Chapter 367

And those netizens who were frustrated in their lives went to Ye Xuan’s Weibo to like and comment spontaneously.

“I was just fired yesterday, and now I’m here to get some good luck.”

“I was just dumped by my girlfriend, and I’m here to get good luck too.”

“I hope Ye Xuan, the lucky god of men, can give me good luck, so that I won’t fail this exam, otherwise I won’t be able to get my diploma.”

“I don’t have any big difficulties, I just want to get some good luck and change the status quo.”

“My family is undergoing surgery in the hospital, get some good luck.”

After Ye Xuan got off the plane, he walked straight through the special passage and quickly got into the nanny car arranged by Yang Le.

Seeing so many fans outside, Ye Xuan really had to sigh at the power of fans.

Wiping the sweat from his head, Ye Xuan said in a hearty voice.

“Director Yang, how did you arrange our copyright signing ceremony?”

Yang Le responded with stars in his eyes.

“Ye Xuan, lucky god of men, don’t worry, I have arranged everything properly, and I will not delay your precious time. Let’s go to the hotel to rest for a while, and at 8 o’clock in the evening, we will conduct the live TV signing ceremony.”

It was true that Ye Xuan was a bit tired, but his hearing was not bad. He looked at Yang Le and asked seriously.

“Director Yang, what did you call me just now? Lucky god of men?”

Seeing that Ye Xuan was still in a daze, Yang Le took the initiative to flip through the comments on his phone and introduced them very earnestly.

"Mr. Ye Xuan, I'm afraid this 'God of Luck' title of yours won't be shaken off for a while. After all, it's the fervent hope of these netizens, and it can be considered a spiritual sustenance for the common people. Why don't you just let it be?"

It was just a title, and Ye Xuan didn't have much of an opinion on it, so he responded indifferently.

"Then leave it be. Show me the program schedule, and also the copyright contract."

Yang Le’s expression stiffened, and he said sheepishly.

"Mr. Ye Xuan, I’m truly sorry. I originally wanted to discuss this with you in person. When I reported the *Journey to the West* copyright matter I discussed with you, the Editor-in-Chief of the China Publishing House happened to be there. After he finished reading *Journey to the West*, he insisted on snatching the rights to publish this work for the China Publishing House."

"He even said that the influence and significance of your work are profound, and it must be published and printed by the highest-level publishing house. I didn't dare to make the decision on my own, and I couldn't reach you when I called earlier, so I didn't have a chance to mention it. What do you think? Should I talk to the Editor-in-Chief and refuse him, or how should we handle this?"

Ye Xuan reached out and gently rubbed his brow. He was very confident that his *Journey to the West* would lead a new trend, but he hadn't expected it to be targeted by the China Publishing House so quickly. It was indeed a pleasant surprise.

While Ye Xuan was pondering, Yang Le’s heart was in his throat. He had been given a death order to ensure he persuaded Ye Xuan to sign the copyright.

Yet he understood the power of Ye Xuan’s fans better than anyone. If he forced it, it would definitely backfire, and he would be scolded by the fans and boycotted collectively.

But leaving Ye Xuan to decide alone made him uneasy, fearing Ye Xuan wouldn't agree. He stared at Ye Xuan with pitiful little eyes.

He had been busy writing lately, but he would occasionally check the trends online. He also knew that CCTV had been praising *Journey to the West* by name from time to time for the past month.

Looking at it now, he feared that even tonight’s live broadcast was a tactic to grab the highest viewership ratings.

Ye Xuan regained his composure, looked at Yang Le with an unreadable expression, and asked with a feigned hesitant look.

"Director Yang, do you think I should sign the copyright for this *Journey to the West* with the China Publishing House? I still have some doubts."

Learning that he only had some doubts rather than a firm refusal, Yang Le’s face lit up, and he said quickly.

"Mr. Ye Xuan, shall I tell you about the current situation?"

