"In addition to innovation, the traditional craftsmanship that we have inherited for thousands of years is also very important. The masters must strictly implement the craftsmanship requirements. Every process must be as perfect as possible, and there is no room for sloppiness!"
"Eh, definitely."
"By the way, Mr. Marquis, please take the time to find Tang Pingliu in the next few days and ask his father Tang Quan to help him get some pairs of medicated insoles. Just follow what I said that day, and get them all for beauty and aphrodisiacs.
"
"No, are you serious? How can an insole take care of this?"
"Hey, it's over if you go. There must be one. I heard Mr. Tang say this, but don't forget to bring two hundred yuan. Tang Pingliu's father won't show off his eagle when he sees rabbits. If you don't take money, you may not be able to invite him.
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"Okay, I'll go this afternoon."
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After spending half an hour, Chu Heng laid out the development direction and various tasks of the shoe store, then declined Liu Haokong's invitation to have lunch together and hurriedly drove home.
As soon as Fang entered the hospital, he dove into the study room, picked up a pen and paper and continued to write down the unfinished settings.
It was not until lunch time that Chu Heng finally finished writing the novel setting that had been written for more than five days.
"Oh, my hands and neck are sore."
Putting down the pen, Chu Heng breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the thick pile of manuscripts in front of him with satisfaction, and a smile appeared on his lips. Then he locked the manuscripts in the desk drawer, stood up, and walked out of the study while shaking his hands around his neck.
When he came to the main room, Yang Guizhi had just put lunch on the table. Since there were not many people at home at lunch, he prepared two dishes, one with fried meat with mushrooms and one with cabbage and tofu.
Huniu was already sitting at the dining table impatiently, staring at the food on the table with her big clear eyes without blinking. She didn't even have time to pay attention to the arrival of her best godfather in the world.
"Hey, there are also mushrooms today!"
Chu Heng had been hungry for a long time, so he walked to the dining table and sat down. He took the rice bowl handed over by Mrs. Wu Xiumei and started eating.
Yang Guizhi and the two old ladies were eating and chatting, while the assistant looked at the little Huniu who was eating by herself with a spoon.
As for Chu Zhecheng who is lying on the crib, don't worry about it. This little brat has never eaten complementary food yet, so he doesn't know how delicious the food is. As long as you feed him enough milk and give him a rattle, you can be happy all day long.
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Soon, everyone at the table finished their lunch. After the little Huniu waited for the deaf old lady to wipe the face of the little cat that had been eaten up with a hot towel, she walked up to Chu Heng, blinked her big eyes, and said expectantly.
: "Daddy, play ball!"
Chu Heng, who had been busy with the settings these days, met his pure and clear eyes. This time he really couldn't bear to refuse. He also thought that the settings were finished, so he might as well take a rest first, so he nodded and agreed.
Huniu got up and took the smiling little guy's hand to the courtyard, playing football with her for more than half an hour.
When he saw that Huniu was a little tired, Chu Heng quickly took out two pieces of candy and gave them to her, sent her back to the old lady's room, and got into the study again.
When he came to the desk and sat down, Chu Heng took out his pen, filled it with ink, and prepared to start writing the outline of the novel.
But he kept the pen on the paper for a long time, but he still refused to put it down.
Chu Heng frowned, feeling a little hesitant in his heart.
When he was writing the setting during this period, he suddenly came up with an idea. He wanted to refer to the setting of upgrading and fighting monsters in some later Internet articles and integrate it into Harry Potter to make the strength of the characters in the book clearer.
It's not as vague as the original book, which also makes the whole set of books more interesting.
It's just that he is a little worried about whether his changes will have any impact on the book, so that because of his superfluous remarks, a best-selling book will become uninterested.
"Oh no, I'm afraid, I'll add it first and then change it back. If it doesn't work, I'll change it back. Anyway, I have plenty of time." After hesitating for a while, Chu Heng let out a breath, finally sat down and decided to start writing.
In this way, ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
Early this morning, Chu Heng, who had finished writing the novel outline last night, went into the study after dinner. He took out the setting and outline he had written in the past half month, checked it carefully, and made sure that there were no omissions.
, he put his things in his bag, left the house, and prepared to go to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs dormitory to find a gun... to find someone to cooperate.
Now is the rush hour for commuting. Those who work the night shift have just returned and those who work the day shift are leaving. The market is full of people. Some people are riding bicycles, some are on their legs, talking and laughing, and walking leisurely on the road.
"Didi!"
Chu Heng drove slowly through the crowded crowd, and it took him a full forty minutes to arrive at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs dormitory.
It's not even eight o'clock yet, but there are already many people working in the warehouse.
Some of these people are willing to give and try their best to earn more foreign exchange for the country because of the pure faith in their hearts.
And some people do it for the bonus after the novel is published.
Of course, more people are really forced to do so.
These tired people are all guilty. They work so hard just so that they will not be kicked back to their original unit due to issues of consciousness.
"They're all busy!"
Chu Heng opened the door and walked in, looking at the group of pen holders in the room with a smile.
"Comrade Chu!"
"lead!"
"Sit down quickly and I'll pour you some tea."
After so many days, everyone basically understood Chu Heng’s identity from all aspects, so whether out of respect or fear, they all hurriedly stood up to greet him, and a few even came over to please him and expressed respect.
The cigarette was served by the tea server again.
"Oh, okay, thank you." Chu Heng took the tea poured by a middle-aged man, then turned to the other person next to him and said: "Who is that, go call the others, I have something to tell you.
explain."
"clear."
The man hurriedly ran out of the warehouse and called those who hadn't come yet.
After a while, more than 20 people hurried over, including Jiang Fanghao and Che Xiaobao, who had just come to work.
As soon as they entered the house, the three people hurriedly came to Chu Heng and asked.
"Team leader, what do you want to order?"
"Uncle, you came here so early in the morning. Do you have anything important to do?"
"You'll find out later."
Chu Heng put down his tea cup and stood up. He carried his bag and came to stand in front of the blackboard in the room. He turned to face everyone, took out two stacks of bound manuscript paper from his bag with a smile, and said loudly: "I made this.
The outline and work setting of a novel are classified as fantasy novels. Now I need someone to write a novel that I am satisfied with according to the outline and setting. If I succeed, there will be a big reward. Anyone who is interested can give it a try."
"Magic?"
Some people's eyes lit up after hearing this, and they all became interested in the fantasy novel written by Chu Heng, a guy who seemed to know a lot about novels.
And some people are obsessed with that sentence of heavy reward.
"lead!"
A man in his thirties quickly raised his hand and asked: "If I can write a novel that satisfies you, what is the specific reward?"
"Then it depends on what you need." Chu Heng chuckled.