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After Qiao Rong gave Zhang Tan the contact information of the editor of "Science Fiction World" magazine, he hung up the phone and immediately called the other party.

"Mr. Qiao, why did you think of calling me?"

The other person spoke first, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

Qiao Rong smiled and said: "Old Wu, I have something good in mind for you. You should thank me later."

Lao Wu asked: "What good thing? Tell me, if it is really a good thing, I should thank you."

Qiao Rong said: "I introduced you to a big shot. I just gave him your phone number. He may contact you later, so you have to be prepared."

Old Wu perked up, but still didn't believe it: "What big shot? Big writer? Do you know him? Do you want to serialize novels?"

Qiao Rong works in a publishing house and does often deal with writers. Of course, these writers not only publish books, but also publish some short and novellas, which will be serialized in magazines.

So Qiao Rong and Lao Wu have always had business contacts.

Qiao Rong did not show off and said directly: "Old Wu, I introduced you to Zhang Tan. He had a short science fiction novel that he wanted to serialize. He asked me where it would be suitable to serialize it, so I recommended you here."

"Zhang Tan?!" Old Wu's voice raised a few degrees over there, and he immediately asked urgently, "Is it the Zhang Tan you have been responsible for publishing singles of books? The screenwriter Zhang Tan?"

Qiao Rong said: "Yes, it's Mr. Zhang. Lao Wu, you must seize the opportunity."

Lao Wu hurriedly agreed: "Don't worry, Mr. Qiao, I will serve Mr. Zhang well. I also want to thank you for your recommendation. Let's go out and sit down in the evening. We haven't chatted for a long time."

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After finishing the phone call with Qiao Rong, Lao Wu couldn't wait for Zhang Tan's call, wishing that the other party would call him immediately so that the big stone in his heart could fall off as soon as possible.

But after waiting for more than an hour, just when Lao Wu thought Zhang Tan would not call today, the phone rang. He picked it up at lightning speed and saw that it was an unknown number.

With trembling hands and excited heart, Lao Wu answered the phone and said in a particularly polite tone: "Hello, I am Wu Kezhong, who are you?"

A furious voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Mr. Wu? I'm traveling downwind. You have a courier that has arrived. Are you free to come down and pick it up now?"

Lao Wu was stunned for two seconds before he realized what he was doing. He asked the other party to put the package in the hive, then hung up the phone, muttering why Qiao Rong just refused to give him Zhang Tan's phone number, so that he wouldn't Unrecognizable.

But as soon as the phone hung up, it rang again. He looked at it and saw that it was another unfamiliar number. After he answered the call, he asked politely: "Hello, I am Wu Kezhong."

A male voice came from the opposite side: "Hello Editor Wu, I am Zhang Tan..."

Old Wu didn't hear the rest of the words clearly, and only the words "I am Zhang Tan" echoed in his mind.

…

Until he hung up the phone, Lao Wu was still a little dizzy. He felt that this was wrong, so he quickly collected himself and thought about why he was so excited about Zhang Tan.

It's not that he doesn't know the great writers. He has been responsible for the serialization of several great writers' novels and has seen them himself. The annual salon gathering gathers famous writers of that year.

So he, Old Wu, has seen the world.

But the reason why he is so excited about Zhang Tan, he thinks, may be because Zhang Tan is the most famous one. Maybe Zhang Tan is not the highest in terms of literary achievements, but his reputation is definitely, and Zhang Tan wrote a few years ago After the suspense trilogy, I haven't published any more books, and I haven't had any literary works until now, so I don't get too excited.

After he calmed down, he logged into his mailbox and checked the science fiction novella "The Wandering Earth" that Zhang Tan wanted to send.

There are many unread emails in the mailbox, but none from Zhang Tan.

Lao Wu was not too anxious, but first browsed these unread emails, which were all for submissions and included works. He opened them one by one and started reading them immediately.

The first email submission was a short story, and it took Lao Wu more than 20 minutes to read it. When he was reading the second email, he saw a prompt for a new email.

He immediately clicked it and took a look, and it turned out to be Zhang Tan's!

He couldn't wait to open the electronic manuscript of the novel "The Wandering Earth" and read it carefully.

Zhang Tan is good at writing suspense, but I haven’t seen one that writes science fiction. However, Lao Wu believes that Zhang Tan is also good at writing science fiction, because the science fiction movie "The Matrix" currently being released is proof of this!

Lao Wu couldn't move after seeing it. He was completely immersed in the plot of the story. Even during lunch time, he remained motionless and continued to read the story eagerly.

A colleague noticed something was wrong with him and came over to ask him what was going on. When he learned that he was reviewing a manuscript, he said, "Old Wu, I will pack a meal for you, otherwise there will be no food in the cafeteria."

Lao Wu said without raising his head: "Okay, thank you."

The colleague couldn't help but asked curiously: "Old Wu, what novel are you reading? The one you just submitted?"

Lao Wu responded: "I just submitted the article. I'll tell you after I finish reading it. It's well written. It's so exciting. It's so imaginative that I couldn't have imagined it."

My colleagues became even more curious and wanted to seize Lao Wu's position now, but this is how the editor encounters a good story. Everyone here has had a similar experience. They are story lovers.

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In the municipal party committee compound, Xiaobai and others followed Liu Changjiang and his group around. Seeing that it was already eleven o'clock, Xier reminded Xiaobai to go back and help her aunt cook.

But Xiaobai was unmoved and thought Xier was stupid.

She wanted to be lazy, but Zhang Mingxue would not let her go. She called and urged them to go back and help her cook, otherwise everyone would be hungry at noon.

Xiaobai went home reluctantly. Zhang Mingxue was sitting in the corridor in front of the yard. When she saw them, she immediately waved and asked them to go to the kitchen together.

If the children don't come back, she won't get angry. This person is really unique, Xiaobai muttered.

Suddenly, Zhang Mingxue noticed Xiao Xiaobai's pants and called her over: "What's wrong with your pants?"

Xiao Xiaobai laughed awkwardly, looked down at her pants and said: "My pants got dirty accidentally. It's raining outside and there's a lot of water."

Zhang Mingxue said unhappily: "What about pants? Did you jump into a puddle?"

Xiao Xiaobai was startled and shook her head quickly, not daring to admit it.

But Zhang Mingxue is not a policeman, so she doesn't need to verify whether she really jumped into a puddle. As long as she thinks it is, it is.

She pinched Xiao Xiaobai's face: "Go change your pants first, don't wear this one, take it off and wash it."

Xiao Xiaobai asked hopefully: "Auntie, do you want to help me wash my pants?"

Zhang Mingxue said: "I won't wash them. You can wash them yourself if you made them dirty, or you can ask your aunt to wash them."