Shangguan Xiaobao did not have the usual elegant demeanor at this time. He almost went out with Zhao Chen and went straight to the location of Mingpao Group.

"Uncle Shangguan, I can leave myself, so don't pull me." Zhao Chen smiled bitterly. He really didn't understand why Shangguan Xiaobao was so anxious.

Shangguan Xiaobao quickly let go of his hand, with an awkward expression on his face, but he still said, "Zhao Chen, if there is no need, let me talk to the stingy guy about the royalties, otherwise you will suffer a big loss when you meet him! He will likely give you a minimum royalties of 50 yuan, a thousand words, which is the lowest treatment for newcomers, but you are different. You have already gained a little fame, and the novels you wrote are pretty good, how can it be worth the price only! So, Uncle Shangguan talks with the stingy guy in a while, just stay alone, don't talk, the stingy guy is smart, Ni Fu's fat man often talks to him. Only solve it in one breath, don't give him the chance to write."

Shangguan Xiaobao has a considerable prejudice against Jin Yong, and he is angry. Every time he asks Jin Yong to buy the novel adaptation rights, he returns in vain every time, and the adaptation rights are all flowing into the hands of his opponent Huang Yulang. Even if a person has a good temper, he can't hold on for many times, so he naturally suffers more.

"I understand!" Zhao Chen nodded in confusion, but was happy. The purpose of his search for Shangguan Xiaobao was to increase his novel remuneration, but he didn't expect Shangguan Xiaobao to have such great resentment towards Jin Yong. When he saw that his purpose was achieved instantly, Zhao Chen was naturally very happy.

In the 1970s, Xiangjiang was the most prosperous era of newspapers. No one expected that the Xiangjiang Peninsula, the size of a palm, would have nearly 70 newspapers at the same time. After extremely fierce competition and survival of the fittest, there would be only 55 newspapers left in Xiangjiang by 1982, and in 1997, there were only 38 newspapers.

In other words, based on the total population of Xiangjiang and the total newspaper circulation at that time, almost every two and a half of Hong Kong people would buy a newspaper, which is second only to the island country in Asia.

Shangguan Xiaobao has visited Mingpao Group many times, so he is naturally familiar with it and takes Zhao Chen directly into Mingpao Group.

Perhaps it was because Shangguan Xiaobao came here too many times, which caused many staff members of Mingpao Group to greet him. Although Shangguan Xiaobao didn’t like Jin Yong, he was a good man and never took the initiative to offend others, so he responded one by one.

"Xiao Zhang, is the editor-in-chief Pan Yuesheng?" Shangguan Xiaobao said hello to the staff in front of him, and immediately got to the point. He didn't name him and went to Jin Yong, because that would seem a bit cheap. He hoped to pass on this news through Pan Yuesheng, the editor-in-chief of Ming Pao Supplement, and the bargaining chip was naturally Zhao Chen's "The Legend of the Two Dragons of the Tang Dynasty".

The young man who was called Xiao Zhang by Shangguan Xiaobao quickly nodded and said, "You said, Editor-in-Chief Pan, he is in the office now, and you can go there directly as you."

"That's the case, then we'll go there first and we won't bother you!"

Shangguan Xiaobao nodded kindly and took Zhao Chen to one of the offices.

The office door was closed, and Shangguan Xiaobao did not push the door directly, but knocked it lightly. He has always set an example and hoped that others could do this, because he knew very well that the consequences of breaking into other people's rooms without knocking. Even if the owner of the room has a good personality, he would inevitably feel a little unhappy.

"Please come in!" An old voice with a little hoarseness came from the room, and Shangguan Xiaobao took Zhao Chen into the room.

Zhao Chen followed Shangguan Xiaobao and after entering the room, he kept looking at the room with his eyes.

The room is not big and has simple decoration. Apart from a few calligraphy and paintings on the wall, only the desks and chairs of the worker are left.

A large number of documents were neatly piled up on the desk. An old man in his sixties was wearing reading glasses and was looking at the copywriting on the table with a hunched over. He moved the pen in his hand a few times from time to time, looking extremely focused. He thought he was Mr. Pan Yuesheng.

