After coming out of the schoolchildren's club building, Ai Fei's humiliation could not be resolved - not because of Fuji's words, but because of his hasty actions! It's so damn! Do you really think that being a time traveler is just as you want? Bastard! Idiot! He cursed himself fiercely in skillful Japanese. Is it comfortable now? Is it worthy of being humiliated in person?

Blaming yourself for not solving the problem, Ai Fei's mood gradually calmed down. The most important thing now is how to contact a suitable media to help him publish his works! Of course, the main premise cannot be changed. His comics should still be affiliated with others' names, and they must not be published through other people's carriers as before! Or, you can invest in printing and then sell them? Of course, this is also an option, but what about the sales channel? Do you have to bring hundreds of comic books to sell them everywhere?

Suddenly an idea came to my mind: Why don’t I use some of my previous experience in China and use the method of selling agents? In other words, there are newspapers and magazines everywhere in the city. I hand over the works to them and don’t charge them for the time being. I will collect money after the works are sold? This seems to be a good idea. With just a few issues, I believe that with the content of my works, I can sit at home and wait for someone to pick up the goods! Yes, that’s it!

As soon as he thought about this, his mood immediately improved. The most important thing was to contact the printing factory, but there is no need to worry about this. Some Japanese printing factories, and as long as they are willing to pay, they will definitely provide excellent services!

Humming a song that no one of the people of this era has ever heard. He walked towards his home with a brisk step, and the unhappiness he had just encountered in the school club was thrown out of the sky.

"Ai Jun?Ai Jun?"

Hearing someone calling his name, Ai Fei stopped: "Ah, it's Takahashi-kun? Thank you for your hard work!"

Takahashi Kumamoto stood by the roadside with his bicycle and bowed to him: "Thank you for your hard work!"

"What, is there anything wrong?"

Takahashi pushed his hat upwards, scratching his sweaty forehead: "Is it a little hot today?"

"Haha..." Ai Fei chuckled: "Takahashi, have you finished reading Miss Riko's comic book?"

"Hehe!" Takahashi felt even more embarrassed: "It's really causing you trouble."

"This matter... may have to wait for a while." Ai Fei was even more ashamed than him: "The cooperation between me and the schoolchildren's club has come to an end for the time being. Let's wait for a while. After my own works published, Miss Lizi will like it."

"Ah?" Takahashi looked unspeakable and seemed to be his mistake in not being able to achieve his daughter's hope, but immediately he became spiritual: "Ai Jun... he wants to publish his work, is that right?"

"Yes. I'm preparing. It should be available for publication by the end of this month."

"I have told Uchiko that Ai Jun will definitely become a very successful person! This time it is just the beginning! Come on!"

Seeing Takahashi making cheering gestures made by the heroine in later generations in Japanese dramas, Ai Fei burst into laughter uncontrollably: "Hahahaha! Thank you, Mr. Takahashi, I will definitely do it!"

Takahashi couldn't guess why he was laughing, and scratched his head awkwardly: "Then, I won't bother you, goodbye!"

"Oh, please wait!" Ai Fei suddenly remembered: "Mr. Takahashi, do you know where is a better printing factory?"

“Eh? Printing factory?”

"Yes."

"It seems that there is a near Takashimaya Department Store, right? Well, there should be many printing factories there. If Ai Jun needs it, you can go there and take a look."

"Is Takashimaya Department Store?" Ai Fei repeated: "Okay, I know. I will go. Thank you, Mr. Takahashi."

"So, goodbye."

"goodbye."

After lunch, Ai Fei was about to rest for a while, but publishing and printing were lingering in his heart. He couldn't feel comfortable lying down. Finally, he had to sit up and see the time. It was only 1 o'clock. So just go to Takashimaya Department Store! He picked up the picture book and walked out of the bedroom.

"Do you still want to go out?"

"Ah, yes. Go out." Ai Fei walked to the entrance and talked to his mother while wearing shoes.

"So, be careful all the way."

"knew."

Takashimaya Department Store is located near the famous Nihonbashi, close to the Tokyo Central Police Station. In the 1950s, it was a bustling area of ​​Tokyo. It was very convenient to take a tram from Ueno. It was not very long that the Japanese transportation line was extended twice as long as it was! Walking out of the sweaty car, Ai Fei took a long breath: When I have money, buy a car and drive it by myself! Damn, this damn traffic!

The opposite street from the bus is Takashimaya Department Store, which is currently the leading retail mall in Japan. It brings goods and some imported products from all over the country. Of course, the latter is also quite expensive and is the first choice for shopping in Tokyo. Ai Fei had no interest in this building that looked very imposing. He followed Mr. Takahashi's instructions and walked towards the side of the building.

In sharp contrast to the magnificent itinerary of the department store building, there is a relatively primitive block next to it. You can hear the jingling sounds coming from it at a little distance. When you get closer, it turns out that it is an old-fashioned handicraft workshop that is operating, including smelting metal products, making pots and pans on site, and even earning handicraft fees by melting gold and silver jewelry. But there is no shadow of a printing factory?

I searched nearby, but I still didn't! I walked into a workshop that specialized in smelting metals and creating daily necessities. Before I could enter, a heat wave came towards me: "I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry?" It was so noisy inside that he had to let go.

"Hi!" A man heard this, put down the tongs in his hand and walked over: "Sir..."

"I would like to ask, is there a printing factory nearby?"

"Is the printing factory? There is no one here. I have to look for it on the street behind the department store!"

"Thank you then." Walking out of the street of the Hand Workshop, Ai Fei walked back. This time, with the guidance of people nearby, he quickly found the printing factory mentioned by Mr. Takahashi. Unlike the street just now, there was no noise here, but there was a strong smell than the former. Ai Fei smelled the smell, which was like a chemical factory in China that did not pay attention to sewage discharge regulations.

After walking a few steps around, Ai Fei's eyes fell on the signboard of a printing factory called Yuwu. The reason he chose this was just because the words on the signboard were all in Chinese.

I never thought that my works could actually suppress the works including Qingluo, Lao Zhang, the cloth tiger eats people, and Zhang Yun (Long live the director of this guy, he wrote more than 8 million words, which is so awesome!) Such masters wrote works? This is all thanks to the support of book friends, and I bow again here to thank you!
Chapter completed!