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Chapter 164 Chapter 164 One percent? Want less! !

If Si Zhu really blackmails today, ah no, Wei Quan will get the money. Even if it’s dozens of dollars! !

He also wants to go back to his hometown, dig out the family tree, and take a good look at the important people in his ancestors! ! !

quickly,

Two tricycles parked in front of a European-style single-family villa - Sijiucheng Publishing House.

Silly Zhu has never been to such a high-end place in his whole life.

After getting off the car, looking at the tall building and the sign at the door, my nervous legs suddenly became weak.

"Second uncle, I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of??? We are Cao Xueqin's landlord, show some momentum!!!" He Erye hated iron and felt that his eldest nephew was scared.

After he comforted Silly Zhu, seeing that the guy still looked like he couldn't hold himself up to the wall, he waved his hands angrily.

"I'll go in first, you follow behind!!!"

After saying that, he walked into the publishing house as if he didn't recognize his relatives.

Seeing him go in, Shazhu, whose legs were weak before the battle, looked at Zhang Chenfei and Xu Damao as if asking for help.

Finally, he walked in accompanied by the two of them.

Sijiucheng Publishing House is a well-known publishing house in the country. Even during the Chinese New Year, there are many people on duty here.

As soon as Zhang Chenfei and his party entered the door, they saw dozens of desks in the large office that had been converted into a large high-ceiling living room.

At this time, many people were busy working nervously at their desks.

Seeing several people appear, a young man with a pimpled face and black-rimmed glasses came over and asked: "Comrades, may I ask you a question?"

When Si Zhu saw this man looking at him, he hurriedly stepped back and hid behind Zhang Chenfei.

Second Master He glanced at him dissatisfied, then pushed up his glasses, looked the man up and down several times, and then said: "Hello, little comrade. My surname is He, He Zhenzu, director of Nancheng Salesian Primary School.

This is my nephew, He Yuzhu, currently working as a chef at Louji Steel Rolling Mill in Dongcheng District. We came here today to talk to your leaders about something. "

After saying that, he stretched out the hand that was not holding the folding fan.

The young editor saw that he looked very dignified and hurriedly shook hands with him: "Hello, Director He, can you tell us specifically what you want to see our editor in chief? This way I can inform him."

At this moment, Silly Zhu saw that this young man was quite polite to them. He stuck his head out from behind Zhang Chenfei and said, "We have a big deal with your editor-in-chief!!!"

The implication is that you don’t deserve to know.

Although the young man was unhappy, he still tried to maintain his grace: "What's the big deal? Can you tell me first?"

Silly Zhu and Mr. He looked at each other and said in unison: "No!"

The young man explained: "You two, I am the assistant to our editor-in-chief and am responsible for helping him receive visitors.

If you can't explain why you're here, I may not be able to let you go upstairs. "

Yes, this process is quite troublesome.

Silly Zhu was dumbfounded and looked at Second Master He: "Second Uncle, what should I do???"

Mr. He thought for a while and said, "Forget it, I'll tell him about it."

Next, he took out the genealogy and told the story about his ancestors changing their surnames and Cao Xueqin renting the house of his great-great-great-grandfather.

At the end, he said: "We have already checked. Among the many publishing houses in country Z, yours, Sijiucheng Publishing House, has printed the most Dream of Red Mansions. That is a reprint of one edition.

So after we talked for a while, we decided to talk to you about royalties first. "

Edition, royalties? ? ?

After the young man digested the information in He Zhenzu's words, he felt his brain was short of oxygen.

He knocked his head, as if trying to figure out what happened, but found that he couldn't figure it out. In the end, he could only confirm it with the uncle and nephew of the He family again.

"Excuse me, maybe I've been angry recently and didn't hear clearly what you two just said. As the landlord, I want to collect Cao Xueqin's royalties from Mr. Cao???"

The young man's voice was quite loud, and the office they were in was also loud, with a little echo.

Therefore, as soon as his words came out, he quickly attracted the attention of many publishing house staff.

Everyone gathered around and upon seeing this, Zhang Chenfei and Xu Damao quietly stepped back and distanced themselves from Silly Zhu, Uncle He and his nephew, pretending not to recognize them.

A group of people looked at Shazhu and Erye He up and down several times, looked at each other, gathered together and murmured a few words, and then began to ask questions.

Someone asked Shazhu and He Erye why they thought Cao Gong didn't pay the rent.

I wonder why there are so many descendants of the Sui family, why are you two the only ones asking for money?

Some people say that during the Chinese New Year, you two have encountered some difficulties in life and can no longer survive, so you made this decision.

Some people say that they are imitating the performance art from foreign countries and want to appeal and cry out.

There is also a more direct method, just ask Shazhu and the others if they know how to get to Anding Hospital in Sijiucheng.

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All kinds of questions poured into the ears of Shazhu and the two of them.

Silly Zhu was so dizzy from the noise that he could only hear the last question clearly. He was a warm-hearted person and hurriedly replied: "Sijiucheng Anding Hospital is just north of Deshengmen!! Not far from the moat."

