One hundred and forty-fourth chapter long overdue (4)
Wang Ai sent Kangsi to the corner of the third floor, and watched Kangsi wave goodbye before opening the door of another bedroom.
Leonie looked up from the bed and said in surprise: "Don't want it?"
"What do you want?" Wang Ai said, pulling away the quilt and getting on the bed: "I thought you were here, so I agreed to wait for another day."
"Am I such a nuisance?" Leonie turned over, her gray-green eyes shining in the night.
"It's me, I'm still a little worried about her." Wang Ai touched Leonie's hair: "If such a big thing changes, why bother now. I've been waiting for so many years, it's not bad.
I've been lucky enough to have you for a few months, and it won't be any longer than I am now."
Leonie lay on Wang Ai's chest: "The last one in our family, right?"
"Of course, you have filled my heart full." Wang Ai pulled the quilt for Leonie: "Go to sleep, my proud little lion."
The next morning, Wang Ai held a small family meeting in the study room to formally discuss the issues he had thought about yesterday. After the meeting, Wang Ai wrote a request for instructions and attached a letter he planned to address to several political figures.
If you need a letter, go out and take a bus to the consulate, and ask the consulate to apply to the country on your behalf. Although it doesn't really matter if you don't apply, there is no harm in asking for more instructions and reporting more, and you can avoid some troubles.
When I came back from the consulate, I found that the women were already discussing Milan Autumn Fashion Week. Wang Ai was helpless. Men would inevitably talk about military affairs when they were together, so they had to let women talk about fashion together. Wang Ai ignored them and continued to write his letter.
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By noon, I had written three more letters and sent them to Xu Qinglian, who was still online. She had already had dinner and walked around the courtyard several times. She didn't say anything when she received the email from Wang Ai, but instead picked up a folded piece of paper.
Facing the camera, Wang Ai curiously approached the screen and asked her to hold her hands steady.
"Dr. Xu Qinglian, your manuscript "Research on the Modern Enterprise System of China's Socialist Market Economy" has been received..."
Wang Ai was surprised when he saw this and said, "Has this been sent to the publishing house? Has the contract been signed?"
"Morning." The screen flashed, and Xu Qinglian's face reappeared with a smile: "I just signed the contract today. I told her that I was pregnant and it was inconvenient to move, so they came to my door."
"So powerful?" Wang Ai joked about his wife.
"Look who it belongs to?" As she said that, Xu Qinglian picked up the piece of paper again and pointed it at the camera: "Can you see clearly? Renmin University of China Press!"
"Oh, I'm one of my own, no wonder." Wang Ai smiled and said, "When will it be released?"
"Morning." Xu Qinglian shook the piece of paper a little irritably and timidly: "Look, there are more than 60 revision comments listed, large and small, from typos to chapter titles to length.
, people told me that this is only the first preliminary review, and there will be more in the future."
Speaking of this, Xu Qinglian suddenly said casually for some reason: "Your wife is being bullied, do you care?"
Wang Ai waved his hand: "Change the publishing house! I don't believe that in such a big country, we can't find an obedient person! At the worst, we can just pay for it ourselves."
Xu Qinglian suddenly turned her face: "Who asked you to change the publishing house? I asked you to be responsible for the revision. There will be three or five typos in a hundred words, and I can't tell the difference."
"I wasn't busy playing football at that time," Wang Ai explained shyly.
"Playing football? Aren't you a reborn? You went to school five years longer than others." Xu Qinglian sneered.
Wang Ai slapped the table: "Okay, bring it here and I'll change it."
"Don't make blind changes?" Xu Qinglian hesitated instead; "The publishing house is very sincere. My then department chairperson contacted me personally. He said that we were his own children, so he would give priority to support in everything. You know, our book
Many of the opinions in it are different from the mainstream ones, especially the part you are responsible for writing. You are happy to write, sarcastic and sarcastic, which makes me feel big-headed. If it were not a reliable publishing house, it might have been deleted.
What does it look like? It’s troublesome for my lover to write the preface. I asked two people but they both said they couldn’t understand it. In fact, they just didn’t dare to write it.”
Wang Ai was still smiling when he heard the first one, but got angry when he heard the second one: "There are so many Chinese people, how can we not find it? Our books are hard goods! If it doesn't work, I'll ask Lao Ding, there are many big guys in the Academy of Social Sciences
They read our magazine every issue! Besides, other people’s books are afraid of being disliked, belittled, and blocked, so they have to find a powerful person to preface them. Are we the same? Do you believe that I can sell them in the sports world alone?
Ten thousand copies? If you think it’s not enough, I don’t even have to say anything publicly. I just need to let people know that this is my wife’s masterpiece. With everyone’s curiosity about you, Chinese fans can sell ten million copies!”
Seeing the man's vigorous momentum, Xu Qinglian chuckled: "Okay, okay, just kidding you, many leaders have asked people to tell them that they hope to see it published as soon as possible, otherwise the publishing house would not be in such a hurry, and writing a preface would not be possible at all.
It’s not a big deal. I’m just afraid that using my brain too much during this period will delay the development of the fetus... Oh my, how many things have I delayed in order to lay eggs for you?”
"Don't you have to do it in the morning and in the evening?" Wang Ai muttered in a low voice and said quickly: "Okay, I'll do it, I'll do it, and you can take a photo of your revisions and send them to me."
Xu Qinglian took out her mobile phone to take pictures and explained: "You must revise it carefully. Each revised paragraph must be marked with colored fonts, and the original text must be left out for comparison. Also, don't always think that this is our work."
We don’t need to say too much, we just need to put the truth out there, and it will be more useful than anything else if we stick to it. At this time, if you still ridicule them, you will fall into the inferior category."
"I understand." Wang Ai nodded seriously this time: "I can't help but be angry with them for talking nonsense."
"Nonsense..." Xu Qinglian lowered her head and took the photo seriously, then took out the data cable and connected it to the computer: "Isn't it because of my lack of talent and lack of knowledge?"
Looking up at the screen again, the man opposite him was giving a thumbs up honestly. Xu Qinglian laughed and said, "I was infected by you. I knew it in my heart but wouldn't say it out loud before."
Wang Ai unfolded the photo here and found it quite troublesome to enlarge it. He discussed while looking at it: "Then I will start to modify it now. Well, you can take a look at the modification opinions first. If you are not satisfied, tell me. Don't use your brain too much and tell me directly.
It doesn’t matter if I feel good or not, I can understand.”
Xu Qinglian hummed over there, and Wang Ai said again: "In this case, the letter will have to be postponed for a while. It happens to be of great importance. After a long time, I will check for the omissions. Maybe I will be able to remember what I have rewritten and not written.
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"It's not urgent anyway, but it would be best if our whole family has a meal together this summer to finish the procedure."
