The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

After arranging the things in the guest room, Ms. Lu Huaran took the two men who had come all the way across the Pacific Ocean to have lunch at the restaurant that had been reserved earlier.

Lu Huaran did not conceal the unequal experience of yellow-skinned people in the United States. He said bluntly: "Many restaurants do not accept black people, yellow people, or need to be led by white people to enter the restaurant to sit down and order. Even this restaurant is Looking at the food served, the clothes of white people and yellow people are not decent enough and expensive, white people can enter, but yellow people will be rejected."

"Shaoting." Lu Huaran knew that Shen Lingjun had experienced it a long time ago, so he only said to the young man, "Staying here to write and make money is not as easy as you think, maybe because you are a yellow person, even the step of reading manuscripts will be ruled out." Outside. The racial discrimination in the United States is everywhere, you need to be mentally prepared, otherwise you will only feel uncomfortable.”

Shao Ting thanked Ms. Lu for reminding that his men ate steak and bread, which tasted really good, but he was also curious: "Is this considered a native American dish?"

Lu Huaran thought about it for a long time before laughing dumbfounded: "I'm ashamed, after staying here for so many years, I only realized when you asked me that I really can't think of any special local dishes in the United States, if hamburgers and fries count?"

The three of them smiled together. After lunch, white people have never had the concept of a nap. Ms. Lu, who has been living in the countryside for many years, also made an appointment with Professor Watson at 01:30 noon. They stopped resting after eating and drove to Watson Professor Te.

In a professor's office at a city university, a gray-haired white professor is holding a manuscript and sitting opposite a white lady in business attire.

The two obviously had some disputes, and the lady said bluntly: "The author is a native of yellow race, and I can't read Chinese. Who knows how good the original work is? Now the English version of this work looks perfect, and it is also your student Ryan Erdao For the processed works, he is a British Chinese, and he is already the minimum author acceptable to our publishing house."

Watson simply felt that she was hopeless: "How can there be no authorship of the original work, and the work is attributed to the translator? What is the difference between this and theft? Stealing other people's achievements and possessing other people's achievements, my student Ryan And absolutely unwilling to do such a thing.”

"You can sign another revenue sharing contract in private," the woman said.

Assistant Watson knocked on the door and shouted politely: "Professor, Ms. Lu brought Mr. Ryan and a little gentleman who is probably no older than fourteen or five years old to visit you."

The woman stopped what she was going to say, and stood up and faced the office door. After the assistant spoke, the door was pushed open. Professor Watson also straightened his clothes, put on a smile, and looked expectantly at the person coming.

The old friend Ms. Lu came in first, and then Shen Ryan, the student he had taught for a year, and then both he and the white lady couldn't wait to fix their eyes on the last boy who came in.

Both Watson and the white lady were stunned. The white lady had an arrogant expression.She is not tall, at most 1.6 meters five, which can be regarded as the petite type among white women.

But this does not prevent her from condescendingly looking at other people of color, and showing the arrogance in the bones of white people to life.

But she was also surprised by the appearance of the author of the original work that surprised her.

She skipped Lu Huaran and Shen Laien, took two steps forward, and asked bluntly, "Do you have it? No, are you 16 years old? You look like you are only 15 years old!"

Then he quickly denied: "Are you Qianfengmingyue?"

The young court, who had been polite to Professor Watson, was rushed over by a petite Caucasian woman with blond hair and white skin and green eyes before entering the door.

She spit out strings of English like a machine gun, but fortunately, the words were all short sentences and common words, Shao Ting still understood.

He didn't answer first, but first took a closer look at the Caucasian woman, who was about in her early twenties, wearing a black professional suit, her hair was pulled back, and there was no hair on her forehead.

It was the best age for a girl, but she already looked like a professional.

He simply replied in English: "I am Qianfengmingyue, I am already."

He speaks English like the wind and the moon, but he actually thinks the translation of this pseudonym is too literal. The original Chinese artistic conception of the pseudonym is not left at all, and it makes people feel that the English pseudonym is weird.

