1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 641 Privacy is for sale
After the banquet was over and Lin Weimin was about to leave, Roberto Bernini came over to chat with Lin Weimin again.

Before Lin Weimin left, he seemed to say something meaningful: "There will be a chance to cooperate."

After he got into the car, the expression on Roberto Bernini's face remained ecstatic, "Nicole, did you hear that? He said 'there will be a chance to cooperate', which means that he recognizes me, recognizes me mine!"

Nicoletta Braschi is not as optimistic as her husband, but Lin Weimin's words really make people imagine.

Could it be that he really intended to give the novel to her husband?

But when she thought about it carefully, she felt that it was unrealistic. The two of them just met for the first time today, and they might not even know who their husband was.

Nicoletta Braschi looked at the back of the car disappearing into the night, full of doubts in her heart.

Bertolucci said to Roberto Bernini at this time: "Roberto, if you want to get the right to adapt Lin's novel, you have to be more active. During this period, his novel "Farewell My Concubine" is preparing to make a movie, this novel has sold close to 2000 million copies worldwide, if the movie adaptation is successful, it will not be so easy for you to obtain the right to adapt his work."

Bertolucci's words immediately made Roberto Bernini's joyful mood heavy.

That's right, I have to be positive, to let Lin see my sincerity.

The fifth day after the awarding of the Strega Literary Prize was also the last day of Lin Weimin's stay in Italy.

After finishing all the itinerary, Lin Weimin has no plans to play anymore. After six days away from home, he misses the little bean buns a bit.

Having a child is indeed a great change in life. Before Lin Weimin, no matter how long or far away he was, he never felt this kind of nostalgia.

After spending the last night in the hotel, Lin Weimin was about to leave early the next morning, but Albert suddenly appeared just as he was about to get in the car and go to the airport.

"Lin, let's talk about your latest work."

Lin Weimin looked at Albert speechlessly, "Albert, I have to catch a plane."

"It's okay, let's talk in the car." Albert sneered into the car waiting for the embassy.

What the hell did you do?
But after all, he had just won the Strega Literary Award. For the sake of the hungry Italian readers, Lin Weimin decided to give Albert a chance.

After all, his reputation in Italy is soaring now, and one more novel is more royalties!

After getting into the car, Albert couldn't sit still as soon as Lin Weimin opened his mouth.

"The royalties are to be increased to 15 percent."

"Lin, you can't do this, we are old friends."

"There is an old saying in China, that is, in business, business, brothers, and clear accounts."

Albert said anxiously: "Lin, we have cooperated so happily in the past two years, you can't find a more suitable partner than us in Italy..."

"Who said that? I think Fabry Publishing is good. I happened to meet their editor-in-chief during the award presentation two days ago. He is very nice and invited me for coffee."

Lin Weimin's words almost made Albert jump anxiously. Fabbri Publishing House is the second largest publisher in Italy and one of Mondadori Publishing House's strong rivals.

Being pinched seven inches, Albert reluctantly agreed to Lin Weimin's request.

"Don't be so sad, I'm making it look like I'm squeezing your publishing house. Isn't a Strega Literary Award worth 15% of the royalties?"

"It's worth it, of course it's worth it." Albert said so with a frown on his face.

Lin Weimin couldn't help but tease: "Why did you remember to talk about this before you left?"

Albert hesitated for a moment and said, "I went out to drink with Luo Jie last night..."

Well, if it weren't for drinking, I probably wouldn't remember it.

"He said he would import your book "No One Less" and a fairy tale novel."

"The fairy tale novel has not been published yet, but it has just been serialized in a children's literature publication. I will send you all the manuscripts later."

Hearing this sentence, Albert finally showed a little smile, at least he didn't make a trip in vain.

The plane flew for several hours over the Eurasian continent, and finally landed at the Capital Airport.

This time back home, Lin Weimin didn't bring anything that needed to be checked, and he passed the customs easily.

As soon as he left the customs, he was immediately surrounded by a group of reporters.

Lin Weimin was puzzled, "Where did you all get the news that I'm going back to China?"

A thin and tall reporter also came out, and said directly: "Mr. Lin, you will go back to China in a few days after you have won the prize, and bought two packs of cigarettes for the airport staff. inform us."

Well, this also betrays personal privacy.

"Let's get out of the way first." Lin Weimin first called a group of reporters to the side, and then said to them: "Okay, if you have any questions, please ask them quickly. I have to go home to see my children. Let's hurry up." time."

The reporters were overjoyed to see Lin Weimin's attitude of taking off his clothes and working hard, they like this kind of initiative.

"Mr. Lin, do you have any trophies? Let's take a picture first."

