Reborn 1990: I made my cannon fodder father into the richest man

This thickness is obviously not the thickness of a few pieces of letter paper when I mail it.

I walked home with the letter in my hand, and when I opened it, I saw a remittance slip with a stamp on it. You need to bring your household registration book or ID card to a designated bank to withdraw money.

There is also a piece of letter paper. He claims to be the editor of "Martial Arts Dream" magazine. His surname is Chen. He has some questions about the works Duan Jiajia sent and wants to contact him by phone. There is also a contact number on the letter paper.

Duan Jiajia is not that confident that she can finish the draft in one go.

In fact, the 90s and [-]s can be said to be a time when all walks of life bloomed across the country.

Especially the literary and artistic circles.

There are many good works.

Duan Jiajia could only say that her own imagination may have taken advantage of her, but her sophistication in essay writing and her pungent look at human nature were far inferior to those famous writers of this period. She was far behind!

Seeing that it was still early, Duan Jiajia also wanted to know what issues the magazine had to discuss about his work. He stuffed the envelope into his bag and ran out of the courtyard in a hurry.

We also met Fubao and his daughter at the door.

Fu Bao's mother was carrying a small black leather bag. The moment she saw Duan Jiajia, she frowned: "Jiajia is becoming more and more rude. She doesn't even say hello to her elders when she sees her."

Fu Bao said nothing.

She had been scolded by Duan Jiajia too many times, and knowing how sharp-tongued Duan Jiajia was, she didn't want to be unhappy.

But seeing Duan Jiajia not paying attention to them, out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of someone in Old Man Huang's house across the street, and subconsciously said to his mother, "Maybe something happened to Jiajia! I think she seems to have a good relationship with Sui Jiali this summer vacation. I'm signing up today." It was Sui Jiali who accompanied her to school."

"Sui Jiali?" Fu Bao's mother suddenly raised her eyebrows, as if facing a formidable enemy: "That is not a good child, she is a famous crazy girl. How did Jiajia get involved with such a person? Fu Bao, You should stay away from Jiajia from now on, so as not to get involved in anything."

Fu Bao's mother's voice is not quiet, and anyone who is still in the courtyard can hear it clearly.

Fu Bao lowered his head and raised the corners of his lips slightly. When he raised his head again, he looked embarrassed.

"Don't think your mother's words are harsh. Your father and I are the only daughter, and you are our heartache. If something happens, nothing can be exchanged for it or changed. As for Duan Jiajia, she has her father. What!" Fu Bao's mother thought she was very reasonable and said to her daughter: "I don't know what the Duan family was thinking, but they sold their jobs. It was just because they bought the house, otherwise who would dare to sell it? Job sold?”

Fu Bao's mother said the next words very softly, but Fu Bao still heard her.

Her eyes lit up for a moment.

When I went home, I turned around and took a look at the door of Duan's house.

Uncle Duan is no longer a formal worker. Will Duan Jiajia have to live a hard life?

Such a little thought made Fu Bao unconsciously show a proud and proud look when he looked at the Duan family's door again.

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It is said to be a bank, but actually the bank and post office of the forest farm are in the same room, just separated into two different windows.

There is also a row of shelves on the wall near the post office, with telephones placed on them.

Duan Jiajia first withdrew more than 200 yuan using a deposit receipt, and then turned around to call Editor Chen.

Editor Chen, who had been waiting for the call for more than half a week, was very anxious.

Many people in the magazine knew that Editor Chen had discovered a talent, one that they all looked down upon.

As for whether this seedling is good or bad, it depends on its later performance.

"Xiao Chen, look at you, you can't sleep well these days. Some authors are like this. They make a little money and run away, without even thinking about the long-term success!"

The person who spoke was an old man, whom the editor-in-chief hired from another magazine.

It is said that when I came, I brought with me several famous authors of martial arts novels, as well as a bunch of author lists, all of which I got from my previous employer.

Editor Yang usually talks politely to him.

Editor Chen could only smile dryly and nod, in agreement with what the other party said.

He was also very worried about whether things were really like what the other person said. He wrote an article, made a fortune and ran away.

If this is the case, the editor may take this article down.

The loss of more than 200 yuan is nothing to the entire magazine, but it is very significant to Editor Chen.He failed to succeed this time, and it will definitely be even more difficult to find Editor Yang in the future.

I am worrying!

He heard a colleague at the front desk suddenly call his name: "Xiao Chen, there is a person named Duan Jiajia looking for you."

Editor Chen has almost memorized the names Duan Jiajia and Lu Xiu in the past few days.

When I heard Duan Jiajia's name, I jumped up from my chair. I was so excited that my voice broke: "My, my, my! He's my author!"

Editor Chen's reaction also made the senior who just lectured a little embarrassed.

Editor Chen can't control so much now. The most important thing for him is Duan Jiajia!

The content of the phone call was actually very simple. It was mainly about whether the short story could be developed into a feature.

Duan Jiajia was not surprised that he would be seen out, but he did not expect that the other party would contact him about this issue so quickly.

Duan Jiajia felt a little excited and quickly expressed that it could indeed be developed into a feature length novel.

In her previous life, before she could clearly see the face of the rich second-generation leader, she had considered and planned this martial arts work for a medium-length novel.

Who made that rich second-generation editor-in-chief so annoying? The magazine stopped not long after Duan Jiajia resigned, so Duan Jiajia did not continue writing.

There wasn’t much discussion with Editor Chen. According to Editor Yang, I still hope to see Duan Jiajia continue this story.

As for the new column that Editor Yang has in mind, Duan Jiajia doesn't know about it yet, even if he hasn't told Editor Chen yet.

Editor Chen was also very excited when he saw Duan Jiajia's voice, and struck a chord while the iron was hot: "Ms. Duan, you can actually sign a long-term contract with us. In this way, the manuscript fee will be increased a little more. It will be more convenient for our magazine to cooperate, right?"

As long as Duan Jiajia is willing to sign the contract, Editor Chen is no longer a polished commander, and he can naturally follow the progress of Duan Jiajia's novel.

Duan Jiajia didn't refuse, but she didn't agree either. She just said, "Why don't you send the contract for me to take a look at first?"

"Can't Miss Duan come to the magazine? We can reimburse the travel expenses." Editor Chen still wants to fight for it, so that we can have a better conversation by meeting!

What if Duan Jiajia suddenly regrets the phone call and mailing of the contract?

Just when Editor Chen was still struggling with how to formulate words to persuade Duan Jiajia to come to the magazine, he heard the female voice on the other end of the receiver say: "But I have just started school, so I am really embarrassed."

Editor Chen was a little surprised, but he was able to hold on.

Submissions from college students account for a large proportion of the manuscripts they receive every month.

"The university has just started. You can actually take a day or two off. I see where you are..." Before Editor Chen finished, he thought of Duan Jiajia's address.

Whose university will be built in a forest farm?