"We do not welcome imposters. If you can't provide evidence, please leave."
The publishing house's leadership also spoke up, "Please leave."
"Who says I have no evidence?"
Jiang Feifei's eyes dimmed, and she gave a cold laugh before taking out a copy of the manuscript from her bag.
This is a copy she commissioned from a friend at a publishing house.
Unexpectedly, it came in handy.
The moment she took out the copy, the publishing house leader immediately took it, opened it, and exclaimed, "It really is a drawing! Are you really a sour lemon?"
Song Ning was also surprised when she saw this.
How could Jiang Feifei have her manuscript?
It seems she underestimated Jiang Feifei. Jiang Feifei must have connections at the publishing house; this manuscript was leaked from within.
...
Song Ning thought to herself, "Luckily, I was prepared."
It seems we can no longer hide the fact that she is a sour lemon.
She took a thick stack of manuscripts out of her bag and placed them in front of the publishing house leaders.
"President, look, this is the real manuscript. Hers is just a copy."
The publishing house executive immediately picked up the manuscript, examined it closely through his reading glasses, and exclaimed, "My God, is this really the original manuscript? How did you get your hands on a manuscript?"
“Because—” Song Ning paused, “I am the sour lemon.”
"What?"
Immediately, everyone present was stunned.
Jiang Feifei was also stunned. What? She ran into the original owner of this body while trying to show off?
At that moment, all she felt was a desire to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
The club president immediately looked at Jiang Feifei with a questioning expression, "If she's a sour lemon, then who are you? How do you have a copybook?"
Jiang Feifei smiled awkwardly, "Actually, I'm a fan of Sour Lemon. I really like her comic strips, so I copied them..."
"Really? I have a feeling you're impersonating me."
Song Ning pressed on relentlessly, cornering Jiang Feifei against the wall.
Seeing Jiang Feifei's boastful act backfire made her feel incredibly satisfied.
Jiang Feifei stepped back, finally leaning against the wall. When she saw the woman wearing sunglasses, she felt that the eyes behind the sunglasses seemed vaguely familiar.
Who exactly are you?
Jiang Feifei instinctively reached out to take off Song Ning's sunglasses.
In the blink of an eye, Huo Beian stepped forward, blocking Song Ning and pushing Jiang Feifei's hand aside.
"Miss, please have some self-respect. Stay away from our boss."
Looking at the tall, muscular bodyguard in front of her wearing sunglasses, Jiang Feifei suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
This security guard seems vaguely familiar.
"And who are you?"
"I'm the boss's bodyguard, why would I need to ask you to leave?"
Huo Beian deliberately lowered his voice so that she wouldn't recognize him.
Jiang Feifei quickly grabbed her bag and ran away.
Seeing that Jiang Feifei had finally run away, Song Ning breathed a sigh of relief.
Next, she continued to discuss cooperation with the publishing house owner.
Song Ning directly provided an investment of 20,000 yuan, which was quite a lot in those days.
"Is this enough to publish a second volume?"
"That's enough. Even after deducting all our costs, we can conservatively publish 100,000 copies. If they all sell, we'll not only break even, but we can also continue operating."
The president was very pleased.
"Then let's sign the contract."
Soon, the contract was signed, and soon, the second volume will be published and available for sale.
As they left the children's publishing house, Huo Beian took Song Ning's hand.
"We've come all the way to Shanghai, let's go shopping at the department stores."
At that time, resources were scarce, but Shanghai was the Pearl of the Orient and the most prosperous place in the country.
At that time, the Shanghai No. 1 Department Store was arguably the most prosperous department store in the country.
With the largest business area and the most diverse range of goods in the country, it is known as "China's No. 1 Store".
It has a very complete selection of daily necessities, clothing, textiles, leather goods, shoes, and furniture.
Song Ning nodded; she also wanted to see just how bustling the No. 1 Department Store was in the 1970s.
When she arrived at the entrance of the department store, she was stunned for a moment.
Good heavens, there are even escalators.
This is truly rare in this day and age.
It is indeed quite bustling.
The two of them held hands and strolled around inside...
When Song Ning strolled into the musical instrument section of the department store, she looked at the piano in the corner and couldn't bear to touch it.
Huo Beian could see her fondness for it. "Wife, do you want to play this piano?"
Song Ning nodded. After all, since arriving in the 1970s, apart from playing the piano at the cultural troupe, she hadn't played the piano for a long time.
Seeing the piano now, she suddenly felt an itch to play it.
As a result, the salesperson came over and objected, saying, "This is the only piano in our department store, imported from abroad. You can't just touch it."
Huo Beian was displeased upon hearing this, "How can you buy something if you don't touch it?"
The salesperson looked at him with disdain. "Buy? Do you know how much this piano costs? It's a Yamaha, twelve thousand."
After saying that, she looked the two people up and down. Judging from their accents, they were from out of town. She immediately became a little impolite: "Judging from your clothes, you don't seem to be that rich. You'd better not touch them. You can't afford to pay for the damage if you break them."
After all, this piano has been sitting here for two or three years, and so many wealthy people in Shanghai have never shown any interest in it, let alone these two out-of-towners.
"Twelve thousand?" Huo Beian frowned immediately.
So expensive.
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