Lin Yuyao glanced at him sideways for several times.

Fu Huaiyi: "Drive carefully and watch the road."

"What's wrong with you today?" she finally couldn't help but ask.

"Ahem, no, nothing, just drive well."

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Lin Yuyao: "I feel like you're being really cold today."

Fu Huaiyi: "Is there?"

"Yes, you don't love me today, you have something on your mind."

Fu Huaiyi: “…”

"Don't guess blindly. Love, love every day. If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you when I get home."

Lin Yuyao: “…”

“But I really do have some thoughts.”

really.

"What's up?"

"I ran into some friends last night and they made fun of me today."

"Ah? The guy who met me last night?"

Fu Huaiyi nodded.

This... I never thought he would be so unhappy because of being laughed at.

It turns out that it is true that no one is perfect. Everyone has weaknesses and shortcomings.

Lin Yuyao tried not to laugh, and after a while she said, "Those friends are so boring."

She actually learned very quickly. Except for a minor accident on the first day due to nervousness, she studied very hard in the following days and can now drive.

"Let's go to the city tomorrow."

"You can do it?"

"I think I can do it."

"Okay, if you can take a tour around Chenshan Town, you'll almost get the hang of it. You can go apply for a driver's license now. Bring back the test papers and take a look. There will be an on-site oral test."

She took a morning off to apply for a driver's license.

I paid the fee, filled out the form, and took the questions home to memorize.

The process of getting a driver's license at this time, as well as the test subjects, were very different from those later.

Not only do you have to take an oral test on traffic regulations, but you also have to take an oral test on common sense about automobile equipment, geographical knowledge, etc.

Of course, the questions were very simple and far less complicated than the later traffic regulations.

After all, there are few cars now and there are only a few traffic lights.

In some small places, there are no traffic lights at all.

The actual operation was even simpler, and the road conditions were far less complicated than they were later. Fu Huaiyi said that with her current level, it was no problem for her to get a driver's license.

That day, she received another call from the publishing house.

It wasn't Song Qin who called, but another editor.

He said that he was now responsible for handing over to her and called her to get to know her.

Lin Yuyao asked directly, "Where is Sister Song?"

"She has some family matters to attend to, so she is taking a temporary leave to take care of the household chores."

Taking a break to deal with household chores?

Isn't it resignation?

Lin Yuyao was full of doubts.

"So you are taking over her job temporarily?"

The other party was stunned for a moment before saying, "Yes, temporarily. When Sister Song comes back after handling her personal affairs, she will continue to be in charge of you."

"Oh, okay. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up."

"Wait a minute, there's something else."

Lin Yuyao: “…” Humph, I knew it couldn’t be as simple as just coming to say hello.

I guess I should talk to her about copyright issues.

"Look, I remember you sent the introduction and outline of your new book to our publishing house before, but?"

"No." Lin Yuyao refused.

She remembered Song Qin saying that she had suppressed the news of her new book and no one knew about it except her.

At most there is a delivery record.

"I did send something to Sister Song, but it was my wedding invitation."

"Invitation?"

"Yes."

The other party was unsure whether what she said was true or not, and remained silent for a long time.

It was a while before she heard the sound again.

"So your new book is almost finished, right?"

"No, I got married last month and have been very busy since then. I haven't written a single word yet."

The other party was silent again.

After a moment, he said, "Marriage is a big deal, I understand. When you have finished writing the letter, you can mail it to me directly. My name is Jiang Cong, you can just call me Xiao Jiang."

"OK."

"By the way, are you willing to sell the overseas copyrights for these two books?"

Lin Yuyao smiled faintly and said, "Of course I'm interested, if the price is right."

Price ?

As soon as the price was mentioned, the other party fell silent again.

"That's right. Because China's international status is not very high, some European and American countries do not have enough cultural recognition of us. Maybe this price..."

"It's okay to be cheaper. I understand." Lin Yuyao quickly took over the conversation. "Let's make it cheaper first. Once we open up the international market and let them recognize our words, we can raise the price. I understand."

Jiang Cong on the other side looked embarrassed, "Ahem, this... is not a cheap thing. Maybe our initial investment is... free."

"Free?" Lin Yuyao said in a tone of laughter and tears, "People don't agree, and then you give it to them for free, and then you use it to paste on the wall?"

Jiang Cong: “…”

"Ms. Lin, your words are too serious."

"I'm sorry, I'm impatient and I was too quick to speak out. Please don't mind. It's just that I think it's understandable that we can be cheaper, but we can't give it away for free. Free things are worthless and are no different from paper on the wall to them. People look down on our culture, but we ourselves should not look down on our culture."

"So what do you mean?"

"Sorry, I can't accept a free license."

Jiang Cong took a deep breath, covered the microphone, and turned his head to look at the president.

"She disagrees."

"I heard you. Tell her that if she doesn't agree, we won't sign the next new book. Let her find another job."

He looked at President Niu speechlessly.

She had read Lin Yuyao's writings, and he had also seen the sales data.

There is absolutely no problem if they have other ideas.

"If she really does seek another job, it will be a huge loss for us."

"Humph." President Niu snorted coldly, "Since her manuscript was rejected by me, she can forget about signing a contract with any publishing house in South City."

There are only a few publishing houses in the entire South City. Although they compete with each other, they are all under the management of the South City Cultural Department.

The presidents are competitors, but they are also friends in private.

If he had said hello to the other few people, Lin Yuyao's manuscript would really not have been submitted.

Jiang Cong already understood that the president was trying to force these young authors to submit.

Jiang Cong was about to speak to the person on the other end of the phone when he suddenly heard a beeping sound.

Um?

Jiang Cong was very upset, "Boss, she's dead."

President Niu's mouth twitched and he said, "Hit me again."

Jiang Cong made another call.

After a while, Lin Yuyao's voice was heard from the other end of the phone.

"Hey."

"It's me. Why is Ms. Lin dead?"

Lin Yuyao said, "Oh, I didn't hear any sound for a while, so I thought I was offline, so I hung up. Sorry."

"Oh, just now..."

"Why were you silent just now?"

Jiang Cong looked embarrassed, "Yes, I was offline."

"That's what I was wondering. Why has there been no sound for so long? Xiao Jiang, is there anything else you want to say?"

"I see, our company..."

After being glared at by President Niu, he changed his tone and said, "Our publishing house feels that your writing is still a little immature and has room for improvement. So for your new book, we hope you can polish it before submitting it."