Chapter 362

On the day the book fair ended, some people carried it on trains and planes overnight, but these were those who lived relatively close.

The Frankfurt Airport on this day was crowded with people, rubbing shoulders, and there were scenes of parting everywhere.

Ping Xintao of Taiwan Crown Publishing House and Shen Deng'en of Yuanjing Publishing House, the two competitors, were saying goodbye at this moment.

Yuanjing Publishing House's main push this year is Li Ao and Jin Yong, but Chinese works are now difficult to push except for Wei Ming. They came to Europe but their influence is still limited to East Asia.

Crown Publishing House doesn't need to say more. Two years ago, Qiong Yao officially married Ping Xintao, and Crown and Qiong Yao's novels were completely locked. In addition to Qiong Yao, they have Zhang Ailing and Sanmao.

This performance is obviously slightly better for Crown. Ping Xintao is going to travel in Italy, and by the way, buy a bag for Qiong Yao.

Shen Deng'en left first. He also had to go back to Taiwan to fish Li Ao. How long has this guy been released and he went in again.

"Mr. Gong!"

After sending Shen Deng'en away, Ping Xintao saw Gong Biyang of the American Chinatown Publishing Company. They met through this book fair and had some cooperation projects. The North American market still has to rely on others.

"Oh, Boss Ping." Gong Biyang chatted with Ping Xintao for a few words, but obviously absent-minded.

"Is Mr. Gong waiting for a friend?" Ping Xintao asked.

"Oh, waiting. When we met yesterday, I forgot to invite him to sit in San Francisco when he is free." Gong Biyang wanted to make up for it at the airport.

Speaking of this, Ping Xintao was a little sour. He thought the romantic French would be interested in Qiong Yao's novels. He didn't expect them to buy Wei Ming's *A Terracotta Warrior*.

Really don't understand the taste of the French. Is "I didn't come to break up this family, I came to join this family" not romantic, or "What you lost is just a leg, what Ziling lost is love" not romantic?

"I saw on *Book Trade News* that Chinatown got the traditional copyright of two picture books," Ping Xintao chatted with Gong Biyang, "I forgot to remind Mr. Gong at the time. He is a mainland writer, and there may be some resistance to distribution in Taiwan."

Gong Biyang smiled: "Don't worry, the resistance has been cleared. Mr. Ping should be able to buy his works in Taiwan soon."

Ping Xintao "Oh" a sound, and had more curiosity about the forces behind Chinatown.

"Ms. Wei!" Gong Biyang saw Wei Linglang, a publisher from East Germany who lived in the same hotel as him, because they knew each other because of Wei Ping'an.

"Gong, are you leaving too."

"Yes."

Then the two people who were not very familiar looked at the entrance together.

Not long after, they saw a group of Asians. The two were about to greet happily, but after looking carefully, oh, little days.

This time, more Japanese came than China combined. Every publishing house was independent. Of course, the results were also quite good.

Wei Ming's last session of bringing goods mainly brought Chinese comics, and almost every Japanese publishing house had manga works they were good at.

Even the Hitotsubashi Publishing Group sits on Shogakukan and Shueisha, and has two trump cards, *Weekly Shonen Sunday* and *Weekly Shonen Jump*, under its command. In the field of manga comics, it not only suppressed China, but even didn't let Marvel and DC in the United States.

The bag Wei Ming filled with various books had a special area for manga, including Rumiko Takahashi's *Urusei Yatsura* and Akira Toriyama's *Dr. Slump*. He also bought some American comics.

Prepared to hand it over to A-Long and the others when going to Hong Kong. These are all masterpieces representing American and Japanese comics, and have the significance of learning.

"!"

When Wei Ming and his companions entered the airport with their bags, Gong Biyang waved to Wei Ming enthusiastically.

And Wei Linglang, who was next to Gong Biyang, walked over directly, and then hugged Wei Ping'an in full view: "Goodbye, Alexander."

Wei Hong: "Alexander?"

Wei Ming: "It should be Uncle Ping'an's German name." Those who engage in transnational love basically have to take foreign names.

Wei Hong frowned: "There are so many people, foreigners are too unrestrained."

Wei Ping'an, who had a confused face, soon returned to normal. He patted Wei Linglang's back gracefully: "We will definitely see each other again. Welcome to return to China when you are free, go back to Peking University, and just introduce my wife and son and daughter to you. They are all very, very excellent."

Wei Ming shook his head. My uncle, your words are too hurtful.

Melinda arrived at the airport with Wei Ming. She and Wei Ming had not officially said goodbye.

She pulled Wei Ming's sleeve: "We are not in the same waiting hall, now we have to say goodbye."

Wei Ming opened his arms directly.

Melinda said: "Do you still remember how you said goodbye to me when I left China?"

Of course I remember. Capital International Airport, under the cover of many international students, Wei Ming and Melinda completed a kiss goodbye.

There is no one to cover them here, but there is no rule that you can't be intimate in public.

So after Wei Ping'an and Wei Linglang separated, Wei Ming hugged Melinda and kissed her directly.

Wei Ming originally wanted to kiss for a while, but Melinda hugged his head and started a long kiss.

"Ah!" Wei Hong's eyes were about to stare out, and other Chinese people who were traveling were also stunned, shouting that this, this, this is what kind of system!

Not to mention that they have already broken up, even if they are lovers, even if they are husband and wife, they can't be like this!

It was Bu Yun Suan Yuan who calmly covered Wei Hong's eyes with his hands. Children are not allowed to watch.

Wei Hong gently pried open his fingers. Everyone is watching. Why can't my sister watch? It made her throat move.

Last time in Yanjing, they didn't kiss enough. This time Melinda kissed enough. Even other foreign tourists looked here, and some people clapped and cheered.