Pan Yuesheng thought that the staff came in, so he didn't look up and still focused on checking the copywriting on the desktop.

Shangguan Xiaobao didn't speak either. He knew Pan Yuesheng's temperament, so he naturally wouldn't disturb him at this time, because Pan Yuesheng hated others disturbing him when he was concentrating on his work, even if the person was Jin Yong.

Zhao Chen is naturally not a fool either. He has always been very clever. Moreover, because of his previous life experience, his personality does not look like a junior high school student at all. Instead, he looks like a young man with rich experience. He is really too calm and has something inconsistent with his age.

Although there were remaining chairs in the room, they were all plastic chairs piled up together. If the plastic chair was pulled out, it would make a sound. So the two of them had to stand there and wait quietly for Pan Yuesheng.

After a long time, Pan Yuesheng seemed to feel something was wrong and couldn't help but look up. When he saw that it was Shangguan Xiaobao, he was stunned and then said with apologies: "Brother Shangguan, it's really a long time since he came. Why don't you tell me about it when you are here? It's really a pity that you can't stand here for a long time! Please sit down, please sit down!"

Seeing Pan Yuesheng wanting to get the plastic chair in the corner, Zhao Chen hurried forward, took the lead in pulling out two, and put them next to the table. This slight action won Pan Yuesheng's favor, and he couldn't help but look at Zhao Chen several times.

"Brother Pan, you are really strong!" Shangguan Xiaobao sat on a plastic chair and then spoke, not getting to the point at once.

Pan Yuesheng sat back on the chair, touched the gray-white beard under his jaw, and said with a smile: "Nothing is as exaggerated as you said. I have been feeling powerless recently. I am afraid that I will enjoy my old age in a few years. Brother Shangguan, you come here this time to win the right to adapt Liang Yong's martial arts novels! To be honest, your chances are not great, not because of the price you paid, but because of Huang Yulang, who is really smart and can always take advantage of loopholes."

"Brother Pan, you're wrong this time. The purpose of my visit here this time is not to make the novel adaptation rights, but to let you see my junior! He recently wrote a novel and was about to submit it to the newspaper!" Shangguan Xiaobao shook his head with a wry smile. He knew his disadvantages very well. This was mainly in terms of personality. If he was a little stronger, he would not be snatched by Huang Yulang every time. After pausing, he pointed at Zhao Chen and said.

"Oh, it turns out to be a submission! But the ugly thing is ahead, it's not that I don't give you this face. If the quality is not good, I will still refuse. You should also know the rules of our industry!"

Pan Yuesheng was obviously stunned for a moment. At first, he thought that Zhao Chen was just accompanying Shangguan Xiaobao to see him, but he didn't expect that the real owner was this one. However, he was a scholar with decades of experience. Pan Yuesheng's reaction seemed very fast, and he did not see clearly that Zhao Chen was quite young.

"I know this, brother just follow the procedures. Zhao Chen, take out your novel and let Brother Pan enjoy it."

"Yes!" Zhao Chen responded and placed the notebook in his hand flat in front of Pan Yuesheng, acting neither humble nor arrogant, as if Pan Yuesheng was just a simple old man.

Pan Yuesheng saw Zhao Chen's performance and had to secretly praise him, but he opened the notebook with both hands, slightly held the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and began to look at it.

After just a few glances, a trace of gleam appeared in Pan Yuesheng's eyes, and his face became even more serious. He just watched without any haste, slowly chewing on the text on it.

Shangguan Xiaobao and Zhao Chen sat there patiently, waiting quietly, and the whole room seemed particularly quiet for a while.

Not long after, Pan Yuesheng's speed significantly accelerated a lot. He had just learned about Zhao Chen's writing style and barely reached the top level. As Zhao Chen's age class, he was really a monster, because his writing style was almost gradually trained.

Pan Yuesheng no longer checks his writing style, but reads the plot quickly and occasionally calms down to think about it. However, in this case, it still takes more than an hour, because his reading speed is much faster than that of ordinary people, otherwise it will take at least half a day.
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