Subtitle of this chapter: The arrival of the great magician!

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As an editor, Chen Wangdao’s intention to Zhang Dongsun’s 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 remuneration."

"What is even more admirable is that under his persuasion, these two authors are willing to donate the authorization funds to our Chinese women's community."

It must be explained here that there are two creators for translated works, the original copyright holder and the translation copyright holder. The remuneration of the translated works is naturally shared by them.

However, copyright protection has been so much so these days, especially for Cyris, translators rarely ask the original copyright owner for authorization.

Although Master Yuan sometimes reads pirated film and television works and online novels a hundred years later, his copyright awareness is much better than that of the Cialis at that time.

Besides, he and Ms. Vera Cather and Mr. Theodore Dresse are friends, and it would be too stupid to ruin their relationship with these two great writers for a little money. So when he agreed with these two writers, he asked Mr. John McCall to make two authorization contracts. (See Volume 1, Chapter 235)

Ms. Cather and Mr. Dresse were both popular leftists. The former was an important member of the World Women's Federation and the latter joined the United States in the future. So Yuan Yan suddenly made a few tricks and agreed to donate the authorization money to the women of Cyris who were so difficult.

Our Master Yuan happened to use this to gain popularity and took an extremely solid step towards "Friends of Women".

When Zhang Dongsun heard this, he also said in awe: "It seems that this Yuan Jun is really a generous and heroic man..."

Yuan Yan, who was generous and heroic, frowned and said in a very disgusting tone: "Keke, you really hate it! He always gives me gifts, making it look like I can't afford it..."

He looked at the beautiful little mare in front of him with the blood of the double champion (father and mother) and sighed, "I won't be like this next time."

To be honest, this pure-blooded Arabian horse is not unaffordable with his current wealth. But is it that simple to raise top-level horses?

What are constant temperature stables, professional breeders, champion riders... The most important thing is that you have to have a big ranch. Moreover, investing in horse racing alone can't make a profit, which involves a whole industry.

To put it bluntly, raising horse racing is purely just to burn money for the sake of pretending.

Friday, April 15, 1921.

He, his Kerk and his female secretary are in a ranch next to Richmond, the capital of Virginia, where they come to participate in the spring race.

This little foal was the gift Bai Fumei bought and gave him at the auction after the Jockey Club. This ranch is also one of her industries.

Ms. Brooks smiled and said, "I'm alas, as long as you like it, it's fine. By the way, give her a name."

Nonsense, there is only one name on the mount of the second master of Nintendo's sage...

"Red Rabbit." Yuan Yan said without thinking, "Only this name is worthy of my horse!"

"But..." Ms. Brooks looked at the little mare and said suspiciously, "But she isn't red?"

"Keke, you don't understand..."

Just when Master Yuan was about to tell his lover about "THREE EMPIRES", Miss Moman came over and reported: "BOSS, Mr. Driver is here, and he also said he brought you an urgent letter."

"Okay, I'll go there now." Yuan Yan suddenly fed a piece of candy to the Red Rabbit Horse, touched her head, and then turned around and walked out of the stable.

As soon as he saw him, Xiaokang immediately reported: "Second Master, the matter is done. I personally sent Doctor Wen to a steamship heading to the UK."

"Very good, thank you for your hard work. The salary was double in the past two weeks!" Master Yuan nodded and said, "What are you anxious to believe?"

Condor took out a letter from his pocket and said, "Second Master, this letter was sent to you by Sister Lian. It was sent by Young Grandma from Nanyang. Sister Lian told me to send it to you immediately."

"Oh, is that true..."

Could it be that my father-in-law whom I haven't met yet is overwhelmed? This is really... Then I have to be the diamond princess for three years.

Yuan Yan, who didn't know whether to open the Sen or not, suddenly took it over, tore open the envelope and took out the letter paper, and started reading it.

"FXCK Henan... No, FXCK's sea coachman! All the Dutch should die!"

That's right, his butterfly's flapping wings has indeed changed the fate of some historical figures and the course of some historical events, but he cannot influence some things.

Wei Mingzhu's brother-in-law, "Nanyang Sugar King" Huang Zhonghan, is still a big trouble.

In 1921, the Dutch and Indian colonial government required Huang Zhonghan to pay 35 million Dutch "war tax" and "income tax". Colonial government officials told Huang Zhonghan that if he felt overwhelmed, the government would be willing to acquire the Huang family company for 7 million Dutch.

His brother-in-law, Mr. Wei, was also swept to the end of the typhoon. Not only was he blackmailed by the Dutch and Indian colonial government, but he was also deliberately incited by monkeys to burn several sugarcane plantations and smashed several sugar factories. Several juniors of the Wei family and Chinese employees died in the conflict.

Therefore, Mr. Wei couldn't afford to get sick. Although he would not die for a while, his health did not improve much.

It's a pity that Miss Wei Mingzhu, who is determined to be a female revolutionary, is a lady with a higher heart and a tall mind. She doesn't know what to do when encountering such a thing, so she went to the hospital and wrote a letter to her husband in a hurry, hoping that he could think of a solution.

And what is the solution... Our Master Yuan had already thought about it and even made some preparations in advance.

Yuan Yan calmly put the letter away and put it in her pocket and said, "Xiaokang, hurry up and take a break. We are about to go back to Washington!"

"Mrs. Einstein, Mr. Einstein. This is your room. This is also the best and largest suite in our Rosewood."

Albert Einstein, who had black curly hair, 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, you call..."

"Mr. Einstein, just call me Frank."

The great scientist also took out a tip and stuffed it into the hands of Master Yuan’s old acquaintance and said, “Frank, can you deliver today’s newspaper?”

The cute Frank didn't mind Einstein's tip was only a poor dollar, and he still smiled and said, "Of course. You can wait a moment, and I'll deliver it to you in person."

Not long after, he actually delivered all the newspapers.

"Wait, Frank. What is this?" Einstein pointed to a thick big kraft envelope with no recipient or sender on it.
Chapter completed!