She couldn't understand the stuff written by her predecessor at all. How could she break it?

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Han Zihe, who kept turning over the table in his mind, suddenly had the urge to post online immediately, and the title must be marked with "Urgent! Waiting online~~" in red and bold!

Fortunately, he was at his own home, otherwise Han Zihe's head-scratching look would have shocked everyone!

Looking at the thousands of familiar square characters in front of him, which formed either abstract poetic phrases or philosophical prose, Han Zihe rubbed his forehead and probably held his breath before reading.

Fortunately, I have an excellent memory. Although I don’t know the meaning, I still wrote it down word for word.

Now she can only hope that "if you read the book a hundred times, its meaning will become apparent to you."

…

Han Zihe, who was sweating profusely after reading his predecessor's notes, walked to the bathroom with his head and brains exhausted. After all, a shower had some effect.

While making tea and sorting out the commonly used items at home, Han Zihe's mind was not idle. Although she had not given the right words to Yixuan's editor just now, in fact she was not ready to give up this profitable side job.

According to memory, Han Zihe’s previous income from the magazine was 100 yuan/thousand words. Although it doesn’t seem like much, it’s hard to bear that it’s a fixed monthly income!

In this way, if she writes about 10,000 words per month, she should have about 1,800 yuan a month. Although this money cannot cover her food, clothing, housing and transportation, it is enough for her to meet her own interests.

Neither intending to give up the magazine's royalties nor continuing his past writing style, Han Zihe quickly turned his mind to novels.

Quickly opening the sample issues sent by the magazine a few times before, Han Zihe breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, novels were also the main page of the magazine.

"I just don't know if the magazine can accept the sudden change of style!"

With this in mind, Han Zihe still opened the document and started planning quickly - sit down on things first, and then take a look step by step.

According to Han Zihe's vision, in order to smoothly open the door to writing novels, the novel she must first design cannot immediately draw a line from the original style, but must at least serve as a link between the previous and the following.

Philosophy? It's easy to say. She is also a good young man who has been trained in Marxist philosophy for many years. She teaches through entertainment and tells philosophy through stories. It's really not a problem for her!

Then there is the poetry and painting... Ah, forgive her for being a woman who is used to bullets and bullets! This sad narrative style is simply not suitable for her! She is suitable for that kind of style and method...

...Well, how about, when the time comes, use the reason of "breaking through yourself" to give it a try?

Well, I decided so happily!

Han Zihe, who was talking to himself, didn't bother to think about what to do if the magazine didn't accept it. As the saying goes, if you don't leave me here, I will leave you! If this magazine doesn't succeed, there will always be someone who can accept it and is willing to accept it.

Bar!

Therefore, before negotiating, you still need to prepare negotiation materials!

The novel Han Zihe prepared was not long, about 50,000 to 60,000 yuan, and it took her less than two days to finish it in one go, from outline to character design, from text opening to sentence checking.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Han Zihe looked at her results and sighed at the difficulty. She had been so busy these past two days that apart from eating and drinking, she didn't even have time to think about Chu Zheng.

That's right! It seems that Chu Zheng has been on a mission for almost three days, right?

Han Zihe looked at the "Print" window on the computer screen guiltily. If she hadn't seen the printer, she probably wouldn't have been able to remember Chu Zhenglai.

However, we still have to affirm Comrade Chu Zheng's reputation as a foresight. It is much cheaper to get a printer than to search for printers everywhere.

…

There were still two days left before going out to negotiate, and Han Zihe suddenly realized that he didn't have suitable clothes yet!

In China during this period, it was still relatively fashionable to buy fabrics and make them yourself. Of course, ready-made clothes were also sold in shopping malls. When you encounter brand-name clothes, they are also very high-end and fashionable.

However, Han Zihe is no longer alone now. When she comes to the army, although she does not consider being too friendly with the military family members, she also does not want to be too discerning in life. Therefore, without reducing the quality of life, some external

She can still say no to something.

As for making clothes by oneself, it is even more difficult for Han Zihe, who was once known as a little master of figurines.

"Knock knock knock!"

Just as Han Zihe was rummaging through boxes and cabinets, looking for several pieces of fabric that Chu Zheng had "moved" for her, she heard an orderly knock on the door.

"Wait a minute!" Han Zihe hurriedly checked his clothes and hurriedly ran to the yard to open the door.

"Sister-in-law Chu, it's me! Xiao Wu!"

The person who knocked on the door happened to be Xiao Wu, the clerk who came here two days ago.

As soon as he saw Han Zihe, he quickly saluted and put it down before explaining his purpose: "Sister-in-law, that's it. We heard that you have been writing recently?"

Han Zihe raised his eyebrows and asked with a half-smile, "What? There are regulations in the army that prohibit family members from writing and submitting articles?"

"Oh, that's not the case! That's not the case!" Xiao Wu blushed, waved his hands repeatedly, and said with embarrassment, "It's just that some family members in our district came to the team to respond..."

If Han Zihe felt something, Xiao Wu was talking, so she took a step out of the yard, turned her head to the left, and saw a figure peeping around the corner of the wall. It was none other than the person who had been with Xiao Wu a few days ago.

Wei Yun, the wife of Hao Qing, the captain of the second brigade, was entangled.

Hey! Her bad temper has made some people kick her in the face, right?

Seeing that Han Zihe put down his sleeves and was about to run towards Wei Yun's hiding place, Xiao Wu saw the opportunity and stopped her. He said with a smile on his face: "Hey! Hey! Hey! Sister-in-law, calm down! Sister-in-law, calm down! You!"

Please calm down first!"

"Calm down?! If I were calm, I wouldn't be able to get through life! You really think I'm a clay figure, right? Ten people can come over and step on me?... Don't pull me, I have to ask her.

Ask, what can we do to spare us?! Otherwise, if you report me twice in one day, let alone me, your team will not be able to live in peace either!"

Han Zihe has never only spoken with her mouth! Or, it can be translated as, she has never been a good-tempered person!

When she was still on Earth, she could swallow her anger because she had a task to complete, but afterwards, those people who asked her to swallow her anger... Humph!

If the real wheel were to take action, even ten Xiao Wu could not twist one of Han Zihe's little fingers.
Chapter completed!