"Wu, we all miss you so much!" Linda sat there and looked at Wu Jianye with a smile, deliberately accentuating the words 'everyone'.

"Haha, I miss you too, I don't know how Johnson is now? I really miss the days when I worked with him!" Wu Jianye, who had already decided to pay back the money, also became calm at this time, and he seemed to be strategic, deliberately blaming Johnson for that incident.

Linda: "He is very good, when I came to Huaxia, he also specially asked me to find a way to find you, let me tell you, he sincerely invited you to LA as a guest!"

"There is a chance, there is a chance!" Wu Jianye decided that when he went to LA in the future, he must avoid this group of people, and it would definitely not be good to meet them.

Gong Bin sat next to Wu Jianye, didn't say a word, and listened quietly to their chat, although the two seemed to be very familiar, but Gong Bin always felt that Wu Jianye felt a little like sitting on pins and needles.

As for Zhao Dehong, he took advantage of this stage to start reading the draft of the novel brought by Wu Jianye, and at this time he was completely immersed in the storyline of "Alive".

Simple and simple language, borrowing the perspective of Fugui, saw the changes in China in the past few decades, and the Fugui family also suffered in these changes, and all the misfortunes in the world seemed to have befallen him.

This feeling is a bit depressing, no, it is very depressing, although I haven't finished reading it yet, Zhao Dehong already knows that this is a rare classic.

Thinking of when Gong Zhen told himself that there was a good-looking novel, he still didn't believe it, but now he is extremely fortunate that he can see this novel with his own eyes.

Suppressing the idea that he still wanted to continue reading, Zhao Dehong raised his head and looked at the young man who was talking and laughing with Linda, this young man is the author of this novel, he looks a little young, how can such a young person write a novel with such a heavy feeling?

Then Zhao Dehong saw his niece Gong Bin sitting calmly next to Wu Jianye, and the look in his eyes.

"It seems that Brother Gong finally doesn't have to worry about his daughter's affairs anymore!"

"Ahem!" Zhao Dehong coughed, and Wu Jianye hurriedly stopped the conversation with Linda and looked at Zhao Dehong.

"You are the author of this book......." Zhao Dehong glanced at the first page again, and then asked, "Kun, right?"

"Uncle Zhao, my name is Wu Jianye, you can call me Xiao Wu!" Wu Jianye climbed along the pole.

Zhao Dehong, who already regarded Wu Jianye as his niece's son-in-law, did not see the outside, and said with a smile: "Okay, then Xiao Wu, I will say it directly, your "Alive" is very good, I like it very much, and there is no problem with publishing it in our "Huhai Literature", now we can talk about the issue of remuneration!"

To be honest, Wu Jianye doesn't have much idea about the remuneration of "Alive", his purpose in writing this book is to improve his own style, after all, in the current domestic entertainment circle, the identity of a writer can bring him a lot of convenience, and he also hopes to have the initiative in this novel.

The movie "Alive", although it was banned in China, has won numerous awards overseas, and the most important thing is that this novel is very popular in Europe, and the same is true for movies, Wu Jianye needs a stepping stone if he wants to open up the European market, and this movie is the best stepping stone.

"Uncle Zhao, I really don't know much about such things as remuneration, I wonder if Uncle Zhao can explain it to me?" Wu Jianye asked.

"According to the regulations of the state, the remuneration for the manuscript is 3 yuan to 10 yuan per thousand words, I read this novel, it is very good, but you are a newcomer after all, and there is no work before this, so our magazine can only give you a maximum price of 6 yuan per thousand words, and if the novel is published in the future, it will naturally be paid. Zhao Dehong thought for a while and said.

Wu Jianye nodded and said, "There is no problem on my side, just 6 yuan per thousand words according to what Uncle Zhao said!"

"Haha, the young man is very happy!" Zhao Dehong was stunned at first, but he didn't expect Wu Jianye to hesitate at all, and then laughed and said: "Okay, this novel, we will start serializing it from the next issue of the magazine!"

"Then everything will be troublesome Uncle Zhao!" Wu Jianye said with a smile.

Gong Bin was also relieved that this novel could be published and seen by more people, and she was also very happy, and she had a sense of honor.

As for Linda on the side, for Huaxia dialect, she is now limited to ordinary greetings, Wu Jianye and Zhao Dehong's dialogue, she naturally didn't understand it, but through analysis, she also guessed that Wu Jianye should have written a novel, and looking at Zhao Dehong's expression, she appreciated this novel very much.

"President Zhao, is this novel written by Wu? Can you show me?" Linda asked curiously, she really couldn't imagine that Wu Jianye, a liar, would write a novel, could it be a complete collection of deception?

"Of course!" Zhao Dehong handed the novel to Linda.

Linda took it and looked at it, confused, and forgot, she didn't know Chinese characters at all.......

"Wu, is there an English translation of this novel?" asked Linda to Wu Jianye.

Wu Jianye shook his head and said, "Not now, but I think there will be one later!"

Linda heard the confidence in Wu Jianye's words and said, "It seems that you are very confident in your novels!"

Wu Jianye smiled: "Do you always have dreams!"

"Can you tell me about the book?" asked Linda.

"I will have a chance in the future, now I have to sign the contract with Uncle Zhao first!" Wu Jianye's original intention was not like the entanglement with Linda.

"That's okay, that's it, you give me your contact information, and when the matter here is over, how about I contact you?" Linda didn't plan to let Wu Jianye go.

"Okay!" Wu Jianye said helplessly, knowing that this matter could not be avoided, even if he gave a fake address, Linda could find himself through Zhao Dehong, it was better to simply order.

This "Alive" is about 100,000 words, and according to the price of 6 yuan per thousand words, that is, the remuneration of 600 yuan, plus the remuneration of domestic publications, it must be enough to pay them back.

Thinking of this, Wu Jianye had nothing to worry about.

The rest of the matter is much simpler, first signed a contract with "Huhai Literature", and then prepared to leave, here he doesn't want to stay for a moment.

"Ah Xue, your parents have told me many times that you have been in the factory recently and have not come home, and they are very worried about you!" Zhao Dehong and Gong Bin said.

"They're just worried, I'll go back when I have time!" Gong said.

"Well, it's just right, bring Xiao Wu back, he is alone in Huhai, and he doesn't have any friends around, take him back to taste your mother's craft!" Zhao Dehong said.

Wu was stunned when he saw the night, what is the situation? Can this kind of thing go casually?

Gong Bing's face turned red after hearing this, knowing that he had been misunderstood by Zhao Dehong.......