Some of them have recognized Wei Ming. These five days have not been less on the local newspapers in Frankfurt. In the eyes of publishers from all over the world preparing to return home, he is the first topic figure of this book fair, a literary star.

Until she couldn't catch her breath, Melinda reluctantly let go of Wei Ming, and then she smiled.

Wei Ming's mouth was kissed red by her.

"You should also touch up your makeup, the lip gloss is spent."

Melinda wiped the corners of her mouth. No way, she didn't have the next meal after eating this meal, so she must kiss enough at once.

"Goodbye."

Wei Ming didn't have such a sad parting mood as Melinda. In two years, he will definitely come out to walk around. At that time, there will be many opportunities to meet.

After Melinda disappeared into the crowd, Gong Biyang had the opportunity to say goodbye to Wei Ming.

"Welcome to visit San Francisco when you have a chance. As long as you want, we will invite you to the United States in an official capacity."

Hearing this, Wei Ping'an's heart moved. Can you take me with you? He also wanted to go to San Francisco to ask that aunt about some things.

Or you can ask your uncle when you pass through Hong Kong this time.

Bu Yun Suan Yuan was on the same flight as Gong Biyang. They were both flying to San Francisco. Bu Yun Suan Yuan was studying biology at Stanford at this time.

Everyone said goodbye to this young man, and Deputy Director Liu said a few words to Wei Ming on behalf of everyone.

"Too ostentatious, we Chinese still have to pay attention to being implicit."

In fact, criticizing Wei Ming is the most suitable candidate for Wei Ping'an, the uncle. It's a pity that he also has some problems with Wei Linglang, so he can only close the mic throughout the process. Criticizing Wei Ming can only be left to the team leader.

Wei Ming smiled: "Then how about I write a review, bilingual in Chinese and English."

Deputy Director Liu: "The review is forgotten. Pay attention next time. After all, you are single now."

The review must not be written. He had already faxed the results of this Frankfurt trip yesterday. It is estimated that when he returned to China, the country had already begun to promote it. Wei Ming should take the first credit for this trip.

"In addition, don't talk nonsense after returning home, you know? People, it is inevitable that there will be times when they can't help themselves."

After criticizing Wei Ming, Deputy Director Liu warned others. Regardless of whether it is serious or not, if it spreads, it is not a good thing. It will give people the impression that Wei Ming is frivolous and not a literary star.

Everyone promised not to talk nonsense, but they can write it in their diary!

Next, they also went to wait for the plane. Everyone's luggage was much heavier than when they came. Everyone was allocated a sum of foreign exchange and could buy some local fresh items to return home. Otherwise, people like to go on business trips these days. The errand of going abroad is the most beautiful.

Wei Ming's things are especially many, and the young people in the team have to carry them for him. However, what he bought is mainly books. This is a point that everyone admires. Teacher Wei is too eager to learn.

While waiting for the plane, he began to pull out a book to read. What he pulled out was Robert Ludlum's *The Bourne Identity*.

This is the second-ranked literary work on the North American bestseller list last year, which was later adapted into a series of movies, called *The Bourne Identity*.

Many classic Hollywood movies actually have original stories that appeared very early, like the original TV series of *Mission: Impossible* appeared in the 1960s.

This book has a strong story, but Wei Ming is no longer just looking at the story, but also studying grammar and words. He has read too many old English books in the Peking University library, so he must find the style of the contemporary literary scene as soon as possible.

Otherwise, there will be a feeling of writing educated youth novels in the May Fourth period.

Wei Ping'an chatted with Deputy Director Liu next to him, asking him how long he would stay in Hong Kong this time.

Deputy Director Liu said: "This time I have to spend a night in Hong Kong, but everyone must act with the large team and don't fall behind."

Everyone can relax when going abroad, but he, the team leader, cannot relax. He must bring back as many people as he went out with. Now it is just this one in Hong Kong.

If it weren't for the fact that it was already late at night when arriving in Hong Kong, they would have taken a car directly to Shenzhen to live.

And hearing that he could spend a night in Hong Kong, Wei Ming's eyes also moved. I don't know if Old Ghost can meet Uncle Ping'an and Little Hong.

Now the whole family is the only one in the dark.

On the plane, Wei Ming kept reading. When he felt sleepy after reading *The Bourne Identity*, he immediately tilted his head to sleep.

And Wei Ping'an slept earlier. Only Wei Hong was energetic, reading an English mathematics journal with relish, and occasionally gesturing on the draft paper.

And before Wei Ming and the others arrived in Hong Kong, reports about this Frankfurt in Hong Kong had already appeared in the newspapers.

Hong Kong people generally have little interest in reading, so naturally they don't care about this kind of book fair activity.

But because Wei Ming was at this book fair, when the news of Wei Ming's popularity in Frankfurt appeared in the newspaper, the newspaper also sold out.

It has been more than three months since the "Tomorrow Will Be Better Charity Concert," but Hong Kong is still digesting the influence left by Wei Ming. The music scene, literary world, and comic world will not be mentioned. Recently, there has been a big discussion about giant pandas, and finally, with an overwhelming advantage, it was decided that Hong Kong will have a pair of giant pandas.

Zhou Huimin looked at the photo of Wei Ming writing calligraphy in *Ming Pao* and couldn't help but be a fan.

Jin Yong also has a publishing house, called Minghe Press, but only publishes his works, so this time only *Ming Pao* people were sent to Frankfurt, striving to get first-hand news.

Not many people were interested in the reports about the book fair last year, but this year it boosted sales for *Ming Pao*.

Even proud Hong Kong people, hearing that Wei Ming's works sold dozens of global translation rights and earned hundreds of thousands or millions of US dollars, couldn't help but straighten their chests.