Congenital deficiency

The next day, Hong Xiaxuan, who finished the exam, relieved himself of all burdens, and enthusiastically planned where to take Hong Lingyu to play, and it seemed that he had no intention of letting Hong Zhuo follow him.

Before Hong Zhuo could try to obstruct it, Hong Lingyu answered the phone first, disrupting the plan that Hong Xiaxuan had already made.

With a headset in one ear, Hong Lingyu kept talking with Hong Zhuo, and Hong Zhuo relayed to him what the person on the other end of the phone said in the headset, and Hong Lingyu answered the phone himself.

"Excuse me... did you really translate this book yourself?"

"We received the submission three months ago, and this book is also translated, which is exactly the same as yours, and it is now in print."

"No, with all due respect, there are a lot of questions about the translation of this book. From the perspective of time, we have reason to judge that you plagiarized, so we can't send you the other party's translated text."

"...Yes, the other party has enough evidence to prove that it is his work, unless you have more sufficient evidence to show that it is your translated work."

After speaking, the other party hung up the phone.

The voice on the other end was cut off, and the phone screen went black. Hong Lingyu was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Hong Zhuo: "I translated it myself." He stated flatly, as if he didn't care whether others believed it or not. look.

But if you really don't care, how can you justify?

Hong Zhuo held his cool hand: "I know, I watched you translate." He pondered for a moment, "This matter...leave it to me, how about it? We'll go back to China and deal with it."

In fact, Hong Lingyu would rather handle it by himself, but he also knew in his heart that if the other party blatantly stole the fruits of his labor, it was clear that he was bullying and confident.

Handing this matter over to Hong Zhuo will be foolproof.

It was the first time for Hong Lingyu to encounter this kind of thing, and the mood she had just relaxed was beaten back to the original, and she was not interested in the rest of the itinerary.

Hong Xiaxuan saw him walking in from the outside with a lonely face, Hong Zhuo was still hugging him as if to comfort him, the radar of "Guard Brother" was activated at once, jumped up from the seat, and walked over with big strides : "What's going on? What's wrong with brother? Who doesn't have eyes to provoke you?"

Hong Zhuo glanced at him, and first took people up to pack his luggage.This kid is lively enough to jump up and down, maybe it can make Hong Lingyu feel better.

Hong Lingyu pursed her lips, went upstairs, and briefly told Hong Xiaxuan the matter in a few words.

Hong Xiaxuan was furious immediately, and he didn't know who had inherited his temper. When he stood at the top of the stairs, the anger on his face almost turned into a murderous look: "Who gave him the guts to blatantly steal other people's works?! Brother, wait Come on, I will never let you suffer in vain!"

After speaking, he turned around and ran to tidy up and salute.

These two people were the masters who acted vigorously and reprimanded Fang Qiu. The decision made a moment ago was completed in half an hour. Three hours later, Hong Lingyu and his party boarded the nearest flight.

After landing, they didn't stop for a moment, and the father and son took Hong Lingyu directly to the editor-in-chief's office of that publishing house.

This is the largest publishing house in City C. It occupies an entire building by the river. The lower half is the bookstore, and the upper part is the office.

However, the editor-in-chief was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery at this time, with cold sweat on his forehead, and carefully dealt with the patriarch and heir-to-be of the Hong family who suddenly came to kill him.

And a person who was taken care of by these two people.

The editor-in-chief was very discerning, and after greeting the two, he asked Hong Lingyu cautiously: "I don't know the gentleman's name, how do you call him?" He said and handed over a business card.

Hong Lingyu took the business card and glanced at it, and found that the person in front of him happened to be the one who called her.

So for the first time in her life, Hong Lingyu satirized others without a teacher: "My surname is injustice."

The editor-in-chief was taken aback, and hurriedly flattered: "Ah... a very rare surname. It's really rare to see it. It's a good surname." The editor-in-chief forcibly boasted.

Hong Lingyu immediately said: "The name is Datou."

The editor-in-chief was startled, and opened his mouth to forcibly flatter him. He just said: "Okay..." and immediately shut his mouth.

The surname is wronged and the first name is wronged.

This is the creditor, and the father and son of the Hong family obviously came to support him personally.

The editor-in-chief's eyes darkened, and he almost didn't fall backward in fright. He asked with a trembling mouth, "I'm afraid there may be some misunderstanding... why don't you sit down first and talk slowly?"

Hong Zhuo tilted his head slightly: "Baby, sit down first."

When the editor-in-chief heard this title, his eyes went dark again.Look at Patriarch Hong's spoiled appearance, he has been in City C for so many years, and it's the first time he's heard that Patriarch Hong is interested in someone... So when did their publishing house provoke Patriarch Hong's baby bump?

Seeing the editor-in-chief's trembling expression, Hong Lingyu frowned, and suddenly regretted putting her hard-earned translations to this publishing house.

The editor-in-chief hurried forward, wanting to pour a cup of tea for Hong Lingyu who was sitting down, but Hong Zhuo stretched out his arm to stop him.

"When you called this morning, I was listening next to him." Hongzhuo said, "I also watched my wife translate this book with my own eyes. There is no plagiarism. We brought all the evidence you asked for." , I also brought a lawyer, you might as well call that author over, and we ask professionals to identify plagiarism issues."

