Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Chapter 138
Wang Guangnian, who was about to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes, stopped when he saw Wang Zihao delivering the manuscript to Xu Yixin, and stared curiously at the manuscript in Xu Yixin's hand.

"Mom, help me hand it over to the editor of your publishing house, and see if your publishing house dares to publish it for me." Wang Zihao said.

"Published?" Xu Yixin glanced at the manuscript suspiciously.

The words on the manuscript are densely packed.

Pharaoh had a headache when he saw it.

The elder brother is getting old, he doesn't want to plant trees, he just wants to enjoy the shade.

Reading can change the world, leave it to young people.

It’s not that he thinks that young people’s studies are useless. Some people, through short-sighted calculations, believe that long-term study and education are not proportional to immediate short-term returns.

But the reality is that education is always the best "track" to ensure that individuals complete their identity transformation, and it is also the most realistic basis for the so-called "counterattack".

People like Lao Wang have worked hard for most of their lives, and their lives have already entered another stage. Taking care of their family, taking care of themselves, and not hindering their sons is the greatest contribution at this stage.

Looking at the manuscript, Xu Yixin didn't feel any headache. She was a financial person. Compared with the boring numbers and formulas, this manuscript looks beautiful, simple and cute.

"Well, this kind of manuscript can't be published online. You can only find out the publishing house, and the publishing house can only post it online after it has been gilded." Wang Zihao said.

"Then I have to read it." Like Liu Qianqian, Xu Yixin couldn't read books like "Shading the Sky".

In her opinion, physical books are the symbol of culture and the embodiment of wisdom.

"Mom, take a look. I'm busy in the study, why call me." After speaking, Wang Zihao walked towards the study.

Today he bought two microphones, one for Whisper of the Wind and one for home use.

Both sides have to be installed to facilitate coding.

Lao Wang went to the kitchen to wash the pots and dishes, and Xu Yixin read the manuscript given by his son.

After only watching the beginning, Xu Yixin was a little shocked.

Is it that big?

No wonder my son said, let's see if your publishing house dares to publish it.

The publishing house dared to publish too many words, but the subject matter of this book by my son was too high-level, and Xu Yixin felt a little terrified after reading it.

Did the son learn anything from his girlfriend Xu Siqian?

It looks like it's real.

If it wasn't for the manuscript given by her son, Xu Yixin wouldn't have read this kind of novel.

But when she saw it, she was fascinated.

The stories are interlocking, the plot twists and turns are surprising, and the scenes are shocking.

Who is the big fish behind?
But look at it, it's gone!
Lao Wang had already cleaned up the kitchen, swiped his phone on the balcony, and smoked leisurely.

This life is becoming more and more hopeful.

I have a long vacation at the end of the month, and take my wife out for a trip to make up for the life I missed in the past ten years.

In this life, I have nothing to do, and I can only rely on the father to rely on the son.

The son said that next month, the family's mortgage will be fully repaid.

This mountain will finally be moved away.

No, Lao Wang prefers to use "smashing" to describe it, otherwise he will be puzzled.

After paying off the mortgage, he must get drunk.

Just as he was dreaming of a bright future, he saw Xu Yixin put down the manuscript, rubbed his eyes, then picked it up again, and walked towards the study, with a hint of worry in his joy.

After thinking about it, Pharaoh went back to the house.

Clean up some housework, so that when my wife comes out, she will say that he is lazy and has nothing to do.

in the study.

After the voice coding, Wang Zihao found that his brain became more flexible and his speech became more agile.

It's just a bit throaty.

While modifying the content of the phonetic codeword, Xu Yixin came in.

Wang Zihao looked at the time, it was more than an hour.

"It's over." Putting the manuscript on the table, Xu Yixin pulled an empty chair aside and sat down.

"Mom, how is it?" Wang Zihao asked with a smile.

Looking at her son, Xu Yixin realized for the first time that his son had really grown up.

She has experienced many lives outside her sight.

Most of her impressions of her son were the one who didn't have teeth yet, who often grinned at her with a pure and healing smile, and who always ate with his fingers.

It seems that in the blink of an eye, my son has grown so big.

When she was just born, she could hold her little son firmly with one palm.

Her little son is everything to her.

She would not trade the whole world.

Now, her son has grown taller than her, even taller than Lao Wang.

"The artistic content is very high." Xu Yixin laughed.

Wang Zihao was surprised: "Mom, the writing style of this book is very average."

Xu Yixin shook her head: "Art is not just a collection of rhetoric, but a reflection of society and human nature."

As she spoke, she looked at the manuscript.

So far, the one who impressed her the most in the book is Lao Zhao, the "farmer's son" who was in the countryside when he was a child, and loved to see the harvested crops.

He was afraid of poverty, and when he saw the banknotes, it was like seeing wheat, with golden waves of wheat, and he felt at ease.

But Lao Zhao is a person who makes people hate and sympathize with him. With more than 900 million yuan, he dare not spend a penny, and he dare not live in a luxury house.

Until he was arrested, he was still living in the dilapidated old building. The furniture seemed to be bought when he got married, and the dirt was so dusty.

He only dared to send 80 yuan a month to his 300-year-old mother for living expenses.

He is not a devil, nor is he born a bad person, he is a man of flesh and blood, living beside ordinary people.

"So, have you read this book?" Wang Zihao asked.

Xu Yixin smiled and nodded: "I have read a lot of books published by the publishing house, but they are far less shocking than the one I have read."

Wang Zihao smiled and said, "Mom, you want to say that the scale is a bit big, don't you?"

Xu Yixin hesitated a little, and said: "The editor who reviewed the manuscript has a good relationship with me. I remember she said that this kind of novel, the villain... So far, it's fine, and I can't go any further. Going up, it's a decision. not allowed."

Wang Zihao nodded: "I know, it only involves this level, and it won't go any higher."

"Okay, I'll see if my editor colleague is free tomorrow. If she is free, I'll ask her out to read the manuscript." After all, Xu Yixin is not a professional editor, and she thinks it looks good, but it doesn't mean that the public also thinks it looks good.

The editor's vision is the most professional, and they can better represent the public.

the next day.

Xu Yixin's colleague didn't have anything special today. Hearing that there was a good manuscript, he immediately agreed to come out to meet Xu Yixin.

The location is a well-known coffee shop in Lanxiu City.

If the manuscript is passed, the editor has performance and commission.

Young people seem to need money the most, because they need to get married and buy a house.

But in fact, when people reach middle age, they need money even more.

Because young people can not buy a house, get married or have children, but middle-aged people, after getting married, have children...

What else can I do?
If you don’t have a house, you have to buy it, and if you don’t have enough food, clothing, housing and transportation for your children, you have to work hard to earn it.

Life pushes them forward, and they can't stop for a moment.

(End of this chapter)