bayedsolid Chapter 562
Chapter 562
On May 24, Lu Qingfeng took the earliest flight back to China from Paris. When he landed at Yanjing Airport, it was already the early morning of the 25th because European time is seven hours behind China time.
To adjust to the time difference, Lu Qingfeng didn't sleep. After getting off the plane, he yawned, stretched his stiff body, and dragged his luggage out of the passageway.
An agent was waiting outside to pick them up.
"Thank you for your help, Brother Zhu."
"Don't mention it. Go back and get some sleep. You have a lot to do tomorrow morning."
Zhu Zhichang reached out to take the luggage.
"Ah."
Lu Qingfeng was also tired, so he handed the luggage to him.
After the two left the airport and arrived at the parking lot, Zhu Zhichang put his luggage in the trunk, and he opened the car door to get in.
"Ta-da, ta-da, welcome back home."
As soon as the door opened, a figure hiding in the back seat with their head covered by clothes suddenly jumped out.
"Sister Xiuxiu, didn't you go to England?"
Lu Qingfeng looked at the girl next door with surprise.
Because "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" is going to be published there, Yang Xiuxiu, who is in charge of this work, went to England. They were in contact yesterday.
On the phone, she also expressed her regret that she couldn't spend her birthday with him this year.
"I came back early because I finished talking about business. It's your birthday."
Yang Xiuxiu smiled sweetly, with a hint of smugness in her eyes.
She's not that old, only twenty-four this year, the prime of her youth.
"When did you come back?"
Lu Qingfeng got into the car, and Zhu Zhichang put his luggage away and went to drive. It was too late, so he didn't ask the driver, Brother Ma, to work overtime.
"Just one day earlier than you."
Yang Xiuxiu also took the opportunity to talk to him about the situation of European publishing houses.
Unlike in China, large publishing houses in Europe and America are controlled by large capital. For example, Random House and Bertelsmann, two globally renowned publishing houses, are backed by the Bertelsmann Group.
Publishing is only one part of its business portfolio, which also includes radio and television stations, digital multimedia, online education, news magazines, and e-book platforms.
Backed by their parent companies, these publishing houses may not be said to have a monopoly in the cultural industry, but they are certainly behemoths.
"Story Dominant Publishing House was formed by a group of small and medium-sized publishing houses in order to cope with market competition. They have great ambitions, and they also lack good stories. Your novel has already proven itself in the Chinese market with its sales."
"They also value this cooperation very much."
Contrary to popular belief, Chinese books do not sell well overseas; in fact, many Chinese books have sold over a million copies in the European and American markets.
Further back, there are classics like the Tao Te Ching, the Analects, and Sun Tzu's Art of War.
Poems by modern great figures, martial arts novels by Jin Yong, and works by modern writers such as Shen Ruishu all sell well, and even dictionaries are popular.
"Since their first book is also aimed at children, they are very optimistic about sales."
That's right, because children's thoughts are simpler.
"...Never mind, let's talk about it tomorrow. You look exhausted."
Halfway through her sentence, Yang Xiuxiu noticed that his eyes narrowed and stopped talking.
Lu Qingfeng smiled embarrassedly.
After driving back to his rented apartment complex, he said goodbye to the two men, took a quick shower, and then threw himself onto the bed, falling asleep almost immediately.
When I woke up the next morning, I sat there in a daze for five minutes before getting up to wash up.
I first went back to school to see Professor Chen and my class advisor, and then went to the studio.
I haven't been here for almost a month, and there are a few more people in the office now. The personal studio with more than ten staff members is not small; it can be considered a medium-sized studio.
Lu Qingfeng greeted them.
The elderly man was much calmer, while the newcomer was filled with curiosity mixed with excitement.
After passing through the front office area, we entered the private office inside, where Zhu Zhichang and Yang Xiuxiu were chatting.
"You're up so early, did you get enough rest?"
Lu Qingfeng sat down on the sofa.
"It's alright, I haven't fully adjusted to the time difference yet, but I'll be fine in a couple of days."
Yang Xiuxiu got up and poured him a glass of water.
The three chatted casually, mainly about some recent matters at the studio. Although they communicated frequently via WeChat and phone, they still needed to summarize their conversation.
Overall, it's thriving.
That's the good thing about having a personal studio; as long as the artist is famous enough, there's no need to worry about business.
Lu Qingfeng is also an exceptionally easy person to deal with.
After discussing these matters, they moved on to the immediate issues they needed to address, including Lu Qingfeng's nineteenth birthday.
"Everything that needs to be prepared is ready. All that's left is for you to come back and do it yourself."
Eighteen-year-old Lu Qingfeng's life had just taken a turn for the better, and he could only accept the kindness sent by his fans. He had neither the ability nor the means to give anything back.
Nineteen-year-old Lu Qingfeng has undergone a complete transformation, not only in appearance but also in every aspect of his life.
Now he stands in the spotlight, loved and supported by many people, and has the ability to do something for those who like him.
This birthday celebration set the tone for him, and the studio staff brainstormed and worked together to perfect it.
During his time in Europe, Zhu Zhichang and his team were constantly making preparations.
"Let's go grab some lunch first, then head straight there."
"Okay, let's invite everyone together."
"it is good."
Time slowly passed under the planning of many people with good intentions.
After what seemed like an exceptionally long night, May 26th arrived.
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May 26, 2021, was an exceptionally sunny day, and the warm breeze seemed to herald the arrival of another hot summer.
Today is Wednesday, and the Lin'an School for the Deaf and Mute is holding classes as usual.
As usual, Mo You was taken to the school gate by her mother on her electric scooter. After giving her the usual instructions in sign language, her mother went to work.
Mo You walked towards the school gate with her schoolbag on her back.
However, unlike usual, the principal and two teachers were standing at the school gate today.
Mo You liked the principal very much. She was a woman in her fifties with a plump figure, curly hair, round glasses, and a smile that was always so kind and friendly.
Students often see her on campus. She chats with them using sign language, comforts crying children, and cheers them on at sports meets.
The teacher standing next to her was also one of her favorite teachers, Zhou Keli.
Teacher Zhou Keli is also deaf and mute. During those difficult days, Teacher Zhou often stayed with her.
Moreover, Teacher Zhou dances so beautifully; she is her idol.
Of course, all her classmates knew that besides her mother, her favorite person was Lu Qingfeng, the author of "The Blue Shore".
Mo You jogged over and greeted the three teachers.
The principal nodded with a smile.
Teacher Zhou asked her if she had eaten breakfast and told her to hurry up and go to the classroom.
Mo You obediently walked into the campus.
I ran into my classmates on the way, and we walked together happily.
Before she even entered the teaching building, she heard the sound of vehicles coming from the school gate, and she turned around.
I saw many vans parked on the side of the road.