After getting an accurate answer, the Caucasian lady showed a slightly dissatisfied but still polite smile after the assessment, and extended her hand to introduce herself: "I am Linda Black, the author and editor of Platinum Publishing House. The Great Dao and Immortal Journey is highly praised and recommended this novel to me, and I have read the English version of the first ten chapters for a long time."

Shao Ting quickly shook the hand of this lady who looked at her, but she had nothing to do with friendliness.

Linda didn't pay attention to this detail, and retracted her hand reservedly. It didn't look like she really wanted to shake this hand, but it was just a show.

"Your novel is very good. I heard it is also a bestseller in your country." Linda walked back to the office sofa and sat down.

Ms. Lu and Shen Lingjun had long been speechless about the behavior of the white girl, and Linda looked at Shen Lingjun again.

The eyes of this evaluation lasted for a second or two, and he said with a smile: "You are the translator of the work, Mr. Shen Ryan?"

Professor Watson couldn't bear it anymore, strode over, opened his arms, his friendliness was almost exaggerated: "Ryan, long time no see, in fact, I didn't expect that we would meet again one day."

Shen Lingjun ignored the Caucasian lady, he opened his arms, and decided not to be reserved once in a while, to have a hug with his teacher after a long absence.

Watson passed him straight, as if he didn't see him, but hugged the boy behind Shen Lingjun directly.

With his huge body that was getting fatter day by day and blown up like a balloon, Shao Ting felt that he was not being hugged, but was almost trapped in this big lump of flesh.

Shen Lingjun withdrew his arm in embarrassment, and Watson threw down the praise like he didn't want money.

He praised the genius boy wildly, and praised this Huaxia boy until his face was flushed. He still couldn't finish it. After admiring the work, he praised the author himself, and said to Shaoting: "My God! My dear, you are also very cute. Unlike other Chinese people I have met, you are such a beautiful oriental boy."

Shao Ting curiously asked: "What's the difference?"

Watson waved his hand: "It doesn't matter. Since you are here, there are several publishers on my side. It is not the only platinum publisher where Miss Linda works that has taken a fancy to this novel."

"Most of your other compatriots don't dress well, and most of them are short and thin. Most of them look malnourished, their eyes are cloudy and dodge, and the most common one is timid and cowardly. You can often see those Chinese people around Chinatown. The compatriots defecate everywhere without paying attention to hygiene."

A female voice came from afar, answering the young man's question casually and indifferently.

Except for her, the office was silent for a while, and Watson was furious: "Blake, now, please get out of my office! You are not welcome here again!"

The white lady got up, picked up the small bag and stepped on the high heels, walked past Shao Ting all the way with a rattling sound, and stuffed a business card into his shirt pocket.

At the same time, he said: "I don't have any objections to you, but our publishing house is a businessman in essence. If you are willing to conceal your identity as the first author, Platinum Publishing House welcomes your choice at any time."

This woman seemed to be inexplicable when she came, and what she said when she left also made Shao Ting puzzled. Before Shao Ting could express any emotions, the white girl disappeared as if she had taken the wind with her.

Watson was very embarrassed on the face, muttering in his heart that this woman did not give him face, and invited the three of them who had become ugly to sit on the sofa.He also called his assistant to bring coffee and tea, but the young author whom he admired so much refused the drink and replaced it with plain water.

He also said: "Water is very good. If you drink too much tea and coffee, it feels like blood is flowing in blood."

Lu Huaran shouldn't have had the opportunity for this old slicker to bring up the topic, and asked Hua Center directly: "What does it mean to conceal the identity of the first author as a Chinese?"

Watson answered the question honestly: "Racism in the United States has not been improved so far, and the discrimination against people of color has become more serious. If you know that the author is a Chinese yellow person, then no matter whether the content is good or bad, I am afraid that it will be brought first. Colored glasses, think that this work is not necessary to read."

"The essence of a publishing house is to sell books to make money." Watson said resentfully, "So Platinum Publishing House, as the largest publisher in New York, has taken a fancy to this book "A Great Way to Immortality", but hopes that the author will either hide it from the Chinese people. Identity, or use Lane, a British Chinese, as the author, and only sign the name of the translator Lane."

