Chapter 74 is published in Lao Mi's magazine

The reason why Lin Weimin didn't even bargain was not because the price asked for by the homeowner was too high. No matter how high the price was, as long as it was worth the money, it would be fine.

The problem is that the location of this house in Caishikou is too bad. It is nearly twenty miles away from Chaonei Street, which is too far and inconvenient for work.

He came to see the house mainly to understand the current housing transaction market in Yanjing.

On the way back, he chatted with Aunt Li and Shi Tiesheng all the way. They said that six thousand yuan was too expensive for the house, and three thousand five hundred to four thousand yuan would be about right.

Lin Weimin calculated in his mind that if a house of the same size and layout was placed in Dongcheng or Xicheng, it would probably cost at least 6,000 yuan.

He now had only 5,000 yuan in his hand. As he expected, this amount of money was not enough to buy a satisfactory courtyard house.

Just think of it as good things that come to those who wait.

After sending Shi Tiesheng home, it was already past six in the evening when Lin Weimin returned to the Guowen Society.

As soon as he entered the room, Zheng Guo from 302 knocked on the door and said, "Weimin, there's a foreigner who wants to see you during the day."

"foreigner?"

Lin Weimin immediately thought of Mark Meng's face. "What's his name? Did he say anything?"

"He said his Chinese name is Ma Kemeng, and he said there was news about the manuscript."

Lin Weimin's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Weimin, where did you submit this manuscript?" Zheng Guo asked curiously.

"It's nothing, just a short story." Lin Weimin did not tell Zheng Guo the details.

The next day after work, Lin Weimin rode his bike to Yanda Shaoyuan in the cold wind and found Mark Meng's dormitory.

"Old Ma!"

"For the people!"

Ma Kemeng gave Lin Weimin a hug when they met. "Where have you been during this period? I went to the Institute of Literature to look for you, and they told me that you had graduated. Fortunately, I met your former teacher, and she told me that you went to work at the National Literature Publishing House."

"Our class was just a short-term training class, and after graduation I went to work at Contemporary magazine," Lin Weimin explained.

Mark Meng nodded slightly, then showed an excited expression, "Did you know? Your article has been published!"

"Did Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine really accept it?"

"Of course. It's true. They have sent the check in the mail for $2,460."

Check? Old Mi really played it high.

"2460 dollars is the tax-free fee. I have already exchanged the money into RMB at Citibank, which is 3690 yuan in total."

This year, the exchange rate of rice to RMB is 1:1.5. If you exchange it on the black market, you will naturally get more RMB, but Mark Meng got a check. He is a foreigner and does not know any foreign exchange vendors, so he can only exchange it at the bank.

Mark Meng directly took out several stacks of money. The banknotes used now were the third set of RMB, with the largest denomination being 10 yuan, commonly known as the Great Unity.

Four stacks of Great Unity were placed on the table. This was the largest amount of royalties Lin Weimin had ever received.

However, he did not forget the agreement with Mark Meng. He counted out 1,230 yuan from the four stacks of money and handed it to Mark Meng.

Lin Weimin himself was left with 2,460 yuan.

"Thanks."

"You deserve it."

Lin Weimin and Mark Meng looked at each other and smiled.

"Let's go, I'll treat you to a meal." Lin Weimin pulled Ma Kemeng to go out for a meal, then he thought of something and stopped, "Call everyone together, I'll treat you to Quanjude."

Lin Weimin was talking about the foreign students that he and Ma Kemeng knew.

After this incident, Lin Weimin deeply understood a truth: foreigners are very rare in China these days and are a scarce resource. It is definitely beneficial to have good relations with them.

Mark Meng happily went to call people, and when everyone gathered, a group of people rode their bicycles to Quanjude in a mighty manner.

Today, Quanjude is still a relatively luxurious consumption for ordinary people, but at least it has not reached the level of directly ripping off tourists as in later generations.

When the others heard that the novel that Lin Weimin told them at the exchange meeting had been published in the largest mystery magazine in the United States, Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine, with the help of Mark Meng, they were all surprised.

"Lin, when did this happen? Why have you two never talked about it?" Yin Geli asked.

"It was just an experiment. Lao Ma and I never thought that people would actually use our manuscript."

Little Hei Yangzi stared with her big cute eyes and exclaimed: "Hey! It really feels magical. Lin Jun is a Chinese writer, but he published his works in the largest mystery magazine in the United States."

Mark Meng said proudly: "This is called culture without borders!"

Lin Weimin gave him a thumbs up and said, "Lao Ma's Chinese has improved a lot now."

"Lin Jun, you are so amazing!"

Little Hei Yangzi expressed her admiration for Lin Weimin with stars in her eyes, which greatly satisfied his psychology.

"I'm currently reading Lin Jun's latest novel, The Cliff. It's really well written."

Lin Weimin's smile froze. The Japanese devils in the novel were the main villains. Girl, isn't this expression of yours inappropriate?

The 1980s was the honeymoon period between Japan and China. There were many pro-China people in Japan, especially those who were able to study in China, and they all acknowledged the past history.

"Can you understand it?" Lin Weimin asked.

"It's OK. Although I don't quite understand some parts, it doesn't affect my reading. It's all because of your good writing, Mr. Lin."

Lin Weimin seriously suspected that the Sakura girl had deliberately drugged him, but it seemed that doing so would do her no good.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but examine himself. The young man was about 1.80 meters tall, handsome and talented, and everyone praised him.

There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with Sakura girl being so obsessed with herself.

"Yoko, you really have a keen eye."

"A wise eye like a torch? What kind of eye is a wise eye? Does huge mean very big?" asked little Hei Yangzi innocently.

Sorry, I overestimated you!

A group of six people ate three roast ducks and three dishes, and walked out of Quanjude with full stomachs.

"Roast duck is truly the most delicious food in the world. I can never get enough of it no matter how many times I eat it." exclaimed Cao Mengde from Austria.

"I think fried tripe tastes better." said Mark Meng.

Lin Weimin didn't expect that Mark Meng, an American, would have such a high recognition of Baodu. But when you think about it, it makes sense that he can come to China to study in this era. He is definitely an internationalist fighter.

"Next time I'll treat you to a fried tripe meal!"

"NoNoNo! We are friends. You treat me this time and I will treat you next time." Mark Meng said generously.

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Not bad, not bad. Old Ma is becoming more and more like a Chinese now!"

Several people around were laughing. Everyone got on their bikes, chatting and laughing along the way, not afraid of the severe winter cold and wind at all.

In the evening, I received a temporary notice from the editor that in order to avoid censorship and censorship risks, the names of the characters and organizations in the book had to be changed. I worked until two in the middle of the night and finally finished the changes. From now on, the names of people and organizations will be based on the new ones.

(End of this chapter)