As soon as these words came out, Mr. He was so angry that he directly hit his head with a fan.

"Silly Zhu, you are so damn stupid!! Can't you see that this person is implying that we are both mentally ill???"

Silly Zhu is not very smart, but He Zhenzu is not! ! From the attitude of this group of people just now and the questions they asked, he could already tell that these people were treating them like monkeys.

I wanted to get angry, but this cheap nephew didn’t have the brain! ! The angry Mr. He gasped for breath.

Silly Zhu came to his senses after being slapped, and his eyes turned red with anger.

He usually calls himself the God of War in the Siheyuan. Since childhood, except for Zhang Chenfei, where has he ever been wronged? ? ?

Now I was suggested by these people that I was crazy and made fun of them.

It's simply intolerable for my uncle, but intolerable for my aunt! ! !

Silly Zhu decided to teach this group of people a lesson. Without saying a word, he slammed the table, picked up an unknown document on the table, tore it into pieces, and threw it away.

tear! ! The people present were all cultural people. Seeing him so crazy, they were immediately shocked. They couldn't help but secretly thought, this person is indeed a psychopath.

After Shazhu vented his anger, he turned to look at the young editor from the beginning, blushed and shouted: "Hurry up, you idiot, call your editor over here!!!"

Seeing this, Mr. He on the side also said: "Let me tell you, my nephew is not very smart!! If you push him hard, he can do anything!!"

Several editors gathered together again and had a murmuring discussion.

The final decision on such a troublesome matter must be left to the editor-in-chief. After all, the salary they receive is a drop in the bucket compared to that of the editor-in-chief.

There's no need to fight with this lunatic. The editor-in-chief's salary is high, so it would be more appropriate for him to fight with him.

After the discussion, the young man who first received Silly Zhu and the others stood up again with a flattering smile on his face: "Comrades, don't be angry, I will take you upstairs to find the editor-in-chief. Please~~"

Silly Zhu and Mr. He followed him to the second floor. For a moment, they didn't notice that Zhang Chenfei and Xu Damao didn't follow him.

When they reached the second floor and saw the wooden floor, high-end wallpaper, chandeliers and wall lamps, Shazhu and Mr. He immediately became red-eyed.

This is all money! ! ! This publishing house earned all the money by using Cao Xueqin’s Dream of Red Mansions for nothing! ! !

They are Cao Xueqin's landlord. Rounding it off, it means that the publishing house used their money to decorate it! ! !

Thinking about it this way, both uncle and nephew felt that asking for 1% of the royalties was a huge loss, as if they were doing charity! ! !

There is no lobby on the second floor of the publishing house, only small rooms. Silly Zhu noticed that every small room here had a sign, just like the office building of their steel rolling mill.

quickly,

Under the leadership of the young man, the two arrived at a door with a "Editor-in-Chief" sign.

Dong-dong-dong, the young man knocked on the door with his fingers.

After a moment, a response came from the door.

The young man then turned the doorknob and led Shazhu and the two inside.

"Xiao Li, who are these two???"

"Editor-in-Chief, these two are named He. One is the principal of a primary school and the other is a cook.

According to them, they are the descendants of Sui Hede, the rich man of Braid Country. They came here mainly because they want to talk to you about Mr. Cao Xueqin’s royalties in the name of the landlord. "

The young man said while looking at the editor with a strange look.

The editor-in-chief felt like his head was buzzing after what he said. He communicated with the young man with a sunken look:

'Cao Xueqin? landlord? ? Royalties? ? Is the person named He a descendant of Sui? ? Are you right? ? ? '

This, he could understand every word of what Xiao Li just said, but when they were put together, why didn't he understand? ? ?

Is he crazy, is Xiao Li crazy, or are these two crazy? ?

Xiao Li sighed and responded to the editor-in-chief with his eyes, telling him that there was nothing wrong with him, but the two people behind him seemed to have the problem.

The editor-in-chief took a deep breath, organized some words in his mind, and looked at Silly Zhu and the two of them: "You two, so you think Cao Xueqin used to live in your house in vain, so you want to get the rent back??? "

Second Master He stepped forward and bowed to the other party: "I don't want rent, but I want to discuss with you the royalties of Mr. Cao."

Next, he talked about the one percent royalties he had imagined before.

After hearing this, the editor-in-chief began to feel his head buzzing again.

Seeing his expression, Mr. He knew that he didn't take what he and Silly Zhu said seriously, so he took out the family tree without saying a word, and also took out a memorabilia of the Four Nine Cities that he bought on the way, and a book recording Cao Xueqin's life.

The three books were placed on the editor's desk, and He Erye said again: "You take a look at these first."

The editor lowered his head and looked through the three books suspiciously. As he read, his expression changed unpredictably.

After reading it, he began to organize the words in his mind. After a long time, he finally said:

"You two, judging from the information you brought, it is true that Mr. Cao lived in your house.

but"

Having said this, he paused for a moment, looked at Silly Zhu's face, and then continued:

"But now there is no evidence to prove that Mr. Cao owes you rent!!! Isn't it inappropriate for you to come here to ask for royalties rashly???"

(End of this chapter)