The warehouse where Chu Heng and his comrades gathered had been converted into a huge office, with more than a hundred people working in it.
Jiang Fanghao, as the general led by Chu Heng, was deeply familiar with his true heritage. He understood very well that in order for a horse to run, it must be fed, and he did a good job in the logistics work.
In the huge house, there were stoves made of iron oil drums placed in each of the four corners. The fire inside was burning very vigorously, and the hot orange flames roasted the oil drums red, making the temperature inside the house as warm as spring.
In addition, the treatment in terms of food and other aspects of life is also very good.
There are three daily meals, with at least two dishes for each meal. You can eat meat once a week. If you have to work overtime, you will also be provided with a midnight snack.
Although things like cigarettes and tea are not very good, they are enough.
At this moment, more than a hundred people in the room are working hard.
Li Jiangqi and other translators from the ministry, as well as editors with translation experience seconded from some publishing houses in the city, are translating word for word the Citigroup bestsellers collected by Chrissy.
In addition, those writers who had participated in the creation of Avima's diary were also not idle, following literary workers with writing experience found from all over the city.
Some of them have already begun to create, while others are still reading translated novels for inspiration.
"Swiss, swiss, swish!"
"Whoosh!"
For a while, the sound of writing and turning of books could be heard in the room. Unfortunately, there was no red sleeve to add fragrance. Only Jiang Fanghao and Che Xiaobao were waiting on them, serving tea and water.
It's a fly in the ointment.
At this moment, Jiang Fanghao was walking around the room carrying a big teapot, pouring some tea or putting down a pack of cigarettes from time to time. He didn't have the airs of a team leader at all, but more like a big housekeeper.
"Come on, Lao Tian, let's drink some tea first and take it easy. There's no rush in writing. Let's take our time."
"Oh, okay, thank you, Team Leader Jiang."
"Hey, Brother Zhao, are you almost finished writing this novel?"
"Haha, it's almost over. I suddenly felt like it today. The more I write, the smoother it becomes. I plan to work overtime tonight and try to write it out before midnight!"
"Then I'll tell the kitchen later and cook you some noodles in the evening?"
"Hey, that's cool."
"Okay, I'm waiting for your good news."
…
After walking around in a circle, Jiang Fanghao returned to the corner, sat down next to the stove, and took out several completed novels from the drawer of his desk like a baby, reading them with relish.
"Squeak!"
At this time, the warehouse door was opened and Chu Heng walked in quietly.
Next to him, Che Xiaobao, who was studying with Qian Jiefang on what to cook for the evening, heard the noise and turned his head to look, and quickly stood up: "Oh, uncle!"
Qian Jiefang also greeted hurriedly: "Team leader!"
The two people's voices instantly broke the silence in the room. Among the more than a hundred people, except for a few guys who were focused on their work, they couldn't help but look towards them.
"Here you are, team leader!" Jiang Fanghao quickly put down the manuscript in his hand and came up to him with a poop.
"lead!"
"Comrade Chu!"
The writers who had been in contact with Chu Heng before also stood up and said hello, looking at the man who saved them from dire straits with eyes full of respect from the bottom of their hearts.
"Alas, I'm busy with you, don't worry about me, work is important." Chu Heng smiled and waved to say hello to those people, then turned to Jiang Fanghao and others gathered around him and asked: "How is it? How are you doing now?
Did it go well?"
"It went very smoothly. Everyone is very enthusiastic about their work. Some people have already written several novels. I think they are pretty good." Jiang Fanghao said with a grin.
"Yes, especially the novel called Marina written by Comrade Su. Oh, it's so beautiful!" Che Xiaobao said highly.
Qian Jiefang had a different view: "I think the article written by Comrade Ao is good."
"What's so good about him? It's so mysterious that I can't even understand it." Che Xiaoping immediately curled his lips in disgust.
"How is this so mysterious? It's just because you don't pay attention." Qian Jiefang suddenly became anxious and stared to defend the masterpiece in his mind.
"Okay, okay, are you two done yet?" Jiang Fanghao had a headache and separated the two people who were about to argue again, and said to Chu Heng in a dumbfounded voice: "Of these two people, one likes Comrade Su's novels, and the other likes
Comrade Ao, if you see Tian Tian quarreling over whose good looks, you won’t be able to escape!”
"Hey, this is not normal. Everyone has their own preferences for carrots and cabbage." Chu Heng understood this quite well. He also liked to read novels in his previous life, and he often bickered with others about his favorite works, but sometimes
With other readers, sometimes with the author.
For example, after reading the book "Alive", he scolded Teacher Yu for three days and three nights, and his words were worn out several times.
However, the dispute between Che Xiaobao and Qian Jiefang aroused Chu Heng's curiosity, so he glanced at the two guys and asked, "You two, go get those two novels and I'll take a look."
"I'll go." Che Xiaobao quickly ran to Jiang Fanghao, found the two novels from his desk, put the one he liked at the top, and handed it to Chu Heng with a hopeful look on his face: "
Please take a look at what Comrade Su wrote first, I’m sure you’ll like it.”
"Love, love, love, what's the point?" Qian Jiefang muttered with disdain.
"You know nothing!" Che Xiaobao snorted.
"I……"
"Get out of here!" Seeing that these two idiots were about to start fighting again, Chu Heng kicked one of them to the side. Then he lowered his head and looked at the two thick manuscripts in his hands, then put them under the creaking nest and said to Jiang Fanghao.
He said: "I will take these two copies back first, and then I will send them back to you after reading them."
"You can take a look at it as you like," Jiang Fanghao said hurriedly.
"Hey, by the way." Chu Heng asked casually again: "Tell me about your work during this period. If you have any difficulties, tell me and I will find a way to solve it for you."
"Then sit down first and I'll tell you slowly." Jiang Fanghao pulled him to sit down, poured tea and lit cigarettes, and reported the report: "In the first half month after you assigned me the task, our main job was translation
Novels and summarizing foreign writing techniques and language use, etc.”
“After I finished summarizing, I practiced and imitated it, and it wasn’t until the past week that I started writing.”
"Only recently?"
Chu Heng interrupted him with a surprised look on his face, pointed to the two novellas he placed on his lap and said, "Then you are so prolific that you wrote a novel in a week?"
"No." Che Xiaobao interjected: "This is because Comrade Su and Comrade Ao both studied abroad, so they can get started directly."
"So that's it!"
Chu Heng nodded suddenly, and then asked about the results they concluded.
