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Chapter 29, Han Chongqian
At No. 97 Qianmen West Street in Beijing, in the editorial office of Beijing Literature and Art, Wang Duoyu changed into new clothes and appeared in front of Zhou Yanru, looking refreshed.

The latter arranged a desk for him, explained the requirements for manuscript revision, and then ignored him.

Wang Duoyu spent the entire morning in the office revising the manuscript, but he was really slacking off and didn't finish it quickly.

It only took him two days to write a short story of 20,000 words. Changing the ending was even simpler. In fact, he didn't even need to come to the capital; he could just revise it at home.

Because he had originally designed two endings, but he just didn't submit the other version.

At noon, he went to a state-owned restaurant outside to have a quick meal, then took a stroll nearby, and returned to the office to work at a certain time.

It is normal to slack off in this era, let alone creating with a pen, as you can't write much at all.

Many people may not be able to write a thousand words in two hours, and twenty thousand words may take a week or even longer. However, Wang Duoyu can write 1,200 words in an hour.

Of course he could go faster, but if he did, his hands would probably cramp.

It was almost evening and the day was over, but Zhou Yanru didn't come to ask him if he had finished the revisions. Wang Duoyu wanted to report on the progress of the revisions, but the old lady left work even more punctually than him.

Okay, let’s talk about it tomorrow.

After get off work, Wang Duoyu did not return to Dafang Hutong immediately, but went for a stroll outside. After having dinner outside, he saw the Guixiangcun Food Store in Xidan again. Unfortunately, he did not have a ticket, otherwise, he would definitely buy something to take back.

At No. 3 Courtyard, Dafang Hutong, when he came back, Aunt Qian was actually waiting at the Chao Shou Arcade. When she saw him appear, she came forward to greet him and asked him if he had eaten.

When Aunt Qian learned that he had already eaten, she looked regretful and said, "My family left some food for you. Writer Wang, why are you so polite?"

Wang Duoyu had no choice but to give a polite yet awkward smile. The other party did not feel embarrassed either. She went back to her house to bring the reserved food, followed him into his room, put down her dishes, and chatted with him about family matters with a smile.

This auntie was really enthusiastic, but Wang Duoyu was very alert in his heart. He no longer wanted the sugar-coated bullets thrown by the other party. He had no choice yesterday, but he had learned his lesson today.

So he asked her to take the food back. He was still full, and if she really wanted to stay here, he would throw it away later.

"You're such a tall guy, you must eat more. Are you really going to fall down? You're such a jerk, kid! Don't you know that wasting food is shameful? You're a writer after all."

Seeing that Wang Duoyu was about to throw away the food, Aunt Qian was immediately distressed. She hurried forward to stop him and snatched the bowl of rice. At this moment, a young man walked in with a stack of manuscript paper in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Wang Duoyu came to his senses instantly, thinking that Aunt Qian’s true face was about to be revealed.

"Great writer, let me introduce you. This is my son, Han Chongqian. You can just call him Little Han."

Wang Duoyu: "..." The other person looked to be at least thirty years old, right? Even if not, he must be over twenty-five, definitely much older than him. But Aunt Qian actually asked him to call her son Xiao Han?

However, this young man named Han Chongqian was also dull and rigid, or as later generations would say, he was socially anxious. His mother asked him to call Wang Duoyu "Teacher Wang", but his face turned red and he couldn't even open his mouth. Aunt Qian was so angry that she slapped him on the shoulder twice.

Then Han Chongqian put down the manuscript, turned around and left without saying a word, turning Wang Duoyu into the emoticon package of "old man looking at his phone on the subway".

Aunt Qian cursed at her son's back, then turned to look at Wang Duoyu and said awkwardly:
"Excuse me, great writer, my son is just introverted and doesn't like to talk. Please don't be offended. The truth is, he loves writing, and this is his best piece. Could you please give it to your editor and say it's yours? How about that?"

Wang Duoyu already understood the other party's plan, but he did not touch the stack of manuscripts. He shook his head and said:
"Aunt Qian, these manuscripts can be submitted directly to the magazine. It's very simple and there's no need to go through so much trouble."

Not only did he help submit the manuscript, but he also wanted to use his name to submit the manuscript to increase the chances of it being accepted? Haha, this is pure wishful thinking. He said yesterday that even he needed to revise the manuscript, let alone Han Chongqian's manuscript?
Han Chongqian must have submitted a manuscript before, but it was definitely not approved. If his manuscript had been asked to be revised, it would have been saved or approved, and he probably wouldn't have been in the current situation.

All I can say is that Qiandama’s tricks are very sophisticated, but useless.

"Then can you help me change it?" Aunt Qian was still unwilling to give in, and made a second request, her eyes full of expectation.

There was no way. Her son was too introverted and couldn't do any job. If he could have been saved, she wouldn't have ended up like this. He had been brought up too well since he was a child.

When Han Chongqian went to the countryside to work, he almost couldn't come back because he was too introverted.

"Aunt Qian, it's not that I'm unkind. I have a lot of work to do myself, and I'm in a difficult situation right now. Helping your son revise the manuscript, not to mention that my level of skill is not enough to begin with, even if I had that level of skill, I wouldn't be able to do it. This manuscript is at least 10,000 to 20,000 words long, right? If I have the time to revise it, I might as well rewrite it myself."

"That's fine. I'll help you revise it after you finish revising your own manuscript. Thank you."

Aunt Qian was very smart. She said this and went out. Before leaving, she did not forget to close the door and did not even take the bowl of rice.

"Great maternal love, but..." Wang Duoyu saw clearly that Han Chongqian was spoiled by his parents, otherwise he would not have become like this.

She didn't let him be independent when he should have been, and insisted on raising him into a giant baby. Now he is in his twenties or thirties, but he still has to rely on his mother to take care of all these things. Alas.

Wang Duoyu was silent for a while, looking at the bowl of rice. He picked it up and walked out, and sent the rice back to Aunt Qian's house. He didn't take the manuscript back. Anyway, he didn't want to revise it, so he decided to talk about it in two days.

Aunt Zhang, Aunt Lu and other neighbors in the yard looked at this scene indifferently, secretly muttering in their hearts that Aunt Qian was crazy.

It is obvious that Wang Duoyu is a fake and can't help the neighbors in the yard at all. No matter how much investment is given to him, it will be useless.

Aunt Qian looked at the bowl of rice on the table, then looked at her son who was writing with his head down under a kerosene lamp, and couldn't help but sigh: I have it so hard!
(End of this chapter)