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A few days later, Ye Zhaozhao was tidying up her vegetable garden at home. Gu Yunduan had brought her some flowers a few days earlier.
She planted them around the wall, and looking at the flowers made her feel much better.
Hearing the postman calling her, she hurriedly went out, took the letter, and returned to her room.
It was a letter from the publishing house, and as she expected, her children's stories were vivid and interesting.
The publisher decided to collaborate with her. Ye Zhaozhao had only sent a few short stories, which were far from enough to complete a book, so the publisher sent her a letter.
The first was to ask for her opinion on cooperation, and the second was to ask her to finish writing the remaining content and send it to them so that it could be bound into a book and sold.
Ye Zhaozhao found the price offered by the publisher to be quite reasonable, as the publisher adopted a per-article payment method.
She gets ten yuan for each short story, and after the book is sold, she gets 20% of the proceeds.
Ye Zhaozhao thought about it and figured that since she was idle anyway, she might as well find something to do.
I first wrote a reply to the publisher, and then spent one night completing the remaining content.
The next day, Ye Zhaozhao went to the post office to mail it to the publishing house, and then waited for the publishing house to send the money.
Ye Zhaozhao encountered Song Zhizhi on her way back.
Song Zhizhi had a dark expression on her face, as if she had been arguing with someone. Not wanting Ye Zhaozhao to see her make a fool of herself, Song Zhizhi turned around and ran home.
Not long after Song Zhizhi ran home, Wen Renjie also chased after her. Without a doubt, Ye Zhaozhao knew that the two had a falling out.
Song Zhizhi couldn't help but explode when she saw Wen Renjie following behind.
"Wen Renjie, you give way to this person today and that person tomorrow, when am I supposed to stop giving way?"
"Zhizhi, do you really think that's a good job?"
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