Shaoting understood: "Is this what you mean by directly concealing the existence of me, a Chinese yellow-race author?"

He wasn't angry yet, he just thought it was ridiculous, and Shen Lingjun's face sank like water.

His tone was cold and serious. It seemed that Lu Huaran and Watson had never seen each other before, nor had they ever imagined that this man could have such an expression.

Shen Lingjun said with a sneer: "I know that businessmen value profits, and they are insulting me in terms of personality."

Watson was very surprised. He was very surprised: "Ryan, you used to study in New York. You were once racially discriminated against, but you didn't get angry. You just fought back in a leisurely way. I thought you were not angry at that time." It turns out that you will be angry too."

Professor Watson didn't know whether it was his nervousness or his witty words, but when he interrupted him, the not-so-good atmosphere suddenly eased.

Lu Huaran found a few jokes to put the unpleasant atmosphere away, and said lightly in the tone of an adult who has seen the storm, "What can that lady represent?"

"It is the content of the novel that really determines whether a novel can sell or sell well. Platinum Publishing rejected the book for this reason, and that is their loss, not our loss."

Lu Huaran smiled and said, "Businessmen value profits, and books that can make money are good books. Do they think they are smart?"

After hearing these words, Watson also showed an expression of enlightenment, and clapped his hands and smiled to echo Lu Huaran: "It makes sense, although I missed the biggest Platinum Publishing House, it would be a pity not to have their promotion efforts. But good products are not afraid of selling, I'm sure other publishers are happy to hear that The Great Way has dropped Platinum."

After a few words between the two adults, it became Shaoting who gave up Platinum Publishing House. Psychologically, Shaoting felt better, but he also felt the difficulties of the yellow race in this era.

Professor Watson enthusiastically mentioned several other publishing houses. Although they are not large in scale compared with Platinum Publishing House, they each have their own advantages and disadvantages. After reading the translations of the first ten chapters, they are all very positive.

"If it weren't for the reputation of Platinum Publishing House, I would not have allowed that Ms. Black to visit today."

Professor Watson was still very sorry, Shaoting comforted the old man several times, cheered up, listened to Professor Watson's introduction of many publishing houses with Lu Huaran and Shen Ling.

Finally, several companies were finalized, and Professor Watson served as an intermediary to contact them, and the whole afternoon was spent without knowing it.

Professor Watson had another appointment at night, so they separated. Lu Huaran was going to take the two of them to find a restaurant for dinner. As if they were blessed to the soul, Shaoting asked, "Can I go to Chinatown for dinner?"

Lu Huaran thought about it: "There's nothing wrong with it, but you don't want to be affected by that white girl. The Chinese have a down-and-out side, don't they white people not have it?"

"I didn't take her words to heart." Shaoting sighed, "I'm just really curious about what Chinatown looks like."

Lu Huaran complied, and turned from the main road. The nearest Chinatown was about 10 minutes away. In front of him, there were gradually more people of yellow race, and their clothes were no different from those of white people.

Although it is true that most of them are not tall enough compared to white people, he thought to himself that this is related to racial advantages. After a hundred years of food supply to catch up, the average height will naturally catch up.

The street in front of him suddenly narrowed, and there were piles of waste water and garbage on the side of the road. Lu Huaran drove into this street and said, "There is a Cantonese restaurant here that cooks very good."

Seeing a few children of yellow race defecate in the street on the side of the road, and seeing Shaoting and Shen Lingjun looking over, Lu Huaran said: "There are also low-quality white people who are drunk and defecate in the street."

But after thinking about it, I still couldn’t find an excuse, and finally explained: “The second generation of Chinese in the United States, most of them are descendants of immigrants who came to work as railway laborers. If you are interested, you can look up this history. The railways in Los Angeles and San Francisco are full of bones of Chinese laborers. If it is paved, those who can survive and their descendants will not have any status."

Lu Huaran was silent for a long time: "...I really can't criticize them for trying their best just to survive, and ask that poverty and decency can coexist at the same time."