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It was almost noon, on the "trail" to Lin Jing's house, Liang Yinning, who was driving, saw two cars coming on.

"Ziqi, do you know those two people?"

Liang Yinning didn't care, but when Mo Ziqi in the passenger seat witnessed the car passing by, he saw that the owner of the car seemed to have a different look, so he asked.

"Miss Liang, please call me Manager Mo, thank you."

Liang Yinning's "affectionate" call Ziqi is a young man of about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, he is dressed in a suit and leather shoes, round eyes, hooked nose and thin lips, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, sitting upright in the passenger seat, wearing a seat belt, and meticulous in his description.

"Okay, Ziqi." Liang Yinning replied.

"Among those two people, the middle-aged man in the front car is Mr. Hu Wenliang, deputy editor-in-chief of "Ming Pao Evening News", and the one in the back, who is about the same age as me, is Mr. Chen Wenyan, deputy editor-in-chief of "Oriental Daily." Mo Ziqi nodded, and while analyzing the appearance characteristics of these two people, he introduced Liang Yinning.

"Aren't they coming here at this time?"

"It should be." Mo Ziqi replied, "If your guess is correct, they should also be here for the publishing rights of Miss Lin's three novels." ”

"Hmph, they thought they were one step ahead, where did they think that I had already given her a vaccination at Ah Jing's place, no matter how early they came, they were destined to return in vain." Liang Yinning smiled, very happy for his foresight, and there was even a sense of schadenfreude in his tone for the two deputy editors-in-chief of "Ming Pao Evening News" and "Oriental Daily".

"It seems to be so." Mo Ziqi also agreed with Liang Yinning's view.

After rubbing the car with the deputy editors of the two newspapers, Liang Yinning slammed the accelerator to the bottom as if to celebrate the victory.

Whew――

The car was suddenly stopped by the emergency brake in the violent roar of the motor, and the body threw out a beautiful drift in the sharp friction between the tires and the concrete floor, and then stopped outside the courtyard gate with a clatter.

"Wow, that's a pleasure!" Liang Yinning exhaled heavily, poked his head out of the car, and shouted excitedly, "Is anyone at home?" ”

"It turned out to be Liang Yinning, I thought it was a rampaging biker party." Lin Jing walked out from under the shade of the tree, opened the courtyard door that had just been closed for a while, and said angrily, "Come in, Degree and Passion Girl, if I see you flying like this next time, you don't drive, just walk over." ”

"This, it's just once in a while, people are too happy......" Being split on his head and covering his face was a scolding, and Liang Yinning, who knew that he was wrong, was not angry, and stuck out his tongue and replied embarrassedly.

"Once in a while, do you want to come back to the next time?"

"I swear to Wong Tai Sin that there will be no next time!" Liang Yinning saw that something was wrong, and hurriedly swore that at the end, he also saluted a nondescript General Patton.

"I don't care which way you swear to the immortals, as long as you can do it."

Waiting for the car to drive into the courtyard, Lin Jing closed the courtyard door.

"What about Ah Yan and Sisi?" Liang Yinning walked into the living room, didn't see the two small figures, and asked.

Since Lin Jing moved back a 15-inch small color TV, the family has never been calm, and the two small enemies have to fight every day for the election of Taiwan.

"I haven't run enough, I'm in the crew." Lin Jing replied as she poured out two cups of tea, "This gentleman, please drink tea." ”

"Thank you!" Mo Ziqi's upper body was slightly owed, and then he picked up the teacup.

"This is the newly appointed general manager of our Bookworm Publishing House, Mr. Mo Ziqi, inexplicable Mo, Zhao Zilong's son, strange Qi, you just call him Ziqi. Of course, it is okay to be called 'Mo Da', and the name of the head of the Hengshan faction will not insult him. Liang Yinning took a sip of tea, and then casually introduced it to Lin Jing.

"Smiling Proud Jianghu" The head of the Hengshan faction is "Mo Da", there is a sword hidden in the piano, and the sound of the sword and piano, as long as you are a person who loves Jin Yong's martial arts novels, there are not many people who don't know this name.

Mo Ziqi had no choice but to accept Miss Liang's ridicule.

"Hello, Manager Mo." From the time Mo Ziqi came in and sat down, Lin Jingtong observed that he should be a person who was at least strict at work, so he didn't call him Ziqi as Liang Yinning said.

