C228 Can i invite you to the new book sale

In the morning, Chen Xi did not go to the translation department, nor did he go anywhere: he just stayed in Jiang Mochuan's office, chasing after novels.

There was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't leave the house with his current appearance.

"Alright, I'm leaving." Chen Xi looked at the time on his phone, it was almost 2.30 a.m. He estimated that it would take him another half an hour to get to the book shop.

The time that was arranged was about the same as what Jiang Mochuan and He Shuhao had agreed on at night.

"Where to?" Jiang Mochuan suddenly remembered that the books he had read recently had a sentence about how to flirt with girls.

Hearing that Chen Xi said he wanted to leave, Jiang Mochuan had a playful thought.

"Go get the script from He Shuhao, where else can we go?" Chen Xi did not understand that Jiang Mochuan was joking with her and told the truth.

"What do you want the manuscript for?" Jiang Mochuan asked gently as he looked at Chen Xi with a smile.

"Making money." Chen Xi's head was already filled with black lines. Why is Jiang Mochuan talking so much today?

"Can I not make money?" Jiang Mochuan opened his mouth to speak again.

Only then did Chen Xi realize that Jiang Mochuan was matched with him.

"Raise me if you don't want to earn money?" When Chen Xi reacted, he very naturally followed up with a few words.

"I'll raise you." When Jiang Mochuan said this, he had a serious expression.

almost did not want to meet up with He Shuhao to get the script.

"I'm not joking with you. I'm really leaving. Otherwise, I'll be late." Chen Xi stood at the entrance of the office and looked at Jiang Mochuan who was sitting on the office chair, smiling widely.

This kind of feeling wasn't bad at all. The two of them would occasionally make a joke and cause a ruckus.

The feeling of suppression when no Jiang's Father was around and no one else was around.

"Will you return it?" Jiang Mochuan really spoke a lot today, but when Chen Xi heard his own words, he couldn't help but exclaim in his heart.

He quickly turned around and waved his hand before leaving the office.

They really didn't know whether they would finish talking to Jiang Mochuan like this after work or not.

"Sis Xi, over here." Just as Chen Xi entered the bookstore, he was stopped by He Shuhao's voice.

"Why are you here so early?"

"Didn't he tell you three-thirty?" Chen Xi opened his phone to take a look, only to see that ten minutes had passed.

The many manuscripts on He Shuhao's table were all just written.

He must have come early.

"I don't have anything to do, so I came earlier this morning." He Shuhao said as he organized the manuscript he was writing.

"You were here this morning?" Chen Xi asked.

"Yes."

"Sister Xi, take a look at these. They are the drafts of this new book that you are preparing to translate." He Shuhao nodded his head, and took out a large stack of manuscript from his side and placed it in front of Chen Xi.

"You wrote all this in handwriting?" Chen Xi opened it to take a look. It was a handwritten version of the printed version.

"That's right. If my original script remains at home, it would be convenient for me to sign the copyright with the publishing firm."

"So I brought you the printout." He Shuhao nodded.

He was afraid that Chen Xi would think that she was worried and did not take the manuscript to her to translate, so he quickly explained.

"Then I'll go home and check it first, then I'll hand over the translations to you as soon as possible?" Chen Xi looked at the stack of books in front of him, he wished that he could find a quiet place to read them and then translate them for He Shuhao.

"It's alright, Sister Xi. We just need to rush out a few years ago."

"By the way, if you want the original book, I've brought all the books from my past few books with me to you. If you don't mind, you can take it." He Shuhao nodded in agreement.

Then, he remembered that he had specially brought out books from his past few books for Chen Xi.

Because he was worried that Chen Xi was a perfectionist, He Shuhao didn't dare to sign his name on it.

"Really?"

"Eh ~ Why isn't there your signature on it?" Chen Xi stretched out his hand to receive the book He Shuhao passed to him, and when he flipped open the book, he basically did not see He Shuhao's signature.

Puzzled, he asked.

"I was worried that you were a perfectionist and didn't like scribbling on the book, so I didn't touch it." He Shuhao spoke out his inner thoughts.

"A book without your signature is imperfect."

"A book without the author's signature doesn't have a soul, give ~ ~ ~" Chen Xi laughed, and then took the pen He Shuhao had been holding onto earlier from his side, and gave it to him.

He Shuhao looked at the pen that Chen Xi had given him, and laughed, then took the books in front of Chen Xi and flipped through them one by one, signing on them.

Then, he would pass it back to Chen Xi.

"Great, I can be proud of myself in the future. Not only do I know the author, I also have a signed book from the author." As for the books that He Shuhao had signed again, he flipped through them one by one to confirm that he had not missed a single one.

The smile on his face was particularly infectious.

The inspiration that made He Shuhao feel that he had used up all of his light had given him a new inspiration to continue writing.

"By the way, would you like to consider participating in my new book sale?" He Shuhao thought for a while, although he had never seen Chen Xi's translation abilities, he felt that Chen Xi could do it from the bottom of his heart.

"Me?"

"Why should I go and help you?"

"I'll pass it to you later?" Hearing He Shuhao's words, Chen Xi pointed to himself and asked.

Surprised, he had only helped He Shuhao translate the novel because he liked to read He Shuhao's novels. He did not expect He Shuhao to invite him to join her new book release ceremony.

"You are the English version of the translator, you are definitely one of them."

"At the end of the year, there will be a news version of the translation. When you send the translation to us a few years ago, we can prepare 800 books within three days."

"Because the book sales in the United States are only three days away from the domestic ones, the United States still needs you to come with me."

"After all, you are an English version translator. There is no way to find a replacement for this kind of thing." He Shuhao smiled and nodded.

Tell me the reason why I invited Chen Xi to participate in the launch of my new book.

Actually, He Shuhao had already noticed Chen Xi's neck that was wrapped in a silk scarf. However, as a smart person and an intelligent person of the opposite sex, He Shuhao did not ask.

He was also doing his best to control his emotions.

He was constantly shifting the topic to his new book.

"Sure, no problem." Chen Xi readily agreed.

Anyway, there were still three months until the end of the year.

Three months was more than enough for him to convince Jiang Mochuan.

If Jiang Mochuan was not willing, then he could just ask Jiang Mochuan to accompany him to America.

Coincidentally, if it was New Year, he would be able to spend the year with Jiang Mochuan in the United States.

"I always thought big writers like you were busy." Chen Xi said.