When luck comes, it cannot be stopped.
Wen Dongrong not only had his manuscripts approved, but he also had two of them approved in one go.
One of his commentary submissions was noticed by the evening paper, and the editor said it would be published in the evening paper's supplement tomorrow.
Newspapers are time-sensitive. Once the manuscript is approved, it will be published quickly. There will be no backlog of manuscripts. Not to mention a month or two like magazines, even if it is delayed for one or two days, the news may have passed its peak!
Another manuscript was actually noticed by the famous editor of "Zhiyin". The editor of "Zhiyin" pointed out several details in Wen Dongrong's manuscript in an email, and said frankly that if he made timely revisions, it would be published next month.
Manuscripts that are noticed by the evening paper can receive royalties quickly.
Manuscripts that are noticed by "Zhiyin" can get very high royalties.
There is no way. The circulation of "Zhiyin" is too large and the readership is also large. Although many stories are very bloody and outrageous from Lao Wen's aesthetic point of view, readers still like them!
The basic remuneration for "Zhiyin" magazine is 1,000 yuan per thousand words. A manuscript of several thousand words can get several thousand yuan in remuneration.
Wen Dongrong himself did not expect that although the other manuscripts were rejected, one was published in the evening paper and another was published in Zhiyin!
Two drafts have already been approved, and there will naturally be more drafts approved in the future, which means there will be a steady stream of royalties. Thinking of this, Wen Dongrong laughed out loud while sitting in his study.
“I’m so awesome.”
The reason why my manuscripts were not accepted before was that I didn’t master the skills. But with a little guidance, I was able to easily get my manuscripts accepted by even a big magazine like "Zhiyin"!
Wen Dongrong immediately thanked the editor who gave him guidance on QQ.
He is a person who always speaks very nicely when he asks for help, and the editor was very happy because of him.
"Your writing skills are indeed profound. It takes years of accumulation to have such a burst of inspiration in such a short period of time!"
Facing the editor's praise, Wen Dongrong accepted it calmly. Most people really don't have his writing skills... Of course, when chatting with the editor on QQ, Wen Dongrong still said a few humble words.
Not knowing how to calm down his excitement, Wen Dongrong decided to go to the kitchen to find something to eat. When he opened the door of the study, he saw Wen Ying sitting on the sofa.
"Hey, when did you come back?"
"I've been back for a while. What were you doing in the study? Didn't you hear me open the door?"
Wen Ying stretched her neck to look. Wen Dongrong was typing with great force. Wen Ying could hear the keyboard tapping sounds in the living room. It was intermittent and never stopped. She suspected that Old Wen was chatting online in the study again!
Wen Dongrong closed the door of the study room and said, "What can I do in the study room? Of course, I can handle work matters."
Wen Ying was sharp-eyed and had already seen the QQ chat page on the computer screen. Although she couldn't see clearly what was being talked about, Lao Wen's lies were exposed - Lao Wen seemed to be really addicted to online chatting recently. Could it be that what she thought?
Wen Ying was struggling over whether to cross the line and pry into Lao Wen's privacy, but Lao Wen had already gone to the kitchen with his hands behind his back, humming a song.
Wen Ying felt that she couldn't blame herself for having wild thoughts. Old Wen looked so happy that it really seemed like he had a second spring in his life!
That night, Wen Dongrong cooked as usual. Wen Ying volunteered to help, peeling garlic and chopping onions. Wen Dongrong even sent her downstairs to buy seasonings. After Wen Ying finished everything, probably straightening out Wen Dongrong's hair, she tentatively asked him, "Dad, are you still going to support poor students?"
"Of course I will, but you don't have to pay me. I'll pay for it myself in the future."
"You gave all your salary to my mother..."
"Then I have other money, you don't have to worry about it."
Wen Dongrong was as stubborn as iron, and Wen Ying couldn't help but think of the "new way to make money" mentioned by her uncle-in-law Deng Shangwei.
Alas, in other families it is the parents who worry about their children, but in Wen Ying's family it is the opposite.
Wen Ying is afraid that Lao Wen will lose his mind and make emotional mistakes, and she is also afraid that Lao Wen will make financial mistakes at work. What is even more frightening is that sometimes these two mistakes go hand in hand. Otherwise, how can it be called a "power-for-sex transaction"!
The brain waves of the plastic father and daughter are not connected. Wen Dongrong, who was humming a song while cooking, had no idea what Wen Ying was thinking. He cooked several dishes with great care and opened a bottle of wine during the meal. It seemed that he was in the mood to drink tonight.
Now not only Wen Ying was suspicious, even Chen Ru was puzzled: "Why are you so happy? Did you win the lottery?"
Wen Dongrong smiled and shook his head. "Why would I buy lottery tickets? No matter what kind of lottery it is, it's all so illusory. I've only ever seen news reports about people winning big prizes somewhere, but have you ever seen anyone win one around you? The probability is too small. I don't believe in it. I've always been down-to-earth. I only earn real money..."
——You have always been prone to feeling dizzy!
Chen Ru didn't agree with Wen Dongrong's words: "If you didn't buy it, then you didn't buy it. What's the point of you saying a lot when I ask you a few questions? More work and less boasting is what makes you more practical."
Wen Dongrong choked.
Wen Dongrong thought his wife would ask a few more questions, so that he could announce the good news of the manuscript being approved at the dinner table. However, Chen Ru did not follow the usual practice and turned around to ask Wen Ying to eat more food:
"Ignore your dad. You're almost done eating. Go mind your own business."
"Oh, sure."
Wen Ying obediently buried her head in her meal.
Manager Chen is very observant. No matter what tricks Lao Wen has up his sleeve, they will be discovered by Manager Chen sooner or later.
While eating, Wen Ying lit a candle for Old Wen in her heart.
She has reminded him several times that if Lao Wen doesn't listen, he can't blame her, his daughter, for not saving him!
Wen Dongrong muttered to himself: "Hey, cooking is also very hard for me..."
In Chen Ru's words, it's only natural for Lao Wen to cook more meals now. He used to be so chauvinistic that he wouldn't even step into the kitchen after work. Why should Chen Ru do all the housework when both he and his wife are at work?
Chen Ru has now come to her senses.
A man who says he wants to "focus on his career" and forget about everything else? No way!
Wen Dongrong is busy at work, and Chen Ru is even busier.
Working in a bank is all about performance. The better the performance, the higher the income. Chen Ru transferred all the energy that she used to use for housework to work. Sure enough, the performance got better and better, and Chen Ru's own career flourished.
Wen Dongrong is now doing housework, which Chen Ru sees as "paying back a debt". If it's just paying back a debt, what's there to praise him for?
Wen Dongrong was very disappointed by Chen Ru's indifference.
The wine in my mouth became tasteless.
Why not ask?
Just ask him again and he will tell you!
Wen Ying put down the bowl, "Dad, let me tell you——"
Wen Dongrong turned his head instantly, full of anticipation. Wen Ying coughed lightly and said, "The fish you cooked today is a bit too salty."
“…”
Wen Dongrong waved his hand angrily: "Go away, it's too salty, drink more water!"
"You have to accept other people's opinions."
"I don't accept it!"
Wen Dongrong was furious.
I was angry after dinner, I was still angry after washing the dishes, I was still angry after washing up and lying in bed at night. I was like a puffer fish holding its breath.
Seeing Chen Ru enter the room, Wen Dongrong couldn't help but jump up from the bed: "Come with me to the study, I have something to show you!"
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