After saying hello to the doorman, Chu Heng drove out of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs with a disappointed look on his face. He came here to ask Liu Haokong about the preparations of the shoe store and see if there was anything he needed help with, but he didn't expect Liu Haokong to be like this.
He had basically not been to the work for two days. He had been busy outside collecting various materials that could be used to make cloth shoes, so he came up empty-handed.
"What should we do?"
The car was driving aimlessly on the road. Chu Heng, who was extremely bored, took some time. It was just past ten o'clock. It was a bit early to find someone to drink with, and he didn't like to play cards.
"Okay, let's go to the dormitory and have a look."
After making a decision, he remembered that there were still two manuscripts at home that had not been returned, so he quickly turned the car around and rushed to Banchang Hutong. When he got home, he put the two manuscripts he had brought back before and came out of the house again.
, heading towards the dormitory of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Ministry of Foreign Affairs Street, No. 30.
Inside the warehouse.
It has only been a few days since Chu Heng came last.
But the changes before and after are not small.
When he came here last time, he shared a lot of things with these writers, so that many people who didn't know what to write before had some inspiration and found a way.
now.
In the huge room, more than a hundred people were distributed in different places, most of whom had already started writing, while only a small number of people were still thinking hard and looking for inspiration.
Jiang Fanghao stood at the door of the warehouse, looking at the focused and serious heads in the room. He felt that these people were like seeds that had just been planted in the fertile soil, and had been fertilized and watered enough.
, he just needs to wait for the fruit to mature.
This time, he was taken away again!
"Hey!"
Jiang Fanghao couldn't help but chuckle.
"Squeak!"
At this time, the warehouse door was opened, and Chu Heng walked in holding two manuscripts.
"Ouch, team leader!"
As soon as he saw him come in, Jiang Fanghao felt as if he was seeing his biological father and hurriedly greeted him with as much respect as possible.
"This is for you." Chu Heng handed him the manuscript.
Jiang Fanghao took it with both hands and asked: "What do you think of these two books? Are they qualified?"
"I think it's average, but I quite like reading the ones at home." Chu Heng did not reject these two books based on his own preferences, but suggested to him: "You do this, and find a few more people later."
, take a look at the books they wrote together, and then ask those people to rate these books according to their feelings. The full score is ten points, and those with an average score of six or above are considered qualified and can be added to the publication list."
"Okay, I'll do it later." Jiang Fanghao nodded hurriedly, and when he was about to report the current situation to him, suddenly a man came over with a piece of manuscript paper and asked Chu Heng very carefully:
"Well, Comrade Chu, this is something I wrote after listening to your guidance. Could you please take a look at it and make some corrections?"
"Hey, it's pretty fast." Chu Heng casually took the pieces of light manuscript paper he handed over and read them carefully in front of him.
The manuscript was not very long in total, just over 4,000 words, and he finished reading it in a short time.
Lifting his head and looking away from the paper, Chu Heng frowned and pondered for a moment, then cautiously suggested: "The writing is good, both in terms of writing skills and character portrayal, but in my personal opinion, the plot is still a bit slow.
Now, try to be as concise as possible and keep the foreshadowing within one or two thousand words, I think it will attract more people to be willing to read on."
Because it was a physical book and not an online text, Chu Heng did not tell him anything about the three golden chapters. After all, readers of physical books are much more patient than readers of online texts.
"One or two thousand..., okay, thank you Comrade Chu, I will try to streamline it when I go back." The man really listened, and left with the manuscript thoughtfully.
Chu Heng looked at his leaving figure and then looked at the intellectuals in this room. His eyes suddenly lit up, and his previously dormant idea of becoming a celebrity was revived again.
Although I am a waste in writing, don't I still have a room full of elite soldiers and generals?
He has memorized the plot and knows the settings in his heart. This is equivalent to a person having a skeleton. All he needs to do is find someone to help fill it in with flesh and blood.
The more Chu Heng thought about it, the more he thought it was feasible, so he hurriedly said hello to Jiang Fanghao and ran out as if being chased by a dog.
"You should be busy, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
"no……"
Jiang Fanghao, who still wanted to talk to him about the situation of the creative team, was confused.
He looked at the manuscript in his hand, then looked at Chu Heng, who was almost out of sight, and scratched his head in surprise.
Did you go all this way just to return the manuscript?
When did Daesheng Heng’s legs become so worthless?
…
After Chu Heng left the Ministry of Foreign Affairs dormitory, he went straight home, and then locked himself into the study room with great enthusiasm. He took out paper and pen again and began to write down various settings in his mind about the Harry Potter book.
.
This is much simpler than writing a novel directly, but the amount of work is not small and it will take a while to complete.
The sun rises and the moon sets, black and white alternate, and five days pass quietly like this.
This morning, Chu Heng, who was retreating in his study to write the settings for his work, was suddenly disrupted by a phone call.
Old Man Wen, who was looking at a phone booth on the street, suddenly came over to inform him that Liu Haokong had called and asked him to go to Gao Ling's studio to discuss important matters.
"Tsk! You really know how to find the time."
Chu Heng looked impatiently at the set set that was about to be completed on the table, and had no choice but to put down his pen, put on his car keys and hurried out.
Volga flew all the way, and soon he drove to the door of Gaoling Studio.
"You're finally here."
As soon as Chu Heng got out of the car, Liu Haokong pulled his arm and dragged him into the studio after hearing the noise.
There were quite a few people in the studio at this time, including the Gao Ling sisters and the two designers from the jewelry shop next door, Yin Huijie and Bai Jiabao. Besides them, there were also three young old men over fifty years old, all of whom were Liu Haokong's from inside.
The old shoemaker coming from Liansheng.
"Sit down quickly, sit down quickly."
Liu Haokong pulled Chu Heng to the sofa and sat down, then said to him: "Come here, tell us about the future development direction of the shoe store."
"No, that's why you came to me?" Chu Heng looked at him speechlessly: "Didn't I tell you when we were in the study last time? Just tell them."
"Hey, I'm afraid I won't speak well, so hurry up." Liu Haokong smiled and put a cigarette on the ground.
"Definitely, I really owe you."
Chu Heng rolled his eyelids, took the cigarette, glanced at Gao Ling and others, and said eloquently: "Then let me tell you, our shoe store still takes the high-end route, and the style is currently
I plan to divide it into two categories, one is fashion and the other is business, and Gao Ling will be responsible for the design. Is this okay?"
"But I haven't designed shoes before. I'm afraid I can't do it well, boss." Gao Ling looked a little frightened.
"You don't know how to study. Have you designed clothes before?" Chu Heng glanced at her and said lightly: "Besides, we won't let you work in vain here. We will give you an extra salary."
"Ah? Double salary? Then, then...then I will do my best!" Gao Ling was immediately full of energy when he heard that there was still money to be paid.
As the old saying goes, money can bring trouble. Chu Heng has always been certain that as long as the money is in place, there is nothing in this world that cannot be solved except math problems.
