Chapter 688

Ye Zhen looked at Pan Ya with a smile. He found that the woman had never looked at the paintings since she sat down.

"Mr. Ye is really joking. Let's talk about business. Can I have a look at the works?" Pan Yamin sensed Ye's doubt and immediately returned to normal.

"Of course, just look around." Ye Zhen made a gesture of invitation.

Pan Ya stood up, bent down and looked at each painting carefully. Her body moved in front of the 1.8-meter tea table, and her hips flashed past Ye Zhen's eyes. She seemed to forget someone behind her, and she looked longer than anyone else.

Ye Zhen sighed. It's a pity that Pan Ya has such a good congenital condition, but she abused it so much.

Pan Ya finally sat down calmly, smiled and said, "Mr. Ye, I agree to sign the contract. Tell me your requirements."

"Oh, do you understand?" Ye really doubted.

Pan Ya seemed to feel very funny. A tantalizing glance turned sideways, and suddenly there were hundreds of beauties: "do you think I, as an editor, can't understand paintings?"

"OK." although Ye Zhen didn't believe it, he still said his request again.

Pan Ya took a breath this time. Even if she overestimated it, it was far from this level.

She knows that this condition is absolutely impossible to sign.

But instead of being disappointed, she was happy, which proved that ye was really worth more than expected. It was not that he said he married the villa hostess to live in.

She smiled affectionately and said, "your request is beyond my authority. Could you please take your work and meet the executive editor with me?"

Ye really can't understand that the drunken man doesn't mean wine.

The key is to go with her. Where you go is not the key. Maybe you will come to her house.

"Pan Ya ah," Ye Zhen said earnestly, "a chief editor will come to talk about signing a contract with me later, so I won't go with you. Besides, let alone your executive chief editor, that is, the chief editor and the chief editor, are not qualified for me to see, let alone with a painting?"

Pan Ya's smile suddenly stiffened. She found that Ye Zhen's very interested attitude was gone. Her expression was flat and light, and her eyes were cold and clear.

She slowly understood and suddenly became angry. Ye Zhen began to show interest. She was completely playing with her on purpose, waiting for her to be exposed.

"I must remind you that the editor in chief never cares about signing a contract. I hope you don't meet liars!"

Then he got up, his eyes seemed to tremble and walked to the door.

Ye Zhen followed him with a smile and said, "the ending will be announced soon."

Pan yaleng hummed, "I'm not interested in seeing you cheated."

When she walked out of the door, she saw Du Qifeng and an old man coming quickly. There was a buzzing in her head.

Du Qifeng turned a blind eye to pan Ya and enthusiastically introduced:

"Mr. Ye, this is Mr. Peng Guoyuan, our chief editor."

"Hello, editor in chief Peng." Ye Zhen and Peng Guoyuan shook hands warmly, each politely, and let them into the living room.

Pan Ya stood embarrassed outside the door. Now she realized how high Ye Zhen's position was. Even the chief editor had to come to the door in person. She actually asked him to see the executive editor? Do you still have a picture?

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"Mr. Ye, I asked master Chen Yifei about the painting. I was amazed by his evaluation of you. I believe your level, just like the price of the painting, has nothing to doubt. Therefore, today my sincerity is full. I hope we can work together to overcome all difficulties and achieve long-term and permanent win-win."

As soon as Peng Guoyuan sat down, he talked freely, but there were no substantive conditions.

It's not that he plays tricks, but that Ye Zhen is in charge of the current situation. How he puts forward conditions, he has to accept them. Even if he can't accept them, there are acceptable publishers, which is certain.

Ye Zhen said with a smile: "my conditions are very simple..."

He repeated that set of conditions for the third time.

Peng Guoyuan has a dignified expression.

The asking price is really not low, but it is entirely acceptable for the sake of long-term interests. Especially cooperating with the world's top painters, which itself has a great impact on the publishing house, which is not just a matter of making money.

"Mr. Ye, on behalf of tomorrow's society, I agree to your terms. Although our business interests first, we are not short-sighted people. We value long-term interests. From your terms, you take half, we take a quarter, and the rest is costs such as printing.

But we bear all the risks, which is not in line with the win-win principle. So I hope you can become a permanent partner of tomorrow society, cooperate with our publicity and signing activities, and let us get some compensation for intangible assets. "

What he thought was very beautiful. He used Ye Zhen's reputation to boost the reputation of the publishing house. Unfortunately, Ye Zhen smiled and shook his head:

"You may not understand. Just like the painting sold to Gao guxuan, I only draw this set of picture books, not the second one. At least so far, I don't intend to draw the second set of picture books.

I probably don't have time to cooperate with you in signing the sales promotion. If you have anything I need to do, you'd better make it clear now, otherwise I probably won't do anything because I'm really busy. "

Peng Guoyuan asked inconceivably, "Mr. Ye, can I understand that you don't draw anymore?"

"No. the only oil paintings that can be sold are Gao guxuan's, and the only picture books that can be published are this set; they will still be painted in the future. Because of fate, someone is always worth giving one as a gift. For example, my daughter gets married, but it won't flow into the hands of outsiders. As for picture books, unless I have another child, but that's what will happen in the future."

Ye Zhen made it very clear that Peng Guoyuan was still incredible:

"Mr. Ye, your major is not a painter?"

"Of course not. Painting is just an amateur." Ye Zhen said casually.

Peng Guoyuan and Du Qifeng, who had never spoken, both stared and opened their mouths. They didn't speak for a long time.

This man who has reached the peak in the history of painting is just an amateur painting?

No wonder he's not famous. He doesn't want to be famous.

Unwilling, Peng Guoyuan considered and continued:

"Mr. Ye, I personally admire your love for your daughter. Both Gao guxuan's painting and this set of picture books are presented to your six-year-old daughter. I show great respect for your love. However, don't you think educating children all over the world is a greater thing?"

Ye Zhen grinned: "I really think the best picture book is the best textbook. Such authors are great. However, there are many greater things in the world than educating children."

Peng Guoyuan could not refute, but Du Qifeng refused and immediately asked, "for example?"

"Survival." Ye Zhen answered without hesitation.

"The survival of children?"

"Human survival."

Du Qifeng was suspicious, but after all, he was awed by Ye Zhen and slowly believed.