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"Haolin?" The receptionist blinked, repeated the name, then her eyes widened slowly, her professional smile replaced by surprise.

"Haolin? You're... the author of 'The Adventures of the Chen Family's Daughter in the Mountains and Seas'?"

This time, Chen Hao was stunned.

He didn't expect that anyone within the company would know his pen name.

"It's me. You know me?" Chen Hao asked with some curiosity.

"I know more than just know!" The receptionist's voice suddenly rose, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Teacher Haolin, your book 'The Adventures of the Chen Family's Daughter in the Mountains and Seas' is incredibly popular on our platform!"

Many of my colleagues, especially those with children, follow the updates every day and even discuss them!

Even our editor-in-chief has mentioned your name several times in meetings! I never imagined... you were so young!

She looked Chen Hao up and down, her face full of disbelief.

In her imagination, the author who could write such wonderful, childlike and educational fairy tales must be a gentle and refined middle-aged man, or an old man with a childlike heart.

I never expected that the real person would be a handsome young man who looked to be only in his early twenties!

Chen Hao was a little embarrassed by her reaction and smiled modestly.

"You flatter me, I'm just writing some short stories."

"That's no small story!" the receptionist said earnestly.

"My little nephew loves listening to this, and he asks his mother to read it to him every night."

He said that Sisi (the little girl in the story) was very smart and brave, and he wanted to be like Sisi.

Teacher Haolin, you are truly amazing!

As she spoke, she suddenly remembered something, hurriedly rummaged through the drawer and pulled out a small notebook and a pen, handing them to Chen Hao with both hands, her face filled with expectation and pleading:

"Um... Mr. Haolin, could... could you please sign my autograph? I... I'm a fan of yours too!"

Chen Hao found her nervous yet expectant expression both amusing and touching.

He never imagined that his work could influence specific individuals and turn a stranger into a "fan".

"Of course." Chen Hao took the notebook and pen.

After a moment's thought, he picked up his pen and wrote smoothly on a blank page of his notebook:

"May childlike innocence remain forever, and may happiness always accompany you. — Haolin."

Thanks to the "proficient" calligraphy skill granted by the system, these two characters were written with great flourish, possessing both the elegance and fluidity of running script and the beauty of structure, making them look very beautiful.

The receptionist took the notebook, glanced at it, and immediately exclaimed:

"Wow! Teacher Haolin, your handwriting is so beautiful! This signature... it's like a work of calligraphy!"

Chen Hao smiled and said, "Just write whatever you like."

"I love it! I love it so much! I'm going to keep it as a treasure!"

The receptionist hugged the notebook to her chest like it was a precious treasure, her face beaming with joy.

It took her a while to come to her senses. Remembering her job, she blushed and quickly apologized.

"Ah! I'm so sorry, I was so focused on getting autographs that I forgot about the important thing!"

"Mr. Haolin, you're here to see Editor Zhao, right? He told me you were coming today! I'll take you there right away!"

She quickly came out from behind the front desk and enthusiastically led Chen Hao to the right place:

"Mr. Haolin, this way please. Editor Zhao's workstation is in the editorial department area. I'll take you there."

Thank you for your trouble.

Chen Hao nodded and followed the excited receptionist into the company.

The receptionist led Chen Hao into the office area.

This is an open-plan office space divided into several workstations, each with a computer, books, and documents.

Some editors were reviewing manuscripts while staring at the screen, some were making phone calls, and some were discussing something in hushed tones. The atmosphere was busy but orderly.

The girl led Chen Hao through rows of workstations to a seat by the window.

There sat a young man who looked to be in his late twenties, wearing black-rimmed glasses and with a refined demeanor, intently typing on his computer screen.

"Editor Zhao!" the receptionist called out.

Zhao Ziming looked up at the sound, adjusted his glasses, saw the receptionist and then Chen Hao next to her, and a puzzled expression appeared on his face.

The receptionist turned to the side, pointed at Chen Hao, and raised her voice slightly with an excited smile:

"Editor Zhao, this is Mr. Haolin! He's here to meet with you to discuss some matters!"

Her voice wasn't particularly loud, but in the relatively quiet office area, it was loud enough for people at nearby workstations to hear clearly.

In an instant, several heads around him raised at the same time, and their eyes all turned to Chen Hao.

Those gazes held curiosity, surprise, scrutiny, and undisguised astonishment.

"Haolin? Is that the author of 'The Adventures of the Chen Family's Daughter in the Mountains and Seas'?"

"My God, so young? I thought he was at least in his thirties or forties..."

"Really? He's much more handsome than I imagined."

"Is that him? That newcomer with the phenomenal stats?"

"Shh, keep your voice down..."

Whispers could be faintly heard around them.

Clearly, the name "Haolin" and his works have already gained considerable recognition within the editorial department of Tongxin.com.

Zhao Ziming's reaction was more direct than that of his colleagues.

He paused for a moment, then suddenly stood up, his movement so fast that the chair slid back a little, making a slight scraping sound.

His face quickly filled with a warm and slightly respectful smile as he strode around the workstation and extended his hand to Chen Hao.

"Teacher Haolin! Oh my, it's true... I didn't expect you to be so young! It's a pleasure to meet you! I'm Zhao Ziming, and I've been communicating with you online before."

Zhao Ziming clenched his fist tightly, revealing his inner excitement.

Chen Hao also extended his hand and shook hands with him, a gentle smile on his face:

"Hello, Editor Zhao. I'm Chen Hao, 'Haolin' is my pen name. I'm so grateful for your continued support; it's great to finally meet you today."

"Oh, not at all, it's because your work is so good!" Zhao Ziming said repeatedly, then remembered that the receptionist was standing next to him, and quickly nodded to her.

"Xiaoling, thank you."

"You're welcome! You're welcome!"

The receptionist, Xiaoling, smiled and waved, then secretly glanced at Chen Hao before turning and leaving, satisfied.

Zhao Ziming withdrew his gaze and gestured for Chen Hao to proceed.

"Professor Haolin, this way please. Let's talk in the meeting room. It's too crowded here, it's not convenient."

"it is good."

Chen Hao followed Zhao Ziming, and under the watchful eyes of many editors, they passed through the office area and arrived at a small, simply furnished meeting room.

There was a round table, several chairs, and a small water dispenser in the reception room.

Zhao Ziming closed the door, immediately shutting out the noise outside.

He warmly invited Chen Hao to sit down, then went to the water dispenser, filled a disposable paper cup with warm water, and placed it in front of Chen Hao.