The brilliant morning light flows into the Chu family's house like gurgling water, covering the courtyard with a touch of golden color that represents wealth.
At the same time, the Chu family also ushered in breakfast time.
In the pavilion on the backyard patio, a large family gathered around the stone table. Each person was holding a large bowl and eating braised noodles with a loud voice.
Chu Daguan has always been very particular about eating, even if it is just a simple breakfast, he is never vague.
The noodles are made of first-class Fuqiang flour, which is white and chewy. The braised pork belly, mushroom sauce, mushrooms, dried shrimps, eggs, fresh bamboo shoots, carrots and other ingredients are used to make the noodles. Sprinkle some on it when eating. Pepper and coriander, the taste is spicy and fresh, and the aroma is overflowing. It is called authentic.
Chu Heng likes to eat noodles, noodles with soybean paste, and braised noodles. He eats a single head of garlic, one bite of noodles and one bite of garlic. It tastes delicious and he will eat a bowl after a while.
Chu Zhecheng was sitting in the stroller next to his father. There was also a small bowl of noodles in front of him. However, due to the limited digestion capacity of the baby's gastrointestinal tract, his noodles were submerged in water and cooked to a pulp, almost like batter, or even Even the braised pork was only given to him a little bit, just a little salty.
But even so, the little guy, who had never eaten anything good, still ate deliciously. He grabbed a small spoon with his little hand and stuffed it into his mouth. The food was all over his body and face.
Huniu, who is one year older than him and almost two years old, is doing much better. The smart little girl has learned to use chopsticks and can accurately put every bite of food into her mouth. She rarely leaves the mouth. When it falls out, and sometimes even if it falls on the table, she will quickly pick it up and stuff it into her mouth.
Hu Niu has been very religious about food since she was a child and never wants to waste it.
As an old lady, Qin Jingru has never stopped her daughter from doing this, and even praised her.
Food at this time was very valuable, and it would be shameful to waste it. As for the nonsense that if things were dropped on the table, they would become dirty and cause stomach upset. She never believed it.
As someone who grew up in a rural area, Qin Jingru even picked things up in the dirt to eat when she was a child. She is also in great shape and can squat for half an hour continuously.
"I'm done eating!"
At just half past six, Chu Heng finished spinning three bowls of noodles, then put down the bowls and chopsticks with a swipe of his lips, and stood up to go to the main room.
Ni Yinghong, who had just eaten a bowl of noodles at this moment, looked at the empty bowl next to her and was quite speechless. She couldn't help but murmured: "Eating a meal is like fighting. Will chewing more rice make you exhausted?" Don’t worry about stomach upset.”
"Our stomach is an iron stomach!"
Chu Heng patted his belly disapprovingly, grabbed a handful of his son's crotch, and wandered towards the main room with his hands behind his back.
Chu Zhecheng, who was eating noodles, glanced at his father expressionlessly, opened and closed his small mouth stuffed with food, and slurred one word: "Bad!"
He started talking relatively early. Since last month, he has been able to speak word by word out of his mouth.
Chu Heng went back to the house to smoke a cigarette and drink tea for a while. At almost seven o'clock, he followed Ni Yinghong and the others out of the house and drove to the grain management station.
At half past seven, he came to the work unit and read a newspaper in the office for a while.
When Qin Jingru came over to clean up the house for him, the two hugged and made out for a while. Then Chu Heng came out of the house and went to the small conference room to hold a work meeting and learn about the recent progress of each department.
Work progress.
Then he went to the guest house with Qiu Rong, who had been transferred a long time ago, to inspect the decoration work of the guest house, and then went to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs without stopping.
In a small conference room in the office building of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, a group of translators and related professionals were busy preparing formal contracts for more than one hundred books.
"Squeak!"
At this time, Chu Heng opened the door and walked in. He glanced at the extremely busy people in the room and waved to Li Jiangqi who was lowering his head to write: "Xiao Zao Ke, come here."
The room was quiet for a moment.
Several older men secretly glanced at Miss Li's swollen breasts, with a lewd smile on their lips.
"Crack!"
Li Jiangqi put down his pen with a cold face, turned his head expressionlessly, and asked angrily: "What are you doing?"
"Go to the Forty-Nine City Hotel." Chu Heng said with a smile.
Li Jiangqi, who was angry at being called a nickname in public, was silent for a moment. She really wanted to reject him in her heart, but when she thought that her grandson was her immediate boss and how evil-minded he was, Miss Li had to give in again.
Under his power.
She packed her things silently and handed an unfinished contract to a colleague next to her. After giving some instructions, she followed Chu Heng and left the Ministry of Foreign Affairs with her small bag.
The two people who didn't look at each other had little communication along the way, and the car quickly arrived at the Sijiucheng Hotel.
After finding a place to park the Volga, the two got off the car together, walked into the hotel one after another, then took the elevator upstairs and knocked on the door of Krissy's room.
"Bang bang bang!"
As soon as the rude knock on the door rang, Chrissy, who was finishing the second half of Harry Potter in the room, quickly put down the manuscript, stood up, walked to the door in three steps, and opened the door.
Seeing Chu Heng and Li Jiangqi standing outside the door, he immediately put on a warm smile on his face and welcomed them in.
"Come in and sit down."
His room is a suite with a small living room.
The two followed Chrissy to the sofa in the living room and sat down. They took the water poured by the little model and sat together again to exchange greetings. Then Chu Heng got to the main topic: "Have you read the book?
?”
"I saw it." Chrissy's eyes flickered a few times, and he wanted to disparage the book and try to lower the price. However, after hesitating for a while, he gave up the plan and said frankly: "It's very good.
We all agreed that Harry Potter had a great chance of becoming a bestseller."
"Yes, I also think it is a great book." The little model on the side also praised excitedly: "To be honest, Chu, Harapot is really the best book I have ever read.
It’s a novel!”
"Thank you, I'm glad you like it."
Chu Heng smiled politely at her, turned to look at Chrissy, and said, "Then, let's talk about other issues. Do you want this book?"
"Of course." Chrissy said without hesitation, and then he was ready to tell the price he had discussed with others at night: "As for the royalties, we have two ideas..."
"Don't rush me, please listen to my thoughts first." Chu Heng raised his hand to interrupt him, crossed his legs, and said calmly: "I want 2% of the royalties for this book.
ten."
Chrissy's expression changed instantly when he heard this. He had thought that Chu Heng would open his mouth like a lion, but he didn't expect that his appetite would be so big. He frowned and said, "This is impossible, Chu..."
"Shut up first and wait until I finish what I said?" Chu Heng glared dissatisfied, interrupted him again, and continued: "You only need to pay 10% of the 20% royalty.
, the other half I want you to use it for publicity. If you can agree, this book will be published by you, otherwise I will find someone else."
