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 party spoke first, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.
Qiao Rong smiled and said: "Old Wu, I thought of you with something good, so you should thank me properly later.
Lao Wu asked: "What a good thing?"
Tell me and listen
If it's really a good thing, thank you.
Qiao Rong said: "I introduced you to a big shot. I just gave him your phone number. He may contact you later. You have to be prepared."
Old Wu perked up, but still didn't believe it: "What kind of big shot? Big writer? Do you know him? Do you want to serialize it?
Qiao Rong works in a publishing house, and he does often deal with writers. Of course, these writers not only publish books, but also publish some short and medium-length stories, 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 story that he wanted to serialize. He asked me where it would be suitable to serialize it, so I recommended it to you."
"Zhang Tan?!" Old Wu's voice raised a few degrees over there, and he asked urgently, "Is it the Zhang Tan you have been responsible for publishing singles? The screenwriter Zhang Tan?"
Qiao Rong said: "Yes, it's Mr. Zhang. Lao Wu, you must seize the opportunity.
Old Wu quickly agreed: "Mr. Qiao, don't worry, I will serve Mr. Zhang well. I also want to thank you for your recommendation. Let's go out and sit down tonight. We haven't chatted for a long time."
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 right away so that this big stone in his heart would 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?
Old 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 recognize it. come out.
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'm Wu Kezhong."
A male voice came from the opposite side: "Hello, Editor Wu
I’m 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's mind 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, and he has seen them himself. The annual salon gathering gathers the well-known 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 trilogy of Is and Suspicion, he did not publish any more books, nor did he write any literary works until
Now, that's why I get too excited.
After he calmed down, he logged into his mailbox and checked the science fiction novella "The Wandering Earth" that Zhang Tan was about 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 came with works. As soon as he opened them, he 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 Wandering Earth" and read it carefully.
Zhang Tan is suspected to be a good writer, but he has never seen anyone who 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!
Old Wu couldn't move after reading this. 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 are you looking at? The article 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 similar experiences. They all love stories.
In the municipal party committee compound, Xiaobai and others were walking around with Liu Changjiang and his party. Seeing that the time had reached eleven o'clock, Xi'er reminded Xiaobai that he had to go back and help his aunt cook.
But Xiaobai was unmoved and thought Xier was stupid.
She wanted to be lazy, but Zhang Mingxue would not let her go. He called and urged them to go back quickly and help her cook, otherwise everyone would be hungry at noon.
Xiaobai reluctantly went home. Zhang Mingxue was sitting in the corridor in front of the yard. When he saw them, he immediately waved to them and asked them to go to the kitchen together.
If the children don't come back, she won't get angry. There will be no one left, Xiaobai muttered.
Suddenly, Zhang Mingxue noticed Xiao Xiaobai’s pants and called her over: “What’s wrong with your pants?
Xiao Xiaobai smiled awkwardly, looked down at his pants and said, "My pants got dirty accidentally. It was raining outside and there was a lot of water."
Zhang Mingxue said angrily: "Your pants are too tight! Did you jump into a puddle?"
Xiao Xiaobai was startled and shook his head quickly, not daring to admit it.
But Zhang Mingxue is not a police officer. There is no need to verify whether she really jumped into the puddle. As long as she thinks so, that's it.
She pinched Xiao Xiaobai's cheek and said, "Go and change into a pair of pants first. Don't wear these. Take them off and wash them off.
Little Bai asked in confusion: "Auntie, do you want to help me wash my underwear?"
Zhang Mingxue said: "I won't wash it. If you make it dirty, you can wash it yourself, or you can ask your aunt to wash it.