Lin Weimin reluctantly took out the trophy of the Strega Literary Award, "I still have [-] lire left, let me change it out and deposit it in the bank."

The reporters finished taking photos excitedly, and then asked about Lin Weimin receiving the award.

These days, there is still a market for winning glory for the country. The reporters never tire of listening to Lin Weimin's story of receiving the award in Italy, and kept making records.

"Isn't this the second time you have won a major literary award in Europe? How do you feel about it?"

"Counting Goncourt, it is indeed the second time. It is an honor to prove that good works can cross borders, which is also the greatest charm of literature.

After answering this question, Lin Weimin said loudly: "Okay, okay, I've finished my question, and I'll answer the last question, and everyone will let me go, okay?"

He pointed to the tall, thin reporter who was talking to him just now, "you can ask."

The tall and thin reporter was refreshed, and under the eager anticipation of many colleagues, he asked without hesitation: "When do you think you will win the Nobel Prize in Literature?"

After he asked this question, many reporters breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, no reporter who can lie down at the airport has a fuel-efficient lamp.

Lin Weimin smiled, "Well, the Nobel Prize in Literature, if you say you didn't think about it, it's a lie. It's not something I can decide. It's an honor, and there's nothing to lose. So, there's no need to take it so seriously."

After satisfying the appetites of many reporters, Lin Weimin was finally able to leave the airport.

When I left, I was picked up by the public car, but when I came back, I didn't have this kind of treatment.

After saying goodbye to the two accompanying staff members, Lin Weimin took a taxi and left the airport.

When he got home, before he put down his luggage, he saw Father Tao enjoying the shade under the tree, Xiaodoubao's stroller was also under the tree, and Mother Tao and Tao Huimin sitting beside him chatting.

Seeing Lin Weimin coming home, Tao Huimin was pleasantly surprised.

"Why didn't you say anything when you came back?"

"It's fine to come back, and I will toss you if I call in advance."

Lin Weimin said something, hugged Tao Huimin, put down the suitcase, leaned over and teased Xiaodoubao with his fingers.

"Daddy's little boy, do you miss daddy?" Lin Weimin's tone was gentle and full of love.

Xiaodoubao, who was almost three months old, was very sober at the moment, his eyes were wide open, he looked up at the sky, and laughed when he saw Lin Weimin.

Seeing the lovely appearance of his daughter, Lin Weimin's heart almost melted.

Urged by Tao Huimin to wash his hands, he went back under the tree and picked up the child.

"It's only been a week since we separated?" Tao Huimin teased with a smile on his lips.

"Try it a week apart."

After playing with Xiaodoubao for more than ten minutes, the little girl finally became unhappy, cried loudly and urinated on Lin Weimin, and finally got out of the sea of ​​suffering.

Tao Huimin took the small bean bag from Lin Weimin, and said to her husband who was still full of thoughts: "Okay, hurry up and change clothes and wash."

After changing clothes and coming out, Lin Weimin took out presents from the suitcase again, not only the family members, but also the two nannies, Sister Sun and Sister Qin.

Tao Huimin pulled Lin Weimin and whispered, "Why do you buy such an expensive watch?"

What she was talking about were the two watches that Lin Weimin gave to Father Tao and Mother Tao. They were Da Vinci watches from Wanguo, with perpetual calendar functions, and they were very valuable. If you bought one in China, it would cost at least 4 yuan.

"It's cheaper in Rome. Two watches in lire are only 4 yuan in RMB. Your parents are helping to look after the children, why don't you give them a gift?"

Tao Huimin looked at her parents again. When Lin Weimin took out his watch just now, the two of them kept pushing away. Now they put away the watch, but they couldn't hide the smile on their faces.

She had to admit that it was her husband who knew how to do things, and she couldn't think of such a thing.

Of course, she was mainly unwilling to spend money.

Not to mention the parents, even the gifts from Sister Sun and Sister Qin were not cheap, at least a few hundred yuan. The most important thing is that this gift is not easy to buy in China.

I have received a gift worth one or two months' salary, and I will be sorry for this gift if I don't work hard!
After resting at home all night, Lin Weimin drove to work at the Guowen Society early the next morning.

As soon as he entered the hospital, congratulations were heard endlessly.

In the past few days, the news that Lin Weimin won the Strega Literary Award, Italy's highest literary award, with "Anyway, Life is Beautiful" has already spread through various media and has become the focus of heated discussions on the streets and alleys of China.

Over the years, the common people are no strangers to the news that Lin Weimin has won awards overseas.

But after all, this is to win glory for the country, and Chinese people have never had much resistance to terms like "highest" and "first".

Every time the news comes, even though it is no longer new, everyone still can't help spreading, discussing, and admiring it. After all, this is an award for one's own people!
(End of this chapter)