Re-select the life system

Chapter 14: Phone

The moment he saw the phone, Qin He withdrew from it with deep memories.

"You wait for me here, I'll make a call to the principal's office!"

After Qin He finished speaking, he walked to the school on crutches. Several children looked at each other in blank dismay. In the end, Yanzi trotted forward and supported Qin He.

Qin He didn't refuse either, he was in a really bad mood right now.

When he arrived at the principal's office, the door to the office was closed this time. Qin He knocked on the door and heard a sound from inside.

"Please come in!"

Qin He pushed away and entered.

The principal in the room is still sitting at the desk, but this time it is not clear if he is still copying Tang poems.

The principal raised his head and glanced at Qin He, obviously recognizing Qin He, he was a little puzzled and just about to speak, Qin He said ahead of time.

"Principal, it's nothing else. I want to ask if the phone in your office can make domestic long distance calls. I want to make a call. I'm not familiar with this area, and I haven't seen a public phone."

The headmaster glanced at the phone next to him before reacting.

"You can fight, it's okay, you can use it!"

In fact, making a phone call is quite a luxury for rural people in this era, especially in this remote town, where even Swallow has only heard of the phone.

Qin He thanked him, stepped forward to pick up the phone, and made a call skillfully.

This is the contact information of Zhiyin Magazine.

This is what Qin He just thought about on the way here. He has contributed to five magazines, but the most important ones are in the three magazines, Reader, Story Club, and Zhiyin.

He personally feels that his contribution should be in line with the style of Zhiyin magazine, and that Zhiyin magazine has the highest contribution fee, so he called the Zhiyin magazine, and if his manuscript was really accepted by Zhiyin magazine, then he should have no problem chasing the manuscript fee Bar?

Qin He was not in a hurry before, but today's humiliation made him realize the real use of money. He must change the status quo, change this family, and the articles in his mind can be turned into money.

The call was quickly connected, but it was an extension, and soon a male voice appeared inside.

"Hello, this is the editorial department of Zhiyin Magazine. What can I do for you?"

Hearing the connection, Qin He quickly corrected his attitude and spoke.

"Hello, I am a contributor. My pen name is Li Yuncong. It has been almost half a month since I sent the manuscript to your magazine. I would like to ask, has my manuscript been accepted?"

"Li Yuncong? You are such a gentleman. Please wait patiently. Generally, we will reply within one to three months for authors who submit articles. If you have not received a letter of acceptance for publication, it means that your manuscript has been rejected. So please be patient."

Hearing the very professional answer on the other side, Qin He was a little speechless, what the hell is this!

Qin He really wanted to put down the phone, but the reality told him that he still had to fight for it, so he said kindly again.

"It's like this, can you do me a favor? You can ask the editor who reviewed the manuscript recently, and tell me if you have received Li Yuncong's contribution. I believe that as long as the editor who has read my submission will definitely remember my pseudonym , I still have dozens of similar articles in my hand and I want to cooperate with the magazine, and I hope to get your reply as soon as possible, thank you!"

The person on the other side was a little hesitant when he heard Qin He's words, but quickly replied.

"Okay, sir, I will ask for you. I have other work now. If you have no other questions, I will work first!"

Qin He was a little discouraged when he heard the other party's reply without any fluctuation in tone, and finally gave a few words of advice before putting down the phone.

Putting down the phone, the bald principal asked curiously.

"Are you still contributing to the magazine? What kind of magazine is this?"

Qin He said helplessly.

"Friends Magazine!"

"Oh, bosom friend, I know, it's what, I seem to have bought it at home, my wife loves to read it, and I read Reader's Digest!"

Qin He smiled and did not respond. In general schools, magazines like readers can basically appear aboveboard, but magazines like Zhiyin are considered banned magazines, and many of the contents in them do not have a good influence on students.

Qin He thought about it, and decided to continue calling, this time calling Reader Magazine, and Qin He understood the phone call from Zhiyin Magazine very well.

