"When will Dad come back? I miss him." Kang Kang seemed to understand. His classmate said that he also wanted to go to Hainan when he grew up. He explained to his classmate that Hainan just had a lot of seafood and it was nothing special, but he didn't believe it.
Su Qingmeng: "Didn't I just come back to see you last month? You'll be on vacation next month, so I'll take you to Hainan to see him then."
In the evening, Su Qingmeng and Lin Xiuyao met in the space and talked about Kang Kang's words today. "It seems that Hainan's publicity efforts are quite strong. Even elementary school students know about it."
Lin Xiuyao smiled and said, "This little brat knows quite a lot."
He said, "I'll go back in two days."
Su Qingmeng: "If you have nothing to do, there's no need to run back and forth. It's too tiring."
Lin Xiuyao said, "It's okay, I don't have to keep watching here."
Su Qingmeng received a call from the capital. Her ancient suspense mystery novel "Dali Temple" was picked up by a TV station. Bai Fu asked, "Do you have time to come back?"
Su Qingmeng: "I'm busy recently. Can you ask them to come to Shanghai? Or we can talk over the phone."
Arriving in Shanghai with Lin Xiuyao was also someone from Beijing TV Station, a 40-year-old man named Lin. After he arrived, he called Su Qingmeng, and Su Qingmeng made an appointment with him to meet at a cafe near her home.
Comrade Lin, wearing glasses and a refined manner, arrived earlier than Su Qingmeng. Seeing her, he extended his hand in a friendly manner, "Hello, Comrade Su Qingmeng, right?"
Su Qingmeng shook hands with him, "Hello, Comrade Lin."
The two of them didn't exchange much small talk, but talked about the royalties from the novel's adaptation. Su Qingmeng had asked Qiu Ling's husband before coming, and her target price was 15,000.
Comrade Lin initially offered 8,000, and Su Qingmeng laughed, "I sold novels for 100,000 back in the 1980s."
Comrade Lin smiled and said, "The prices in Hong Kong and the mainland are still different." He had also done his homework beforehand.
Su Qingmeng didn't like to argue. "I have a friend who works at a TV station. I'm not a newbie who doesn't understand the market. Flat rate: 20,000."
Comrade Lin pushed his glasses up and said, "You can't say that, Writer Su. If your novel is adapted into a TV series, it will be more popular with you. It's a mutually beneficial thing."
The two of them haggled back and forth, and finally decided to settle on 15,000 according to Su Qingmeng's psychological bottom line. After signing the contract, she sighed that one cannot judge a book by its cover. This man looked gentle, but unexpectedly, he was a master negotiator.
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