Uncle Dai, editor-in-chief Zhou Mingwei and colleagues in the editorial department have higher evaluations of "Living" than the other, which makes Chen Xiaomi more confident.
Intuition tells her that as long as she can seize this opportunity, her name will quickly spread in the industry and her life will usher in a highlight moment with "Living".
At the same time, she can use this to remove the label of "relying on the relationship between her father and into people's literature.
I just don’t know if the subsequent chapters will be as exciting as the previous ones?
Chen Xiaomi was wondering in her heart that this was the only place where she was worried and uncertain so far.
It's really not that she is picking on the bones.
But as a reviewer, I have seen too many manuscripts that open high and end low.
Seeing her walking out of the editor-in-chief's office with a happy look on her face, Zhou Chunlan, who had been secretly paying attention, immediately asked with concern:
"Xiaomi, what does the editor-in-chief say?"
Hearing this, Sister Liao, Uncle Dai and other colleagues stopped their work and raised their heads.
Seeing Zhou Chunlan's hypocritical appearance as a plastic sister, Chen Xiaomi found it funny.
But she is a person with extremely high emotional intelligence and will not expose the other party. She replied: "Uncle Zhou and Uncle Dai have the same opinion, and they agree!"
OK! A concise word.
But those who are familiar with Zhou Mingwei understand that this is the highest evaluation.
At this moment, the editorial department seemed to see a star of tomorrow rising rapidly, like a firework, blooming in the sky with a whoosh.
"Xiaomi, congratulations!"
"Xiaomi, remember to treat you at that time."
“…”
Listening to his colleagues congratulating Chen Xiaomi one after another, Zhou Chunlan tried hard to maintain a stiff smile on her face, but her heart collapsed: This is obviously mine...
After greeting everyone, Chen Xiaomi was concerned about the big thing, which was to call back according to the contact information retained by "December".
0739-885708
With his fingers, he quickly stroked and pulled 10 times in the digital area. After confirming that the phone number was correct again, Chen Xiaomi stood up and finally pressed the "#" key.
Is the writer December a man or a woman?
How old is it?
Thirty years old?
Or forty?
Is it easy to get along with? Is it easy to communicate?
"Hey, hello, who?"
Just as she was holding the receiver and thinking about it, the phone was already open, and a very sexy female voice came from the other end.
Female?
The sound is still so magnetic, so I guess I can't be young. Chen Xiaomi quickly made a judgment in her mind and then responded with the words:
"Hello! Is it the writer December?"
Writer December?
Is Li Heng's pen name December Yue? Wang Runwen was stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted:
"I'm not December, I'm his friend, who are you?"
Chen Xiaomi took a sip of water and moistened her throat, "I am the editor of People's Literature. Chen Xiaomi, is there December?"
Just at this moment, a sizzling electric current sound came from the phone, which made Wang Runwen not hear clearly what the other party said.
So he asked again: "People's literature?"
Nowadays, it is common for phone calls to be heard, so Chen Xiaomi is not surprised: "Yes, can you please call me December?"
His eyes looked through the window at the teaching building opposite the playground. Wang Runwen said, "He is not here now, please call him at noon."
Not here?
Chen Xiaomi asked patiently: "I'll ask you when will he have time at noon in December?"
The full class in the morning, and the fourth class ends at 12:10. It will take a few minutes to walk from the teaching building. Wang Runwen immediately replied: "After 12:20, it is best to have a little later."
"OK, thanks!"
I didn't meet anyone for the first time. Chen Xiaomi's passionate heart was a little disappointed, but not much.
In her opinion, there is a golden signboard called "People's Literature". As long as she speaks properly and follows up in time, it is almost a foregone conclusion.
Putting the red receiver back in place, Wang Runwen suddenly slapped his forehead, cursing himself as stupid as he was, and for a moment he forgot about the matter of "Harvest" magazine.
People's Literature 12:20
"Harvest" about 12:30
There will be no conflict between the two companies, right?
The English teacher instinctively wanted to go back to the past, but he didn't have a caller ID these days, so he had to give up unwillingly.
Then she fell into deep thought. What did Li Heng write?
It’s “People’s Literature” and “Harvest” magazine?
Hearing that tone, it seemed like he was rushing to get on the pole...
As an English teacher, Wang Runwen usually has to lead two classes, but also has a lot of trivial matters to deal with. He doesn’t pay much attention to literature on weekdays and has basically no idea about these two magazines.
