Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 710 "My Personal Financial Advisor is Coming"

After hearing this, Phillips decided to give the phone to Jones.

After all, the old lady in front of him was a client he wanted to win over, and he couldn't offend her easily.

So I said into the microphone: "Excuse me, Mr. Fang, I have a client here who is also your loyal reader. She wants to talk to you."

On the other end of the phone, Fang Minghua was a little confused by what he heard, and then he heard the voice of an unfamiliar old woman coming from the microphone: "Hello. Please forgive my intrusion. Are you really the author of "The Bridges of Madison County"? "

"Yes, I am the author of The Bridges of Madison County. Madam and I have never met before, so there is no need for me to lie to you." Fang Minghua answered patiently.

"Oh, my God." The woman's voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became sharp:
"Mr. Minghua, my name is Jones. I really like the novel "The Bridges of Madison County". The love between Francesca and Robert is so great that I was moved to tears."

Fang Minghua didn't expect to meet her fan after making a phone call. The voice sounded like an old woman, but she still patiently listened to the other party talking about her feelings.

"Oh, sorry, I'm so excited and took up your precious time." Jones came to his senses: "Do you still write romance novels?"

"I just wrote a novel about magic, which mainly reflects the growth and friendship of teenagers. Mrs. Jones, I don't think it will suit your taste." Fang Minghua told the truth.

"Oh, it's okay, I can show it to my granddaughter. My granddaughter is a very imaginative girl and she will definitely like the book you wrote," Jones said.

"Thanks."

Finally, Jones handed the microphone to Phillips, who took the microphone and said quickly: "Mr. Minghua, you just said you want to sell some of your shares?"

"Yes, I want to acquire a company, so I need about 500 million US dollars in funds. You can help me sell some of the stocks based on market conditions." Fang Minghua said.

"I am happy to serve you. I will provide you with the best solution to maximize your interests. Of course, according to regulations, we also need to sign a power of attorney for the sale of shares so that I can operate your account."

"Do you need my personal signature?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Yes, it must be signed in person. I will send you the letter of authorization, and you can just sign and send it back." Phillips answered quickly, and suddenly said, "Well, in order to save time, I will fly to San Francisco to see you tomorrow."

"Really? Could you please make the trip?"

"You're welcome. I'm at your service. This is my job."

Fang Minghua told him the contact address and they both hung up the phone.

"My personal financial advisor will come to San Francisco tomorrow." Fang Minghua said to Meng Dawen with a smile.

Now, all the doubts in Meng Dawen's mind were dispelled.

"OK, Mr. Fang, we'll go to Ashley press tomorrow morning to meet your boss!"

The next morning, Fang Minghua and Li Li went out and drove to the Ashley press at the agreed time.

Ashley Press is located at No. 48 Font Blvd (Baptistery Boulevard) in the northwest corner of San Francisco State University. This is not a main road and there are relatively few vehicles and pedestrians. Fang Minghua and his team found this three-story building with Art Deco style that looks quite old.

A few minutes later, Meng Dawen arrived in a Mercedes-Benz, followed by a sedan. A middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes got out. He was an accountant named Jack from Zhang Qing Accounting Firm. He was in charge of the financial affairs of the acquisition on behalf of the accounting firm.

The group exchanged a few simple greetings and then went upstairs.

Garcia was sitting in his office, staring blankly at the scenery outside the window.

In San Francisco, it is either raining in the winter or the sky is gloomy like today, and my mood is just like the sky, gloomy and a little depressed.

Garcia is 62 years old. At his age, he should have retired long ago and enjoyed a leisurely life, but he is still worrying about the company's affairs.

Ashley Press was founded in 1942 and is now the second generation to be passed down to him by his father.

But it seems that the business cannot be passed on. The only son is lazy and has no talent for business. More importantly, the company is already heavily in debt.

Times have changed.

He remembered that when he was young, he liked reading "The Scarlet Letter", "The Old Man and the Sea" and "The Great Gatsby", and he liked reciting poems from "Leaves of Grass", but young people today are not interested in these.

They like to watch Hollywood movies, soap operas on TV, play Sony games, and read bestsellers like Midnight Soul, Magic Hour, and Twilight. These bestsellers are the opponents of major publishing houses, and their small publishing house is simply unable to compete.

New books could not be sold and distributors returned them one after another. In the past, the company managed to make ends meet by reprinting novels that were already in the public domain, such as Uncle Tom's Cabin, but the sales of these books were declining.

Starting this year, employees' salaries could not be paid on time, and the local publishing industry union has already blacklisted its own company.

This means that I can no longer recruit new employees from the labor market!
This has little impact on the company as they didn't think about recruiting anyway, and employees have already resigned. The company originally had more than 100 people but now only has more than 40 people left.

What’s even more frightening is that just last week, he received a written warning from the San Francisco Department of Labor and Employment that if he did not resolve the wage arrears issue as soon as possible and sue him immediately, he would face imprisonment according to federal law!

It seems that bankruptcy is the only way out.

Or, be acquired by someone.

But I really can't bear to do that.

He spent his best years of youth in this building.

Those beautiful and poetic words are my favorite in life.

At this moment, the secretary suddenly knocked on the door and said, "Mr. Garcia, Attorney Meng Dawen from the Meng Dawen Law Firm wants to see you with a few people."

Meng Dawen Law Firm? !
Garcia's heart suddenly tightened.

He had heard of the name of this law firm, which was quite famous in San Francisco.

Could it be that the union commissioned him to sue me for failing to pay my employees’ wages?
Don't underestimate this lawsuit, you will definitely lose. Not only will you have to pay off the unpaid wages, but you will also have to pay several times the fine. What's more likely is that the officials from the San Francisco Labor Department will take advantage of the opportunity to send you directly to jail!

The company went bankrupt and the building was auctioned off by the court to pay off the debt.
Garcia seemed to see a terrible doomsday.

"Mr. Garcia?"

The secretary's gentle reminder woke him up, and he calmed down and said, "Please ask them to come in."

You can't hide from it, so just leave it to fate.

Soon, the secretary led a group of people into the office.

Garcia looked around and saw that there were exactly six people, and most of them were of yellow race.

For a small company like mine with only a few dozen people, do I need to bring so many people along to issue a lawsuit?

It seems that Meng Dawen takes himself too seriously. Garcia smiled bitterly in his heart, but his face remained calm.

"Mr. Meng Dawen, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Contrary to Garcia's expectations, Meng Dawen did not say anything about the indictment, but introduced it to him.

"Mr. Garcia, this is Mr. Fang Minghua, from China, he is a writer."

Writer? China? Fang Minghua? Minghua?!
Garcia immediately thought of someone, and quickly stood up and extended his right hand with a smile: "Hello, you are Mr. Minghua, a famous Chinese writer, right? Your novels are also very popular in our country."

"Thank you."

Fang Minghua didn't expect that the old man with messy hair would suddenly become enthusiastic, so he had to answer politely.

"You are a famous best-selling author. Do you have a new novel to be published recently? Don't worry, our publishing house will give you the highest royalties according to relevant laws and regulations!"

This one
Looking at Garcia's excited face, Fang Minghua didn't know how to answer for a moment, and Meng Dawen next to him took over the conversation.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Garcia, Mr. Fang is not here to publish his own novel. He wants to acquire your publishing house, and I am his full agent."

Acquisition?!
Garcia's fiery eyes immediately dimmed.

(End of this chapter)