"You see, in our China, the best publishing house is definitely the China Publishing House. Once you sign with them, it’s equivalent to being recorded in history. Perhaps it might even be selected for educational materials, allowing countless students to read your work. I don't need to say much about the influence of that."

"Moreover, the manuscript fees at the China Publishing House are higher than average. Of course, I know that the profits from your pig farm are higher than any manuscript fee, so you surely don't care about that."

Listening to the basketful of compliments he heaped upon the China Publishing House, Ye Xuan suddenly said coldly.

"Director Yang, you’ve said so many good things for the China Publishing House, but what about you? You coordinated with me before, and now you’ve come to pick me up. What benefits do you get?"

Yang Le was so happy that he confessed everything honestly.

"My benefits are many. First, after you sign with the China Publishing House, this work will be handed over to me to lead the filming. I will be the general director and producer, possessing absolute authority over the film and television aspects."

"Secondly, I can use the profound meaning of this literary work to take my career to the next level."

"And the most important reason: I can collaborate with you, Mr. Ye Xuan, and fulfill my wish."

Ye Xuan appreciated his candor the most and nodded gently.

"Good, I understand."

After saying this, he closed his eyes to rest.

Yang Le was stunned, staring fixedly at Ye Xuan’s face. He really couldn't keep up with Mr. Ye Xuan’s thinking. What kind of answer was this? Was he agreeing?

Or not agreeing?

Although he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, seeing the dark circles under Ye Xuan’s eyes, he couldn't bear to disturb his rest and had to sit dejectedly to the side.

To ensure Ye Xuan wouldn't be too exhausted between recording the program and resting, Yang Le arranged for him to stay in the CCTV VIP lounge.

Ye Xuan had no luggage, only a backpack. As he went upstairs, he caught a glimpse of Yang Le still looking like he had something to say, and he chuckled.

"Director Yang, we’ve met several times now. You don't need to be so reserved; just say what's on your mind."

Yang Le cautiously stole a glance at Ye Xuan’s expression and smiled sheepishly.

"Mr. Ye Xuan, regarding tonight’s live broadcast and the copyright signing, do you agree? I mean, signing the copyright to the China Publishing House?"

They had already reached the door of the room arranged for Ye Xuan. Ye Xuan shrugged, took the room card from his hand, and smiled mischievously.

"I agree. Didn't you say the copyright fee from the China Publishing House is relatively high? A gentleman loves wealth and acquires it in the right way; I like that."

With that, he closed the door, blocking Yang Le’s depressed expression.

Soon, after regaining his senses, he ran down to find the Editor-in-Chief of the China Publishing House to tell him about Ye Xuan’s greatest hobby.

So, Mr. Ye Xuan, who had such high status, was actually so vulgar as to love money?

He felt as if he had discovered a massive new continent. He knocked on the Editor-in-Chief’s door, panting, and said joyfully.

"Editor Gao, it’s done. I’ve settled it with Mr. Ye Xuan. Guess what reason he gave for agreeing after I spent so much effort talking?"

Editor Gao, who was pouring tea, glanced at him indifferently and said coldly.

"Because our publishing house’s copyright fee is higher than the others, right? Could it possibly be because of your silver tongue?"

Yang Le hung his head in frustration and asked, puzzled.

"Oh, Old Gao, you’re something else. You didn't even need me to remind you, and you guessed it right on the mark. From now on, you should just handle these negotiations yourself."

Editor Gao took a leisurely sip of tea, let out a long breath, and said.

"It’s not that I’m good at negotiating, but that this *Journey to the West* is a fantasy story about gods and demons from start to finish. There isn't this type of book in the current market, and I’ve already greeted the other small publishing houses; no one will compete with you."

"Furthermore, it’s Mr. Ye Xuan’s idea. I feel that among so many works, this one is definitely something that can be recorded in history. You should trust my judgment."

Yang Le was left dumbfounded by his words, finally concluding that Old Gao was a master of deception who specialized in making him do the hard labor.

— Author's Notes —

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