Volume 2: The crown and the hat are all over the capital, and the spirit is full of energy and enter the foggy city Chapter 137 Red Hare
Subtitle of this chapter: The Coming of the Great Mage!
As an editor, Chen Wangdao naturally understands Zhang Dongsun's intention in this question.
He explained sincerely: "Mr. Hongjian is very thoughtful. He said in the attached letter that he has obtained authorization from the two original authors, and the authorization fee is half of the translation fee."
"What is even more admirable is that under his persuasion, the two authors were willing to donate the licensing fee to the women's community in China."
It must be explained here that for translated works there are two creators, the original copyright owner and the translated copyright owner. The royalties for the translated works are naturally shared by them.
But copyright protection these days is just so-so, especially for Seris. Translators rarely ask the original copyright owner for authorization.
Although Master Yuan from a hundred years later sometimes watched pirated movies and TV shows and online novels, his copyright awareness was much stronger than that of the Seres at that time.
Besides, he was friends with Ms. Willa Cather and Mr. Theodore Dreiser, and it would be foolish to ruin his relationship with these two great writers for a little money. So when he discussed this matter with these two writers, he asked Mr. John McCall to make two authorization contracts..
Ms. Cather and Mr. Dresser were both very popular leftists. The former was an important member of the World Women's Federation, and the latter joined the Communist Party of the United States in the future. So Yuan Yanshou just fooled them a little bit, and they agreed to donate the authorization money to the suffering women of Seres.
Our Master Yuan took this opportunity to improve his reputation and took an extremely solid step towards becoming a "friend of women".
Zhang Dongsun was also respectful when he heard this and said, "It seems that this Mr. Yuan is really a generous and chivalrous man..."
The generous and chivalrous Yuan Yan suddenly frowned and said in a very disgusted tone: "Keke, you are so annoying! You always give me gifts as if I can't afford them..."
He once again looked at the beautiful filly with a double champion pedigree (from both the sire and the dam) in front of him, and sighed, "Don't do this again next time."
To be honest, with his current wealth, he could afford this purebred Arabian horse. But is it that easy to raise a top racehorse ?
What about the constant temperature stables, professional breeders, champion riders... The most important thing is that you have to have a big ranch. And investing in horse racing cannot make back the money just by the prize money from horse racing competitions. This involves an entire industry.
To put it bluntly, raising racehorses is purely for the sake of showing off and burning money.
Friday, April 15, 1921.
He, his friend, and his secretary were at a ranch near Richmond, the capital of Virginia. They were there to attend the spring horse racing meeting.
This pony was a gift from Bai Fumei, who bought it at an auction after the race. This ranch is also one of her properties.
Ms. Brooks smiled and said, "Anything you like is fine. By the way, you can give her a name."
Nonsense, the mount of the sage Nintendo only has one name...
"Red Rabbit." Yuan Yan said without thinking: "Only this name is worthy of my horse!"
"But..." Ms. Brooks looked at the filly suspiciously, "But she's not red?"
"Keke, you don't understand..."
Just when Master Yuan was about to give his mistress a detailed talk about THREE EMPIRES, Miss Moman came over and reported: "Boss, the driver is here, and he said he brought you an urgent letter."
"Okay, I'll be there right away." Yuan Yan suddenly fed Red Hare a piece of sugar cube, touched her head, and then turned and walked out of the stable.
As soon as he saw him, Xiaokang immediately reported: "Second Master, the matter has been settled. I personally sent Doctor Wen on the ship to England."
"Very good, you've worked hard. Double your salary for the next two weeks!" Master Yuan nodded and said, "Any urgent message?"
Kang Erduo took out a letter from his pocket and said, "Second Master, Sister Lian asked me to pass this letter to you. It was sent by the young mistress from Nanyang. Sister Lian asked me to deliver it to you immediately."
"Oh, is that so..."
Could it be that the father-in-law whom I have never met has passed away? This is really... Then I will have to be a bachelor for another three years.
Yuan Yan, not knowing whether to be happy or not, took it, tore open the envelope, took out the letter and started reading.
"FXCK Henan... No, FXCK, those sea coachmen! All the Dutch deserve to die!"
Yes, the flapping of his butterfly wings has indeed changed the fate of some historical figures and the course of some historical events, but there are some things he cannot influence.
Wei Mingzhu's brother-in-law, "Nanyang Sugar King" Huang Zhonghan is still a big trouble.
In 1921, the Dutch colonial government required Huang Zhonghan to pay 35 million Dutch guilders in "war taxes" and "income taxes." Colonial government officials told Huang Zhonghan that if he felt he could not afford it, the government was willing to buy out Huang's business for 7 million Dutch guilders.
His eldest brother-in-law, Grandpa Wei, was also caught in the typhoon. Not only was he blackmailed by the Dutch colonial government, but he was also deliberately incited by monkeys to burn down several sugarcane plantations and destroy several sugar factories. Several young people of the Wei family and Chinese employees also died in the conflict.
That's why Mr. Wei fell seriously ill. Although he wouldn't die for a while, his health didn't improve much either.
It is a pity that Miss Wei Mingzhu, who wanted to be a female revolutionary, was, after all, a lady from a noble family with lofty ambitions. She didn't know what to do when faced with such a situation. So, she wrote a letter to her husband in desperation, hoping that he could think of a solution.
As for the solution... our Master Yuan had already thought of it and even made some preparations in advance.
Yuan Yan quietly put away the letter, put it in her pocket and said, "Xiaokang, take some time to rest. We will be back to Washington soon!"
"Mrs. Einstein, Mr. Einstein. This is your room. This is also the best and largest suite we have in Rosewood."
Albert Einstein, who was obviously Jewish with black curly hair, a thick black beard and a big nose, looked at the presidential suite with satisfaction, nodded to the lobby manager and said, "Well, thank you. By the way, your name is..."
"Mr. Einstein , just call me Frank."
The great scientist also took out a tip and stuffed it into the hand of Master Yuan's old acquaintance and said, "Frank, can you bring up today's newspaper?"
The lovely Frank didn't mind at all that Einstein's tip was only a pitiful one dollar, and still said with a smile: "Of course. Wait a moment, I will bring it up myself right away."
Before long, he really delivered all the newspapers .
"Wait, Frank. What is this?" Einstein pointed to a thick, large manila envelope with no addressee or sender written on it.
"Mr. Einstein, this should be a letter addressed to you."
