing company at the same time?"

    "I don''t think it''s bad. If we can''t reach an agreement in today''s negotiation, I will sign a contract with Feiyang publishing house. Time is money, and my time is precious."

    This time, Nakamura was not in a hurry to make a statement. After listening to the translation, I meditated for five minutes and talked a lot.

    Mr. Maizi, the chief editor of Nakamura said that as long as you can prove that you are the original author of Naruto, you can sign the contract today

    "So many foreigners prove it." Mai Xiaoyu sighed, "do you have a pen and paper?"