Wen Dongrong not only passed the manuscript, but also passed two articles in one go.
One of his commentary articles was picked up by the Evening News, and the editor said that it would be published in the supplement of the Evening News tomorrow.
Newspapers are time-sensitive. As long as the manuscript is completed, it can be published quickly, and there will be no backlog of manuscripts. Let alone a month or two like a magazine, even a day or two may not be enough for the news!
Another manuscript was actually chosen by the editor of the famous "Zhiyin". The editor of "Zhiyin" pointed out several details in Wen Dongrong's manuscript in an email, and bluntly said that if he revised it in time, it would be ready next month.
See the journal.
Manuscripts that are favored by the Evening News can get royalties quickly.
Manuscripts that are favored by "Zhiyin" can receive very high royalties.
There is no way, the circulation volume of "Zhiyin" is too large, and the readership is also large. Although many of the stories are very outrageous based on old smell and aesthetics, it can't stop readers from liking it!
The basic remuneration for "Zhiyin" magazine is one thousand yuan per thousand words. A manuscript of several thousand words can get several thousand yuan in fees.
Wen Dongrong himself did not expect that although the other articles were killed and one article was published in the Evening News, "Friends" would be able to publish another one!
Two manuscripts have been passed, and there will naturally be a steady stream of manuscripts in the future, which means there will be a steady stream of royalties. Thinking of this, Wen Dongrong laughed out loud while sitting in his study.
"I'm so awesome."
I couldn't pass the manuscript before because I didn't master the skills. With a little guidance, I was able to pass the manuscript easily even for a big magazine like "Zhiyin"!
Wen Dongrong immediately thanked the editor who pointed him out on QQ.
He is a person who speaks very nicely whenever he wants something from someone, and the editor was very happy to be coaxed by him.
"Your writing skills are indeed profound. It takes many years of accumulation to achieve an explosion of inspiration in a short period of time!"
Faced with the editor's praise, Wen Dongrong accepted it calmly. Most people do not have his writing skills... Of course, when chatting with the editor on QQ, Wen Dongrong still said a few words of humility.
Not knowing how to calm down his excitement, Wen Dongrong decided to go to the kitchen to find something to eat. When he opened the study door, he saw Wen Ying sitting on the sofa.
"Hey, when did you come back?"
"I've been back for a while. What are you doing in the study? Didn't you hear me opening the door?"
Wen Ying craned her neck to visit. Wen Dongrong was typing with too much force. Wen Ying heard the keyboard tapping in the living room, which continued intermittently. She suspected that Lao Wen was chatting online in the study again!
Wen Dongrong closed the study door directly, "What can you do in the study, of course, is to deal with work matters."
Wen Ying's eyes were sharp and she had already seen the QQ chat page on the computer screen. Although she couldn't see clearly what was being chatted about, Lao Wen's lie was clearly exposed - Lao Wen seemed to be really addicted to online chatting recently. Could it be that it was really her?
Do you think so?
Wen Ying debated whether to break through the bottom line and pry into Lao Wen's privacy, but Lao Wen had already gone to the kitchen humming a song with his hands behind his back.
Wen Ying felt that she couldn't blame herself for her wild thoughts. Lao Wen's happy look really looked like she had a second spring!
That night, Wen Dongrong was cooking as usual. Wen Ying volunteered to help, peeling garlic and pinching onions. She was also assigned by Wen Dongrong to go downstairs to buy seasonings. Wen Ying finished everything and probably made Lao Wen's hair dirty.
After everything was straightened out, I asked him tentatively: "Dad, do you still have the funds to support poor students?"
"Of course I will support you, but you don't need to pay. I will pay for it myself in the future."
"Isn't all your salary given to my mother..."
"Then I also have other money, which you don't need to worry about."
Wen Dongrong's words were as tough as iron, and Wen Ying couldn't help but think of the "new ways to make money" mentioned by her uncle Deng Shangwei.
Alas, in other families, parents worry about their children, but in Wenying's family, it's the other way around.
Wen Ying was both afraid that Lao Wen would drift away mentally and make emotional mistakes, and she was also afraid that Lao Wen would make financial mistakes at work. What's even more frightening is that sometimes these two mistakes go hand in hand, or how can we call them "power and sex transactions"?
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The brain waves of the plastic father and daughter are not connected. Wen Dongrong, who was humming and cooking, had no idea what Wen Ying was thinking. He carefully cooked several dishes and opened a bottle of wine during the meal. It seemed that he was very interested in drinking tonight.
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Now not only Wen Ying was suspicious, but Chen Ru was also confused: "Why are you so happy? You won the lottery?"
Wen Dongrong smiled and shook his head, "How could I buy a lottery ticket? No matter what kind of lottery ticket, it is all illusory. I have only seen the news saying that someone won the big prize somewhere. Have you ever seen someone around you win? The probability is too small. I
If you don’t believe this, I have always been down-to-earth and I only earn real money..."
——Your bones have always been prone to fluttering!
Chen Ru didn't follow Wen Dongrong's words: "If you don't buy it, you don't buy it. I'm asking you a few words. What's the use of saying a bunch of things? Only by doing more and bragging less can we be honest."
Wen Dongrong choked.
Wen Dongrong thought that his wife would ask a few more questions, so that he could announce the happy event at the dinner table. However, Chen Ru did not follow common sense and turned to greet Wen Ying to eat more food:
"Ignore your dad, you are about to finish eating and go do your own business."
"Oh that's fine."
Wen Ying obediently buried her head in the meal.
Manager Chen is very aware of everything. Regardless of what Xiao Jiujiu is hiding in Lao Wen, Manager Chen will find out sooner or later.
While Wen Ying was cooking rice, she felt some wax for Lao Wen in her heart.
She reminded him several times that if Lao Wen didn't listen to his advice, she couldn't blame her as her daughter for not saving him in the future!
Wen Dongrong said to himself: "Hey, I also have a hard time cooking..."
In Chen Ru's words, Lao Wen should cook more meals now. In the past, this guy was so chauvinistic that he wouldn't even step into the kitchen after work. Both husband and wife were at work, so why should Chen Ru do all the housework?
Chen Ru has woken up now.
How can a man just say "fight for a career" and ignore everything else? No way!
Wen Dongrong is busy with work, and Chen Ru is even busier with work.
Working in a bank depends on performance. The better the performance, the higher the income. Chen Ru transferred all the energy she used to do housework to work. As expected, the performance is getting better and better. Chen Ru's own career is booming.
Wen Dongrong's current housework is considered "paying debts" in Chen Ru's eyes. Since he is paying off debts, what is there to praise?
Chen Ru's indifference made Wen Dongrong very disappointed.
The wine in my mouth became tasteless.
Why not ask?
If you ask again, he will tell you!
Wen Ying put down the bowl, "Dad, let me tell you -"
Wen Dongrong turned his head instantly, full of expectation. Wen Ying coughed slightly: "The fish you cooked today was a bit salty."
"..."
Wen Dongrong waved his hands angrily: "Go, go, it's salty, drink more water!"
"You have to accept other people's opinions."
"I do not accept!"
Wen Dongrong was furious.
I am angry after eating, I am still angry after washing the dishes, I am still angry while lying on the bed after washing up at night, I am like a pufferfish holding my breath.
Seeing Chen Ru enter the room, Wen Dongrong still couldn't hold it back and jumped up from the bed: "Follow me to the study, I have something to show you!"
