Song Yaoyao was dubious, the more he looked at Huo Jiu, the more he felt that something was wrong with him today.
"Yeah?"
Why can't she believe it
Huo Jiu smiled sincerely, "Yes, Ms. Song, I am yours now, and my heart is definitely toward you!"
But I have to listen to my husband, please believe me, I am forced!
Song Yaoyao: "..."
A thought flashed through her mind, but when Song Yaoyao wanted to catch it, her mind went blank.
What the hell is she missing
"Yoyao, here!"
Jindu Pedestrian Street, inside a cafe.
Song Yaoyao arrived at the appointed place, and as soon as she walked in, she raised one hand high and beckoned to her.
"Hello Miss Song."
Yun Shuihan smiled shyly, even though Song Yaoyao looked immature on the outside, she couldn't treat her like a child at all.
"Hello."
Song Yaoyao nodded and sat down beside Tang Xinrou.
Meng Qiqi sat next to Yun Shuihan, she could say whatever she wanted on the Internet, but she actually met her. To be honest, the two girls, Song Yaoyao and Tang Xinrou, felt oppressed sitting there.
Especially the two of them are extremely beautiful, one is cute and naive, the other is enchanting and bright.
Coming and going, I don't know how many young people are secretly looking at them.
"What do you want to drink?"
Song Yaoyao ordered a latte and pushed the menu in front of Yun Shuihan and the two of them.
Tang Xinrou frowned, and glanced at the watch on her wrist.
The tone was no longer very good, "Where is the person in charge who agreed to talk about copyright matters? Why hasn't he arrived yet?"
Although she doesn't care about these things in the business field, she also knows that honesty and trustworthiness are basic qualities. If you can't even keep the agreed time, then what cooperation is there to talk about
Yun Shuihan was a little embarrassed, she hadn't contacted the website for a long time.
Even the editor changed several times, she finally added a new editor, and then confirmed with Song Yaoyao again and again. Only then did he agree, and the person in charge will be sent to negotiate.
IP adaptations are popular now, and many popular TV series are adapted from novels.
Yun Shuihan's website also pays great attention to this aspect.
They made an appointment at 9 o'clock in the morning, and repeatedly confirmed whether the time of the two parties was correct. The promise over there was good, but now—
It's past nine o'clock.
When the coffee came, Song Yaoyao added a lot of milk to the latte and threw two pieces of sugar into it.
Stirring the coffee casually, said lightly: "Don't worry, wait slowly."
Just in his eyes, there was a stern look.
Time passed by every minute and every second, and the four girls got along fairly well.
But as time passed, when they sat in the cafe for an entire hour and a half, they did not wait for the person in charge of Yulan Literature City.
If Yun Shuihan was still looking forward to it at the beginning, then as time went by, her heart had fallen to the bottom.
To say not disappointed would be a lie.
Of course, she also wants to live a good life, and also wants to make her book known to the public. I want to prove that what she wrote is no worse than that plagiarism dog.
But now—
She was undoubtedly slapped severely by reality, and her hopes were dashed.
"Miss Song, I'm sorry..." Yun Shuihan was depressed, with a little helplessness in her smile, "There may be no way to talk about copyright."
If she was ten years younger, maybe she would fly into a rage, and even desperately question why the website treated her like this. But she is not young anymore, she is thirty years old.