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Chapter 307 President Niu's Good Days Are Over

Lin Yuyao agreed readily.

"No problem, Xiao Jiang, you're right. I also think my writing isn't very good and there's a lot of room for improvement. I'll definitely write the next one properly and submit it after I've finished it."

Jiang Cong: "..."

President Niu: "..."

No, isn't this a bit too straightforward?

Didn't she realize that he was trying to manipulate her?

Is he being a bit slow-witted or is he deliberately trying to outdo them?

He covered the microphone and asked, "President, what do you think we should do now?"

President Niu, furious, took a few deep breaths and said, "Stop beating around the bush. Tell her directly that she must sign an overseas free authorization agreement, otherwise the two books she has in my hands will no longer be sold to the public from now on. A five-year contract, I'll drag it out until she dies."

Jiang Cong thought to himself, "Isn't this a bit too direct?"

What's the difference between that and robbery?

But as an intern who got in through connections, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and do the work in order to keep his job and successfully become a full-time employee.

"Ms. Lin, is that so? If we can't open up overseas markets, it might affect your domestic sales."

Oh, it can even affect domestic sales?

Lin Yuyao asked with amusement, "How will it affect you? Why?"

Jiang Cong racked his brains for a moment before saying, "Actually, our publishing house lost money on your first two books. We are more optimistic about the overseas market for your subject matter. Only if we can make money in the overseas market can we break even on the losses in the domestic market. If you don't agree, then we can't continue to invest in the domestic market. The more we invest, the more we lose."

"That's not right," Lin Yuyao said calmly. "Overseas licensing is free, so how can you use overseas revenue to balance your domestic accounts?"

Jiang Cong: "..."

"Your content is free, but... but what about our accompanying products?"

He's starting to talk nonsense.

"What comes with it? For example?"

"This..." He couldn't finish his sentence, and was covered in sweat as he looked anxiously at President Niu.

President Niu gritted his teeth and muttered a curse, "It's no use," before snatching the microphone away.

"We plan to collaborate with renowned publishers in Hong Kong and Macau, allowing you to work with well-known authors from Hong Kong and Macau whose books are sold for a fee. Simply put, we sell their books and give you our books as a gift."

Oh, her book was given away as a free gift.

"Is that President Niu?"

"Yes, it's me. Young man, I saw your potential, which is why I'm investing in you at a loss. Being able to sell your work alongside a well-known author is a rare opportunity for you. You have a long writing career ahead of you, and using one or two books to open up a vast overseas market can only benefit you. I hope you will consider this carefully."

"I'm sorry, I don't want to." Lin Yuyao still refused.

The president of the company opposite him was very angry. "You're just a newbie, don't you think you're so great just because you can write a few words?"

“I didn’t think that way, but I also know that it’s my right to agree or not, and I just don’t agree.”

"Hmph, I think you've gotten too lucky and are too arrogant. Fine, you don't agree, right? Let me tell you clearly, I won't accept your manuscript here. In this entire city of Nancheng, there isn't a single publishing house that will accept your manuscript. Lin Yuyao, you'll be begging me someday."

After uttering these harsh words, he turned and ordered, "Spread the word: from today onwards, all books under Lin Yuyao's name will cease printing, and we will no longer accept her new manuscripts."

what?

Someone said, "President, we just signed a contract for 100,000 copies. If we breach the contract..."

Before I could finish listening to what the other person was saying, a beeping sound came from the microphone.

Bye?

Lin Yuyao chuckled and hung up the phone.

"Yuyao, what's wrong?" Zhou Jing asked curiously as she came over.

Lin Yuyao briefly explained it to her.

After listening, Zhou Jing clicked her tongue and said, "So you mean you want me to give it to you for free? You're getting angry because I didn't give it to you? Such a big publishing house, doing something so shameless, you're really shameless."

Yeah, they're shameless.

"Then what do you do now?"

Lin Yuyao pointed upstairs, "I'll open my own, anyway, I won't be submitting manuscripts to their publishing house anymore."

There's a lot of construction going on upstairs, which is much simpler than renovating a private rental apartment.

Once the power lines are installed, the floor is laid, and the walls are painted white, we can just sell office chairs later.

The only slightly troublesome areas are the tea room and the archives.

They said they'd finish in twenty days at most.

"But your book is still with their publishing house. Is it possible to get it back?"

Lin Yuyao frowned and shook her head; this was indeed a bit troublesome.

She signed a five-year contract.

"It's okay, we can get the copyright back in five years."

"Five years? That would be a waste of the best years."

"No, it's mine. I can hold onto it for five years and then sell it. If they don't sell, they're the ones who suffer the loss."

It should be said that the publisher suffered the loss.

President Niu is just a salaried employee, and nobody even knows what kind of shady business he's involved in.

He probably doesn't care.

Anyway, she didn't care.

Getting her to sign a free agreement? No way.

I wonder how Sister Song is doing.

Lin Yuyao guessed that it was possible that Sister Song had resigned, but the other party did not approve it, and the publishing house suspended her.

No, she has to find a way to contact her.

Even if she went to Yunhua Publishing House, she might not get any results, so she simply told Fu Huaiyi about it that night.

"I remember you said you were very familiar with the Chen family?"

"We're not very familiar with each other, but it's alright."

"Can you get in touch with Chen Bingzhi?"

Fu Huaiyi: "You're looking for him?"

"Yes, I want to ask her what happened to Sister Song."

She briefly recounted what had happened that afternoon.

Of course, she didn't forget to mention the threats President Niu had made against her.

Fu Huaiyi was both angry and amused. "Knowing he's the president of a second-rate publishing house, anyone who didn't would think he's the Minister of Culture. He's a coward who only bullies the weak and fears the strong, so he only bullies small-time authors."

He was initially hesitant about whether to report him.

After all, reporting him is a troublesome matter; you have to find evidence and such.

He's the kind of person who hates trouble, and he wouldn't have bothered to get involved unless the other party had gone too far.

Now, there's no need to hesitate.

It practically forced him to rid the people of this scourge.

He put his arm around his wife and said, "We definitely won't beg him, but I know that later he won't be able to do anything even if he begs and pleads."

"what do you want?"

"Go ahead and report him."

"Report what?"

"It depends on what he did."

Lin Yuyao said, "Saying he did something shady is just our guess, and we don't even know what he did. What if we're wrong?"

"Heh, believe my guess. If he's clean, I'll take your surname."

Lin Yuyao: "Mr. Fu, please be serious."

"Seriously, I've always been serious."

He checked the time, released her, and stood up. "I'm going downstairs to make a phone call. I'll be right back."

"Should we call Chen Bingzhi?"