"Hello, Miss Lin." Mo Ziqi squeezed out a smile on his cold features, stood up and shook hands with Lin Jing, "Although it is the first time we have met, Miss Lin's name has already been heard like thunder. ”

Lin Jing smiled and invited him to sit down.

"Ah Jing, I saw people from "Ming Pao Evening News" and "Oriental Daily" just now, they came to you to buy publishing rights, right?" Liang Yinning has a straightforward temperament and says whatever he thinks in his heart.

"Yes."

"Then you can't resist the temptation of sugar-coated shells and surrender, right?"

"Why not? It's not a good pleasure to eat coarse tea and light rice every day! Lin Jing blinked and replied.

"Okay, you Lin Jing, you dare to entertain your family and deduct your royalties." Liang Yinning saw the smile on the corner of Lin Jing's mouth, she already knew Lin Jing's habit, where did she not know that she was deliberately talking to make fun of herself. If it weren't for Mo Ziqi by her side, she would have pounced on it, and even now she would not give up, threatening to deduct royalties.

Mo Ziqi on the side cleared his throat and motioned to Miss Liang, and it was time for him to speak.

"Xiaoxiang night rain, okay, don't clear your throat there, people who don't know still think you have laryngitis." Liang Yinning doesn't like Mo Ziqi's old-fashioned style very much, obviously he is only a young man in his thirties, but she actually respects this capable and upright general manager in her heart, otherwise she wouldn't have transferred him from her father's head office, so she made a gesture to him at the end.

Mo Ziqi could see that Lin Jing was just joking with Liang Yining, wanting to make the atmosphere of the conversation between the two sides less dignified. Now the atmosphere is really a lot more lively, which makes him feel good. Although he used to "fight" in the mall, he didn't say that he liked the kind of "killing" negotiation where you come and go.

"Miss Lin, I sincerely admire your talent in writing. If it's just "Heroes", it can be said to be a short-lived fluke, but the influence of "Heroes" is still in the ascendant, and another "Kunlun" came out, followed by "Those Times That Can't Go Back", Miss Lin's concept of seeking innovation and change can be said to run throughout. ”

Speaking of this, Mo Ziqi paused, and his upper body leaned back on the backrest and stretched forward slightly: "In the three novels "Heroes", "Kunlun" and "Those Times That Can't Go Back", it can be said that Miss Lin is your personal genius. I think the vast majority of people agree on this. ”

In fact, many media are now the author of "Heroes", and they have successively launched "Kunlun" and "Those Times That Can't Go Back", and all of them are very popular, and after being popular throughout Xiangjiang, they have all investigated her ancestors for three generations with great interest.

Because a 15-year-old girl, even if she bears the aura of a 7A champion and a freshman at Xiangjiang Chinese University, this kind of demonic expression is still too shocking and unbelievable for the world.

Of course, the results of the investigation are nothing: grandparents died young, my father was a big old man who didn't graduate from elementary school, and my mother had a high education, but she died at the beginning of the year. As for the rest, there is also an uncle. But the two have long since turned against each other and have no contact.

"Thank you!"

Talented? In a certain sense, it is indeed true, because this is the will of God, God sent her back from the 21st century to 1982, and endowed her with such "talent". So Lin Jing said thank you on her lips, and she was also saying thank you in her heart, of course, she didn't want to thank those who praised her, but the original authors of the novel.

"So, Miss Lin, are you sure you want to hand over "Heroes", "Kunlun" and "Those Times That Can't Go Back" to Bookworm Publishing House for publication?" Although Mo Ziqi already knew from Liang Yinning that this was a positive answer, it was customary to ask a question.

"There's no problem with that."

"Okay, I'll tell you about the bookworm publishing house now, so that Miss Lin can have a general understanding of it."

"Bookworm Publishing is ...... Bookworm Publishing House has a relatively complete travel system, whether it is in Hong Kong, Taiwan, or Singapore, Thailand and other Southeast Asian countries in the Chinese-speaking circle, there are no travel barriers, so Miss Lin does not have to worry about the problem. Of course, due to various historical reasons, the influence of Bookworm Publishing House is not as good as that of old newspapers such as "Ming Pao" and "Oriental Daily" for the time being. ”

"Prior to this, our publishing house conducted a market survey on your three novels, Miss Lin, and 82 percent of readers who had read newspaper serials said that if the novel was originally intended to buy the book after it was published, only 10 percent said they were unsure, and the remaining 8 percent said they would not buy it."

"So with Miss Lin Jing's fame of your three novels, there is actually no lack of influence from the publishing house."

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