After hearing this, the editor-in-chief took off the black-rimmed glasses on his face, raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, calmed down after a moment of silence, and agreed: "Wait a minute, that... the author, who happened to be here with us Internship in the editorial department, I will call him in."

Hong Zhuo raised his hand to stop him again: "No need, you call to let him in."

Hong Xiaxuan was holding the snacks brought by the servant who picked up the plane at home and putting them in front of Hong Lingyu. Hearing this, he raised his head and sneered: "Let you go out, so that I can have a good confession with him?" After speaking, he found a bag of puffed The food was handed to Hong Lingyu: "Brother, this is delicious, I'm so hungry, I can't eat it in the UK."

The editor-in-chief was double "suppressed", and finally heard him address Hong Lingyu, his eyebrows began to twitch under the pressure, and he gritted his teeth and dialed the phone in front of Hongzhuo.

Hong Zhuo said in a low voice, "Public release."

The editor-in-chief shook his hand, and released it according to his words. His face was so blue that he approached the pig liver infinitely. A drop of cold sweat flowed down his forehead and eyelids into his eyes, making his vision blurred and he didn't even bother to wipe it off. He was busy praying in his heart. : Don't answer, don't answer, don't answer...

It didn't work out as expected, the phone was connected as soon as it rang, and the editor-in-chief opened his mouth and said loudly: "Hello——"

But the voice over there was louder and full of excitement: "Uncle! When will my book be published? I can't wait!! Hurry up and rush them!"

The editor-in-chief's heart has already cooled down.

With that "uncle", everything that should be exposed was exposed.

"...It's not urgent, you come to my office first." The editor-in-chief barely maintained his expression.

"Ah, is there anything urgent, I was just about to leave—"

"Come here as soon as I tell you, why are you asking so many questions?" the editor-in-chief ordered with a raised voice.

"...OK." The other side reluctantly responded, and not long after, the door of the editor's office was pushed open with a "bang", and the visitor asked excitedly, "Uncle, are there two people outside your office?" Bodyguards? Why did you suddenly think of..." The visitor realized the existence of other people in the office after a while, and his eyes skipped Hong Zhuo and Hong Xiaxuan, but he was stunned the moment he saw Hong Lingyu. He turned around and was about to run, but was carried in by the bodyguard at the door with his arms.

The editor-in-chief almost scolded him to death in his heart, and his face still froze: "Why are you running? I have something to ask you." He put on his glasses again as he spoke, and looked at his nephew with a serious tone and eyes: "I ask you , Did you translate the book you gave me yourself?"

I don't know whether the latter is guilty or frightened, for a long time he can't speak, his eyes shrink back, and he stares at the corner of the editor-in-chief's desk.

Until the editor-in-chief saw Hongzhuo's cold face, he hurriedly asked again: "I'm asking you something, Wang Yihan."

The young man named Wang Yihan looked at his uncle who used to be amiable, and felt Hong Lingyu's eyes on him, and the other two people in the room were obviously on the other side.He obviously couldn't say "of course".

"No, no..."

The editor-in-chief closed his eyes and sighed. He looked very distressed and his expression was adequate. He frowned and asked him, "Then where did you come from? Why do you say you wrote it yourself?"

Wang Yihan was stunned, staring at his uncle.

Didn't the two of them discuss this idea?Why does Uncle mean...to let himself take the blame?

Seeing the fear of being dumped appeared on Wang Yihan's face, the editor-in-chief cast a sharp look at him.

This is actually the best choice.Abandoning the pawn to save the car, as long as I am still in the position of editor-in-chief, there will always be room for loopbacks, but if this incident angers the Hong family, what awaits me is not just losing my job.

The editor-in-chief made up his mind and continued to put pressure on Wang Yihan: "This is the author of the original book, and the one sitting next to him is his..." The editor-in-chief was stunned.stepmother?Stepfather?elder brother?

... The expensive circle is really chaotic.

The editor-in-chief swallowed the title back, and simply skipped the address: "This is the young master of the Hong family, and this is the patriarch of the Hong family."

No one in City C has never heard of the Hong family.

The editor-in-chief thought that putting such pressure in front of Wang Yihan should make him subdue and obediently carry the blame.

As a result, Wang Yihan looked at him with an expression of "I know, and then?" after listening to it, he was silent for a while, and then asked: "Uncle, isn't this doctrine yours? You suggested it, so let me say it." I wrote it myself, and let me investigate the background of the next chapter Daiqiu.”

Why sacrifice him?He is only 27 years old, and his life has just begun. Apart from this incident, there are no black spots on his resume. Why should he ruin his future?

At this point, the facts have basically come out.

The editor-in-chief was so overwhelmed by his anger that he almost didn't vomit blood directly.

How did this become his idea?

He just said, "I didn't expect the translator of such a book to be a student who just graduated from university", and happened to see that the resume was the school where Wang Yihan used to practice before, so he just asked, but Wang Yihan He seemed to know a little bit more, and bluntly said that this person was blocked by default by the network virtue circle some time ago, and he had no work for a long time. He probably offended someone, and he must have no background.After hearing this, he joked, "When will you be able to translate a book?" Wang Yihan was moved by this thought.

And he also acquiesced, and even called the original author himself this morning, thinking of putting pressure on the other party as the editor-in-chief.

Unexpectedly, before twelve hours passed, this person brought Hong Shi to the door to fight back.

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