To put it bluntly, I am not as familiar with "Story Club", "Youth Digest", "Berry", "Reader" and Qiong Yao's novels.
After all, she is just an ordinary person. A high-end thing like literature is too far away from her, and it is not as attractive as those love and gossip.
At least those loves can satisfy her romantic fantasy as a woman, and can also help her relieve her sorrow in the shower when it is late at night.
However, Wang Qi and the Director of Education often publish articles in newspapers, earning more than ten or twenty yuan from time to time. I think they should know more.
Originally, she thought that the things Li Heng wrote were similar to those of Teacher Wang Qi and the others, so she didn't care much about them or ask in depth.
But now it seems that this matter is strange. You have to ask Li Heng later, otherwise it would be bad if he had to make a big mistake because of information improper access.
Thinking of this, Wang Runwen, who had just returned from the classroom, turned around and changed his shoes and went downstairs.
Tomorrow is Lantern Festival, but the cold north wind is still howling, making people tremble.
The teacher's family building was close to the school gate. Wang Runwen pulled the black scarf and simply went outside the school to buy a few cups of sugar-filled tofu brain, about a dozen hot meat buns, and packed a few fried dough sticks with grease paper.
When I got up to the platform on the third floor of the teaching building, I ran into Wang Qi head-on, and the latter asked in surprise:
"Runwen, aren't you going back with your health and feeling uncomfortable? Why are you here again?"
She felt uncomfortable because today was my aunt's first day and her waist hurt a little.
She just turned around during the morning self-study study and asked Teacher Wang Qi to watch it.
Wang Runwen shook his long hair: "It's something to do with Li Heng."
Wang Qi has long been accustomed to her and Li Heng's good relationship, and has also heard rumors about Liu Yejiang's mouth, but he sneered at it.
Because both parties have been together for many years, he understands each other's temperament and trusts each other's character. He does not think that Teacher Wang will fall in love with a student in a difficult position.
Wang Runwen opened his breakfast bag: "Lao Wang, you haven't eaten breakfast yet, should you eat while it's hot?"
Wang Qi shivered and asked happily: "I have a share, too?"
Wang Runwen curled his lips: "Nonsense, when did you lose your mind?"
Wang Qi said angrily, and skillfully grabbed a hot meat bun and took a bite. It was fat, tender and juicy. He took another cup of tofu and whispered it, exclaiming:
"Thanks to this guy Li Heng in the past two years, I saved a lot of breakfast money."
Wang Runwen didn't care and said jokingly: "Huh...! I despise you, you are just like this. How many dollars can this be worth?"
The two teachers were having breakfast and talking about the class learning situation. Wang Runwen suddenly asked, "Old Wang, I'll ask you something."
Wang Qi's mouth was full of food and he had no time, so he nodded to her.
Wang Runwen asked: "Have you heard of the magazine "People's Literature"?"
Wang Qi swallowed the fried dough sticks in his stomach a few mouthfuls: "I heard that, what's wrong?"
Wang Runwen asked: "Can the things you usually write be published in People's Literature?"
Upon hearing this, Teacher Wang Qi almost choked and grinned with self-deprecatingly: "Yeah! You look at me too highly. Just my three-legged cat kung fu can be passed to the provincial newspaper. I will still have the hope even if I smoke from my ancestral tomb in Wang's family."
Wang Runwen was shocked, "You didn't do this before, you claimed to be a cultural person."
Teacher Wang Qi smiled and said, "I'm bragging. Anyway, you semi-illiterate don't understand, so you don't let me brag. By the way, why did you mention "People's Literature" today?"
"It's okay, just ask."
Wang Runwen asked again: "What about "Harvest" magazine? Have you heard of it?"
Teacher Wang Qi said: "Awesome! Those who can get this are literary writers in the true sense, and they are all powerful characters. They are not comparable to those of us who earn a few dollars or dozens of dollars in royalties."
After thinking about it, Wang Runwen said coldly: "If someone submits an article, both magazines call, what does it mean?"
Teacher Wang Qi widened his eyes: "Is there such a good thing? Do you know that person? Marry him."
ps: Last night, two neighbors barked for a night and didn’t have a good rest. I have to sniff for a while. The next chapter will have to be later (this chapter may be a little watery, don’t scold me, you’re confused).
The manuscript will be released from today.
Chapter completed!