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When Zhang Cheng opened the email, he saw the words Fanchen Publishing House.

"Fantasy Publishing House, Fanchen Publishing House..."

Zhang Cheng silently chanted the name of this publishing house in his heart. He always felt as if he had heard the name of this publishing house somewhere, but he just couldn't remember it.

At the beginning of the email, it was to introduce the advantages of Fanchen Publishing House. Of course, Zhang Cheng ignored these directly.

But the most critical information is that the publishing house needs photos of the front and back of its ID card and the account number of the bank card.

Zhang Cheng entered them one by one, then clicked send to send the email.

It was already 11:30 noon when Zhang Cheng finished all this, and it was time for lunch.

However, the employees of Fanchen Publishing House in Jinkou Hutong are still walking around in and out, as if for them, there is no quarter of an hour to stop to take a breath and drink a sip of water.

Because Lao Zheng didn't sleep all night, the editor-in-chief Chen Shiyu assigned him some tasks just now, which caused his eyelids to blink like lead.

"Ding, you have a new email, please check it carefully!"

A low electronic sound came from the computer.

Zheng Yongjie seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water, his eyelids rolled up and his eyes widened.

I clicked on the email and saw that it was indeed the email from the person named Zhuge.

Among them are his detailed home address, ID photo and bank card information.

Lao Zheng's tired eyes suddenly came back to life.

After finishing this matter, he will be promoted soon, and he will not be doing the hardest and tiring work by himself.

Thinking of these things, Zheng Yongjie felt even more grateful for the person who called Zhuge to stop him.

He quickly copied and sent these documents to Chen Shiyu's editor's mailbox.

Then he knocked on the editor-in-chief's office door quickly.

"Please come in!"

"Editor-in-Chief, did you see what I just sent to your computer?"

"See, it's just..."

Editor-in-Chief Chen hesitated to speak, with a hint of doubt on his face.

Zheng Yongjie couldn't help feeling agitated when he saw it. This shouldn't be a normal expression, shouldn't it be an excited expression?It's better to treat him to a hot pot meal at night?
He tentatively asked, "Editor-in-Chief, who is this?"

"It's all right." Editor-in-Chief Chen Shiyu shook his head, but frowned again, and said, "I always feel like I've seen this person before when I look at the photo on the ID card."

"You know?"

He breathed a sigh of relief, afraid that the old editor-in-chief was unhappy.

"It doesn't seem to be called acquaintance, it just feels like deja vu... Sigh, people get old and their memory deteriorates. Many people forget many things in a few days."

Chen Shiyu took a sip of tea, and then remembered that there was still a piece of paper in the drawer.

Lao Zheng said: "Editor Chen, I think it's better for us to contact the editor-in-chief of Fengyun News as soon as possible.
"Yes, yes, right now, the most important task now is to get in touch quickly. It would be best to serialize this "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" on the Metropolitan Morning Post tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Is it too late?"

Zheng Yongjie said with a wry smile, when he entered this industry, he also knew some inside information. Generally, articles submitted to newspapers are always delayed for a few days before publication, but now the editor-in-chief actually said that it will be published tomorrow...

Chen Shiyu found the mailbox of Cao Yong, the editor-in-chief of Fengyun Newspaper, and then sent Zhang Cheng's ID information and the first three chapters of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" to the other party's mailbox.

He immediately picked up the public landline next to him and called Cao Yong.

In about ten seconds or so, the call was connected.

"Hey, Lao Cao, have you seen the manuscript I just sent you?"

"Let me tell you, you have to publish it on the Metropolitan Morning Post tomorrow. Don't say that it's impossible to achieve, just read the content of the book I sent you, it's absolutely worth it!"

"This is the dawn of our Mortal Group!"

……

"Well, okay, that's it."

Chen Shiyu hung up the phone.

Chen Shiyu was still worried, so he quickly called another old editor of Fengyun News, and explained the ins and outs in the same way.

Zheng Yongjie saw that editor-in-chief Chen was more concerned than himself, and knew how shocking this manuscript would be to the literary world.

Fengyun Publishing House is a well-established publishing house.

Usually, the average daily submission volume is about [-]. You must know that with such a huge base, they will only select about [-] articles for publication in the end.

In other words, only one out of a hundred shares is taken. What a cruel competition this is.

Therefore, Fengyun Newspaper is also a well-known graveyard for newcomers in the industry.

The pass rate is several tens of percentage points lower than others.

But because of his excellent channels, many authors still flock to him.

Cao Yong has been working in this Fengyun newspaper for about 15 years, and he can be regarded as a veteran of this newspaper.

