After Zhang Zhong gave two lectures, he drove back. When he walked out of the school gate, he could still see many students dragging their suitcases out.
Some students are instantly recognizable as graduates.
Although the outfits are similar, the graduates are still easy to identify. When the juniors and juniors walk out of the school, their eyes are mostly excited and free, because they will be on vacation for more than two months.
But the steps of the graduates are heavier, and their eyes are more complicated. Some are nostalgic, some are hesitant and helpless, and some have ambition overflowing from their eyes.
No matter what, they will usher in a new life.
When I got home, my mother was packing Pengpeng's luggage. The school's summer camp was to leave on the 30th of this month, and there were still three or four days left. However, Hu Huifang always advocated taking precautions and started packing her luggage a few days in advance.
Pengpeng has an exclusive small suitcase, which is all pink. When I bought it, I didn’t think about using it, I just thought it looked good.
This suitcase is extremely small, only 13 inches, and the height is not even Zhang Zhong's knees.
Hu Huifang stuffed clothes into it with a look of disgust, "This box is too small, I might as well get her a small schoolbag."
Pengpeng pressed the box and said, "I want to take this box with me."
"Okay, okay, just bring this. You can't bring anything else, and you can't drag the big box." Hu Huifang said helplessly, and then looked at Zhang Zhong, "They will be gone for ten days. What should I do if they change their clothes?"
The box can't even hold ten sets of clothes. She also has to bring a doll, and there's even less room."
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "It's okay. Teacher Qin told me that he would help the children wash their clothes. Don't worry about running out of clothes to change. Just bring her three or four sets of clothes. If she wants to bring a doll, just bring it to her."
"Do you know how to wash it by hand? It would not be very good to wash so many children's clothes together."
"Mom, you don't have to worry. This is not the first time the school has held a summer camp. There are more than a dozen teachers accompanying us, so they will definitely make arrangements."
In fact, parents can accompany kindergarten summer camps, but Zhang Zhong cruelly only signed up for Pengpeng as an individual.
Park Hyatt Kindergarten has been running summer camps for several years. The school does not run it alone but cooperates with outside organizations.
The price is not cheap. Without Zhang Zhong, the cost for the child alone is 12,000 yuan.
Like Peng Peng, her little sister Liu Minya also signed a personal report. Liu Feng was even more cruel than Zhang Zhong, and he also disliked that the summer camp was too short, saying that it would be better to have a month so that he could relax a little.
But having said that, if Min Ya really leaves for a month, Liu Feng will probably be worried again.
After making suggestions for a while, Zhang Zhong went to the study. The Chinese version of "The Wandering Sea Ball" has been released, but now he is thinking about whether to make an English version himself.
He boasts that his English is good, but the translation of this kind of science fiction work is still somewhat lacking, after all, it involves a lot of science fiction terms.
And translation is not a simple matter. Just translate sentences or sentences. The same book, translated by different people, may have a huge difference. In a sense, translation is equivalent to secondary creation.
He could save a lot of effort by leaving it to others, but because he had not found a translator for his previous works, suddenly finding a translator for this work of more than 20,000 words would inevitably make others feel strange.
And it is not easy to find a suitable translator. The best thing is to find an English science fiction writer who is proficient in Chinese, so that the translated works will be better.
After much deliberation, he had no choice but to bite the bullet. If he wasn't familiar with the professional terms, it didn't matter. He could just look up the information. It was just a matter of spending more energy.
While the computer was starting up, Zhang Zhong called Chen Qing.
The phone rang for a while before Chen Qing answered it.
"Hey, boss." Chen Qing no longer calls Zhang Zhong Teacher Zhang, but instead calls him boss.
"Busy?"
"No, we were in a meeting just now. What's the matter with the boss calling us?" Chen Qing said with a smile.
"Well, I'll keep the story short so I won't delay your business. I just wrote a short story. You should contact a few novel websites to see if you can publish it directly on their websites."
"Short story?" Chen Qing was a little confused. It's not like Zhang Zhong has never written short stories, but the past few times he posted them directly on Weiyu.
"Well, short story, science fiction category, more than 20,000 words." Zhang Zhong briefly introduced the book.
Chen Qing agreed, "Okay, I will contact them shortly."
"There's no need to be too hasty, let's deal with the matter at hand first."
"good."
…
Chen Qing was very efficient. At about eight o'clock in the evening, Zhang Zhong was struggling to check the user's information when he called.
"Hey, boss, I've contacted "Agitation Literature", "Science Fiction World", "Fantasy Martial Arts" and "Harvest Literature". They agreed very simply and asked you to just create a new work and then go back to the contract for the new book.
Just sign it and send it over. There are only these companies for the time being, but don’t worry, boss, the company will cooperate with other websites in the next two days and try to distribute it to the entire network. Oh, by the way, you have an account for Provoking Literature
, but for other websites, you need to create an author account again. You can just create one first, and then give them the ID of the author account, and they will change the author's name."
"Okay, I understand, thank you."
"It's my job, but boss, what is your new book about? Can you tell me a little bit about it?" Chen Qing chuckled.
Zhang Chong laughed and scolded, "How can I reveal my story about a novel with more than 20,000 words? I will create an author account later and you will be able to see it tomorrow."
…
After creating a new account, the author names were randomly selected, and he sent the author names and IDs of several websites to Chen Qing.
The next day, after the website staff went to work, it didn't take long for the author names of several websites to be changed.
It was Lin Ping who changed the author's name on Harvest Literature Network. She was originally off today, but the editor-in-chief called her specifically and asked her to come over and work overtime today.
At first, when Editor Fang asked her to change the author's name, she was a little surprised. When did their editors do this kind of thing and change pen names specifically for authors?
Later, when she saw the name that was to be changed, she knew why.
"Teacher Zhang has transferred to our website? Then isn't his two pen names now on our website?" Lin Ping said excitedly.
Fang Qing said, "It's really good that this is the case. He is here, but his works are not exclusive, they are just stationed on the site. Don't think too much, just go to work. Make the changes as soon as possible. His new book should be released today."
"Oh, that's it."
Although "Fifth Grade Vegetative Man" is only a station where her works are stationed, Lin Ping is still very happy. Even if the website cannot monopolize Zhang Zhong, it can at least get a share of the pie.
Because Lin Ping had contacted Zhang Zhong before, Fang Qing also handed over the matter of "fifth grade vegetative state" to her.
After returning to her seat, her colleague who worked overtime came over and asked her, "Xiao Lin, why did the editor ask you to come in?"
Lin Ping talked about the "fifth-grade vegetative" station.
The colleague said with envy, "Oh, the editor-in-chief is so kind to you. I didn't tell you about Su Ai, but now I've also given you Zhang Zhong."
"I'm just lucky." Lin Ping smiled, but she was saying in her heart that these two pen names were the same person.