In the past, Lin Chaoyang and his wife would live apart in Yanjing and Xiangjiang from time to time, but the feeling was completely different from when Lin Chaoyang came to the United States.

Therefore, when the couple met in New York, it felt like they were reunited after a long separation.

After some tenderness, Tao Yushu went to take a bath and looked around the apartment again.

"The publishing house is quite generous, renting you such an apartment."

"The wool comes from the sheep. I contribute tens of millions in revenue to them a year. The most important thing is that they are very optimistic that my next novel will be a hit in the United States."

Tao Yushu returned to the bed, slid sideways into his arms, and concave an alluring curve.

"Then when will you finish writing this novel?"

"It will take a month or two to find it no matter what."

"Isn't it too late to catch up with Lin's listing?"

Lin Chaoyang chuckled and said, "What does this have to do with it? I went to Ming Pao last time for its listing, but wasn't it ridiculed by those newspapers as the 'man behind a successful woman'?"

Tao Yushu chuckled softly, "Who told you to stand at the back? What's wrong with standing in the front openly?"

"I'm not doing this to highlight your 'strong woman' image."

The couple joked for a while, and Tao Yushu suddenly felt a strange growth under her body.

"Why did you get up again so soon?"

"Long drought brings rain." Lin Chaoyang's hands were not idle when he spoke.

"Um - be gentle."

The spring breeze blew several degrees overnight, and Lin Chaoyang clearly felt a little sore in his waist early in the morning.

But listening to Tao Yushu's slightly hoarse voice, he felt that the pain in his back was worth it.

I just don’t know if the soundproofing of this apartment is really as good as Luan Walter said.

It was already after nine o'clock when the couple got up early, and the apartment was not open at all, so Lin Chaoyang took Tao Yushu out to have breakfast.

There are millions of cattle and horses in New York City, so pushcart stalls are everywhere, which makes Tao Yushu curious and look at them endlessly.

It was her first time coming to New York, and it was also her first time understanding the living conditions of New Yorkers.

"I feel that the living conditions of New Yorkers are not as good as those in Hong Kong."

‘It’s not easy for ordinary working people in any big city.’

The couple strolled to the Hudson River, where there was a boathouse cafe. They sat under an outdoor umbrella and ordered some food.

Tao Yushu, who was eating bread, jam, cut fruit, and coffee, frowned and complained to Lin Chaoyang:

"No wonder other magazines asked you to write a food column. The food tastes terrible."

When it comes to food, even a Chinese person can show an overwhelming sense of superiority in front of Americans.

After breakfast, which was not breakfast, the couple took a walk along the Hudson River.

The sun shines directly on the river, and the breeze blows the salty smell. Various yachts are parked in the dock. In the sun, the masts, rudders, glass and reflections of the yachts reflect dazzling light.

"Dazzling capitalism!" Lin Chaoyang said sarcastically.

Tao Yushu's eyes fell on the seagulls flying everywhere, "We are also capitalists now, so please be merciful!"

"We are different, we are capitalists with a conscience."

"Not in shape."

In the afternoon, the couple visited various attractions in New York City. Tao Yushu came to the United States on a business trip. Lin's Pictures will be listed next month. She still has a lot of things to do, so she boarded the train back to Hong Kong early the next morning.

aircraft.

After Tao Yushu left, Lin Chaoyang took several articles he had written to the New Yorker on West 43rd Street.

Magazine.

Robert Gottlieb was a little surprised when Lin Chaoyang came over.

He has been in contact with the contributor writers of The New Yorker for a long time and knows how difficult it is for these writers to plan a series of columns.

It has only been half a month since he last met with Lin Chaoyang, which is so efficient.

The exclamation we had when we all got together and chatted last time has now become a reality.

Robert Gottlieb exchanged greetings with Lin Chaoyang and then showed him around the office.

"From now on, you will be our columnist for The New Yorker. You have to understand this place." He said with a smile.

The New Yorker's offices on West 43rd Street are divided into two floors, on the 18th and 20th floors.

The 20th floor is the headquarters of The New Yorker magazine. Many departments and editors of the magazine work here. On the 18th floor, a group of special writers work.