He is watching this newspaper step by step from nobody cares about it to being famous all over the world.

After receiving a call from Chen Shiyu, Cao Yong looked at his watch. It was time for lunch, so he put the manuscript sent by Chen Shiyu aside.

If he is really in a hurry like Chen Shiyu, Cao Yong is afraid that he will lose ten years of life.

He is getting ready to go out from his office.

At this time, another editor-in-chief came in with a copy.

This is also an old editor with 12 years of experience, and what he says in the newspaper is very important.

"Old Liu, it's already dinner time, why don't you go to eat now?"

Cao Yong is a person who will die if he does not eat a meal. His life creed is to read good books and eat delicious food.

Old Liu pulled his face away and said, "That old fellow Chen Shiyu asked me to read the manuscript."

"What? He didn't call me?"

"He knew you would procrastinate, so he asked me to come and see."

When Lao Liu said this, the look on his face was quite a bit of complaint.

"This hot-tempered old man really can't afford to delay for a quarter of an hour!"

Cao Yong shook his head helplessly, and didn't want to make it difficult for Lao Liu, so he compromised and said, "Well, I can only read this manuscript first and then go eat. I heard that a Dezhuang hotpot restaurant opened here recently. It tastes pretty good."

"Okay, after reading the manuscript, go out and have a good meal!"

Old Liu's frown was finally relaxed.

The two of them clicked on this manuscript called The Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

Originally, they watched it with a little helplessness.

But after reading Chapter 1,

Cao Yong and Lao Liu began to look at each other.

"Old Liu, this Chapter 1 is well written, very culturally literate, this author. And have you noticed that this novel is obviously much more interesting than other Three Kingdoms novels?"

"Yeah, I can only use one word to say: obedience. I only capitalize the word obedience to this Zhuge author."

"In today's society, there are not many people who can write such literary novels!"

"Let's take a look at the next two chapters. After all, it's just the first chapter and it doesn't have much reference value."

…………

When they finished reading the three chapters in one go, and found that there was nothing left behind, they actually had an itchy feeling in their hearts, as if they were worried about gains and losses.

"Old Cao, what kind of novels do you think we read before? Compared with this book, it is like one in the sky and the other in the ground!"

"Who said no? No wonder that strange old man Chen Shiyu is so anxious. By the way, didn't he say that we should publish it on the Metropolitan Morning Post tomorrow? In my opinion, this book can be published in a large format. Let's serialize!"

"That's for sure!"

Cao Yong was happier than winning 100 million yuan in the lottery. It was already twelve o'clock, but he didn't feel hungry at all!
And Zhang Cheng, who caused the commotion, was whistling in the bathroom at home, bathing his puppy Samo.

After today, the holidays will be over.

As soon as Zhang Cheng remembered that he would see Li Xiumei's hateful face again when he went to class tomorrow, he already felt all sorts of upset in his heart.

Taking advantage of her son's little fame, Li Xiumei is domineering everywhere in the school, which makes Zhang Cheng very disgusted.

In the evening, when he returned to Sister Li's restaurant, Zhang Cheng found that Sister Li was still not staying at home, and he no longer knew where to go.

But when he walked to the door of the store, he found a piece of paper hooked on the iron sheet with words written on it.

"Sister Li has some things to deal with recently, so she won't be in the restaurant recently, you have to be obedient by yourself, and you must abstain from your appetite. Oh, by the way, there are food in the refrigerator, you are hungry You can take it out and cook it in my kitchen, but I have stated in advance that food costs money! When I came back, I found something missing, but I will settle the bill with you! Ah, there is one more important thing, remember two days I’m going to disinfect my hotel once, you know? If I smell something weird in the hotel when I come back, the rent will double!!”

Zhang Cheng can assure you that he finished reading these overlord treaties with his face full of black lines.

"Good for you!"

Zhang Cheng complained.

But be ruthless, but Sister Li has always taken care of him, and Zhang Cheng is not an ungrateful person, so he will do everything from disinfection and sanitation.

At this time, there was already a closed sign on the iron rolling door at the entrance of the restaurant, but this wooden sign made Zhang Cheng suddenly feel uneasy.

I always feel like there's something going on in there.

He took out the key to the back door from his trouser pocket. The back door of the restaurant is the back door, and the kitchen is inside the back door. As soon as you leave the kitchen, you can see a wooden staircase. Going up the stairs is the place where he and Sister Li live.

Cough, don't get it wrong, they live in two separate rooms, and there is a corridor between them!

Looking at the lonely corridor, Zhang Cheng felt a little uncomfortable. He hadn't seen Sister Li for several days, and Zhang Cheng felt that he still missed her.