Thousands of manuscripts are submitted every day. Many self-righteous authors feel that the magazine has no reply when they see that it is a problem with the magazine. Therefore, many extreme contributors want to ask the magazine why their submissions have not responded.

Generally, in this case, the staff of the magazine will definitely only reply professionally.

At this time, in the editorial department of Zhiyin magazine, Lao Cui couldn't put it down with the manuscripts in his hand. This author named Li Yuncong, in Lao Cui's impression, there seemed to be no famous writer with this name.

But after seeing the contact information left by Qin He, Lao Cui had the urge to contact him immediately. The most important thing was that it was still written in the letter.

I have already contributed eleven articles to Zhiyin Magazine, but currently I only have three articles in my hand. Lao Cui feels a glimmer of opportunity, if the author's subsequent articles can have this level.

After that, do I still need to worry about articles?Still worried about hot money?Will there still be a bonus?

Old Cui thought for a while, got up and walked towards the mail room.

After searching in the mail room for a long time, I didn’t see any other manuscripts by Li Yuncong. Lao Cui was a little absent-minded. He had already left work, and other colleagues were getting ready to go out for dinner one after another. asked.

"Old Cui, what's the matter? Is it a loss of money, or did I pay my wife too much public food last night? She seems absent-minded."

Lao Cui quickly came back to his senses, seeing his colleague's joke, Lao Cui suddenly thought, might those manuscripts have been taken away by his colleagues.

But looking at the looks of my colleagues, I guess they haven’t discovered this article called Li Yuncong yet.

Thinking of this, Old Cui had an idea and hurriedly replied.

"It's okay, I'm in a daze, I don't have an appetite today, you guys go to eat first, I'll smoke a cigarette before going!"

Seeing that several colleagues had already left, Lao Cui quietly walked to the workbench of his colleagues and began to look through the manuscripts that had not yet been reviewed.

I don’t know how long I was flipping through it. Suddenly, a manuscript with the sender Li Yuncong appeared in front of Lao Cui. Lao Cui’s eyes lit up and he quickly took out the thick letter. He flipped through it for a long time, but he didn’t see it. On the third submission letter, he suddenly heard the voices of his colleagues outside, and Lao Cui stopped.

Leaving the desks of colleagues, the colleagues could not help asking curiously when they saw that Lao Cui was still there.

"Brother Cui, don't you really want to eat? Don't get stomach problems from starvation!"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm going to eat now!"

Old Cui pretended nothing happened, put the letter in his drawer, and then went out.

Along the way, Lao Cui was a little excited. The sales of Zhiyin Magazine have been getting better and better over the years. In addition to the amazing articles, the editors also played a major role. Editors who can select popular articles among many manuscripts will naturally be rewarded by the magazine.

And those authors who can write blockbusters for a long time are even more favored by magazines. Lao Cui feels that if he has caught an author who can write blockbusters for a long time, his monthly bonus will not be appropriate in the future.

When he got to the mailroom, Old Cui suddenly had an idea. He thought that the author had said at the back of the manuscript that he was in difficulty and needed a sum of money for his parents to treat his illness as soon as possible. Would the author contact the magazine in advance?
After thinking about it for a while, Lao Cui opened a room where a young man was reading a magazine with relish, smoking a cigarette and drinking tea.

Old Cui coughed, moved the magazine opposite, saw that it was Old Cui, and suddenly said in surprise.

"Teacher Cui, what kind of wind has brought you here!"

"Xiao Gao, it's like this, do me a favor, if an author named Li Yuncong calls the magazine recently, please forward it to me!"

"Okay, okay, I'll send you some news!"

Old Cui nodded in satisfaction. He has worked in the magazine for so many years, so there is still some relationship. Old Cui took out the cigarette in his pocket and handed one to the young man.

I looked at my watch and felt that I was indeed a little hungry, so I said hello and prepared to leave.

The young man who suddenly lit a cigarette was stunned, thought for a while, and muttered to himself.

"Li Yuncong? Li Yuncong? Such a familiar name!"

"Oh, Teacher Cui, don't leave yet!"

(End of this chapter)