The New Yorker has been able to stand at the pinnacle of American journalism and cultural circles for half a century not only because it has a group of outstanding editors, but most importantly because it has discovered and cultivated a group of outstanding writers.

J.D. Salinger, who wrote "The Catcher in the Rye," Joseph Mitchell, who is admired by all nonfiction journalists, and legendary journalist James Baldwin——·

"They are The New Yorker's greatest asset!"

When introducing the writers in the cubicle on the 18th floor who were more melancholic and frowning than the last, Gottlieb's expression was full of pride.

"Robert, you should really let them get more sunshine!" Lin Chaoyang joked.

Gottlieb smiled bitterly and said: "Stop making trouble, do you think I can command these people?"

When he succeeded William Shawn as editor-in-chief, the New Yorker writers strongly protested.

Even as editor-in-chief, Gottlieb could only handle the matter in a gentle manner.

"Don't look at them being easy to bully. If something happens, they will be like cannonballs, they will hit you at the drop of a hat!"

After complaining about the unruliness of some of his writers, Gottlieb took Lin Chaoyang back to the office.

Lin Chaoyang took out several articles he had written these days.

"This is my first time writing this kind of article. I have little experience, and it is also my first time writing in English. I may need your editor to help check it first."

"It's hard for me to imagine, Lin, that this is your first time writing in English!"

After reading a few articles, Gottlieb's tone was filled with wonder.

His reaction was not fake, but he was truly surprised by Lin Chaoyang's English writing ability.

"How did you do it?"

"Probably because I used to be a librarian and read many original English books."

So that's it, Gottlieb nodded slightly.

But he didn't think that just being a librarian would enable him to develop such superb English writing skills.

Lin Chaoyang's English writing level even surpassed most American writers he had seen. Such ability would be impossible to achieve without hard study and study.

Moreover, he felt that the modesty of Easterners like Lin Chaoyang and others was not a good habit. The article was clearly written so well, but they still said it needed an editor to check it.

"Tranquil, sincere, and profound, every word and sentence reveals an attitude towards life that makes people look up to.

This is not only an elegant attitude towards life, but also art. Giving and receiving, this is a model of harmonious coexistence between man and nature!"

Gottlieb was full of praise for these articles and couldn't wait to call his deputy McGrath, handing him Lin Chaoyang's articles and letting him be in charge of Lin Chaoyang's column.

"Lin, I am very optimistic about your writing style, but I still have to explain it to you first.

We are a magazine, so the longevity of the column depends on how popular it is with our readers."

"I understand that. But, Robert, I'm unlikely to write a column like this for very long."

Lin Chaoyang is different from other New Yorker writers. He has been famous for many years and has been writing non-stop. Therefore, his energy is limited and he cannot devote all his energy to column writing.

Gottlieb knew this very well. He mused and said: ""Gifts of Nature", "The Story of Staple Food" and "Inspiration for Transformation" - we can publish these articles first to see the effect, and you can write a few more to make it up.

into a quarter.

In the future, if readers respond well, we can do a series of columns every year, how about that?

Gottlieb's idea was good, and Lin Chaoyang readily agreed, "Okay."

"There is another important question. You need a nicer name for this series of columns. Have you thought of it?" Gottlieb asked.

Lin Chaoyang looked thoughtful and said, "Let's call it "China on the Bite of the Tongue"."

Gottlieb muttered a few words and smiled, "Very good!"

Lin Chaoyang spent the whole morning at the New Yorker magazine, chatting and laughing with Gottlieb, and became a focal figure in the eyes of many editors and writers at The New Yorker.

Everyone was curious about this Asian face that Gottlieb was willing to spend the whole morning with.

"Have you seen "The Truman Show"? Its author!"

There was nothing confidential about Lin Chaoyang's identity. When he first arrived in the office, Gottlieb introduced him to several close and capable editors and writers.

In less than a morning, word had spread about Lin Chaoyang's identity, and everyone was full of curiosity about this writer from China.

You know, in The New Yorker, the top literary and art magazine in the United States, Chinese people are rarely seen. Lin Chaoyang just accepted an exclusive interview with The New Yorker a few days ago, and he appeared in the magazine again today.

Everyone was even more surprised when they heard that he was going to open a column in the magazine. It seems that this Chinese writer is deeply appreciated by Gottlieb!
To be continued...