"Beijing?"

Li Dong was happy and must be Huang Shengnan. When he asked, he was indeed the case, but not only Huang Shengnan called him, but there were several more calls.

"Brother Dong, I remember this."

"Thank you, Wei Chang."

Li Dong took the note and found the number written on it.

"I'll go back the phone first."

“Huh?”

Han Ling was talking to Li Yuelan. When she heard the movement outside, she knew that Li Dong was back, but as soon as she came out, she saw Li Dong turn around and head towards the bamboo shoot factory. "Is there anything wrong?"

When he arrived at the bamboo shoot factory, Li Dong called Huang Shengnan first. "I will go to the area for the fifth day of the first lunar month, I will pick you up. By the way, I wish you a happy new year to my aunt and uncle on my behalf."

"The fifth day of the lunar month, there are a few days left."

Li Dong muttered, I don’t know if the seafood at home can be raised until the fifth day of the New Year. “Fortunately, there are still some real things.”

After hanging up the phone, taking out the note, Li Dong went back to the phone one by one.

"What are people's literature doing?"

Didn’t I just send a letter before the New Year? Why did I call myself again? I’m quite polite?

Li Dong was in a good mood to greet himself early in the morning. He was in a good mood and had to exchange greetings. Li Dong would definitely have to call him back.

He was on duty during the Chinese New Year. When Li Dong called, he muttered in his heart that it was not easy to do anything. "Zhou Qun, who are you?"

"Happy New Year, Editor Zhou, I am Li Dong."

Li Dong had made several explanations with Editor Zhou, and he was considered an acquaintance.

"Happy New Year, Teacher Li." Zhou Qunxin said, the call was quite fast, and his attitude was pretty good. "Teacher Li, I called to talk to you about your new book."

"new book?"

"You're talking about the ordinary world?"

Li Dong almost forgot this, and he thought the manuscript was thrown on the road, but it is not impossible for him to lose his email now.

"Yes, Teacher Li, I'll talk to you about the matters you attached to the manuscript."

Li Dong muttered, remembering that he wanted to have a front page, a full volume, and a sharing of manuscript fees.

"you say."

"There are many manuscripts at the beginning of the year, and the full version is unlikely. If it is the front page, Wang Zhu has already written it earlier." Zhou Qun's meaning was that not only the bald front page was gone, but the entire book was published. As for the royalties, it was impossible to reach an agreement before and then let alone the later.

Li Dong was a little depressed. He was in a good mood. He thought that People's Literature Publishing House called him to wish him a New Year, but he never thought that he was politely refusing. In fact, to put it bluntly, some of them wanted to reject the manuscript.

"That's it, then forget it."

Li Dong hung up the phone directly.

Zhou Qun was stunned and hung up the phone. "I am not very famous and have a bad temper. I have to endure reading what I wrote for a hundred words. I can't read a piece of stuff. I want to have a front page and a whole book. I really treat myself as a master."

Zhou Qun doesn’t count, calling you a teacher. You really think that you are a teacher, and you dare to follow him to hang the phone. It’s simply unreasonable.

"I never thought that the ordinary world was spreading, and publishing it with twists and turns. Almost everyone thought it was a garbage book. Finally, it made a counterattack on the broadcast of Central Radio Station. A group of people who had previously wished they could be like shit and started to hold on to it."

"It's still not that famous enough."

People's Literature Publishing House didn't take itself seriously, Li Dong was a little unhappy, but there was no good idea. "I have to copy a few more articles." He went back and copied all the excellences in the next few decades.

Except for people's literature, Li Dong is certainly not trying to revenge people's literature. Li Dong is still very focused, mainly because he feels that he is not famous enough now, and he has no good writing skills and lacks skills. We can win by counting.

One long article a day, three or five hundred published a year, of course it is just a talk, at most one long article a month, a few short films, and three or five prose.

"What's wrong?"

When Li Dong got home, he looked bad. He was very happy, but this guy was so upset.

"Li Dong, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm pretty good."

Li Dongxin said that when I looked back, I would write a few articles with feelings, such as the articles of the Nobel Prize winners of the Literature in the next few decades, all of which were written.

"But you look..."

Han Ling felt that Li Dong was angry with someone, was it Li Dong's object? Han Ling decided to pretend that she didn't see it, and she couldn't get involved in this matter. Li Dong returned to the house and started writing articles, but no, copying articles.

Not long after, Han Ling saw Li Dong take out a stack of manuscript paper and hand it to her.

"Look, how about this article?"

"You wrote it?"

Han Ling was stunned and took over the ordinary world, and the name was ordinary. Han Ling sat down and calmed down to read this article. At first, she didn't feel that it was great, and she couldn't even see it, but as she looked at it, she was slowly attracted.

After that, he was completely trapped in. It was not until Yanzi came and called Han Ling for lunch that he was reluctant to put down the manuscript. "Can you lend me a look?"

"no problem."

"Have this manuscript been published?"

"Not yet, I just retired by the publisher."

Li Dong said without any emotion. Han Ling understood a little bit, why did Li Dong look like he was just now? He must have been angry just now. Such a good article was actually retired, and Han Ling also felt that this publishing house was not very good.

"Which publisher really has no vision."

"People's Literature Publishing House."

Li Dong said with a smile. "Of course, 80% of the other big magazines won't want this article."

"What should I do? It's such a good thing, it's a pity not to publish it."

"Don't worry." Li Dong said with a smile. "It will be published soon."

"oh."

Han Ling handed the manuscript back to Li Dong, after all, it was not published, so it was not appropriate to take it back by herself. "I'll come and see it later."

"It's okay, take it back and see."

"Forget it, Li Dong, you won't publish the manuscript in the future, so you'd better not show it to others."

Han Ling said, "If you are not afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of something."

"Thank you for the reminder."

After seeing Han Ling off, Li Dong remembered that he was sitting next to him and was just copying articles, forgetting the lunch. "Dada, the rice has been prepared."

There is also a caring daughter who ate some lunch and ordered some food yesterday.

"Look, I forgot the New Year gift to you yesterday."

"I'll get it."

Li Dong handed Xiaojuan and Zhang Baosu a set of music box, new clothes, new shoes, and stationery. "Brother, what is this?"

"Music Box."

"Hey, why is the music box like this?"

Li Dong brought it before, but it was the simplest Taobao product at that time. Now the customized version is definitely different. Open it and a villain dances inside. If you look closely, you will find that this villain is very similar to Zhang Baosu.

"Hey, sister."

Zhang Baosu was a little confused when Xiaojuan suddenly called her sister, and waited to look along Xiaojuan's finger. "Is this little man me?"

"That's right."

"Su Su, this is what I have someone do as you do."

"So too."

"Thank you Dada."

Xiaojuan was happy and couldn't help but wonder if this music box would be very expensive. She felt a little sorry for the money. Although her father is not short of a wife now, she knew about her aunt and father. This is great, and her aunt is very good.
Chapter completed!