For Feng Haidong, having lived two lives, he had devoted almost half his life to machine tools in the factory in his previous life.
Instead of repeating the same old path from your past life, why not try a new life?
Therefore, from the very beginning of his rebirth, Feng Haidong had no intention of staying in the factory.
He plans to try his hand at business, starting with small transactions.
As Feng Haidong returned to his workshop from the welding workshop, he planned his next small business while waiting to get off work.
Wang Quan, who had already read Feng Haidong's submission, was sitting in the office of editor-in-chief Fang Yong.
"Editor-in-chief, did Haidong really write this?"
Fang Yong nodded and said, "He delivered it this morning. I talked to him about some of the details, and I think he probably wrote it himself."
Wang Quan immediately said, "Hai Dong's writing style in this piece is much more mature than his previous ones."
Fang Yong agreed: "Yes, when I read it this morning, I also felt that his writing style was very mature."
Wang Quan continued, "Moreover, his article is written in a very simple and easy-to-understand way. It is easy to read through and the content is also somewhat humorous. If you don't read it carefully, you may not even realize what he is criticizing."
Fang Yong said, "That's where his shrewdness lies. I really didn't expect Hai Dong to have made such great progress."
Wang Quan hesitated for a moment before asking, "Editor-in-chief, should we publish this?"
Fang Yong said, "Of course, I think this article should not only be published, but after our newspaper publishes it, we can also recommend it to Readers' Digest."
Wang Quan was taken aback: "You're recommending yourself to Readers' Digest?"
Fang Yong nodded: "Yes, Reader's Digest would prefer articles that include humanistic discussions and have a relatively humorous writing style."
Wang Quan thought for a moment and said with a smile, "That's really true. Feng Haidong is quite formidable."
How could Fang Yong and Wang Quan have imagined this?
Feng Haidong, a reincarnated individual with the experience of his previous life, naturally found writing such a short article in this era to be a piece of cake.
Fang Yong finally said, "Alright, take the manuscript back, and we'll type it up and send it out tomorrow."
Wang Quan stood up with the manuscript in his hand and said, "Okay, editor-in-chief, I'll be going now."
Fang Yong said, "Okay, go ahead. By the way, invite Feng Haidong to my house when you have time. I feel that Feng Haidong is quite knowledgeable about folk culture. We can have a few drinks and have a good chat then."
Wang Quan was surprised that the editor-in-chief would take the initiative to invite him and Feng Haidong to his home.
After a moment of surprise, Wang Quan immediately realized that he had benefited from Feng Haidong's influence.
He replied with a smile, "Okay, I'll ask him when he's free."
After leaving the editor-in-chief's office, Wang Quan hurried off to prepare for Feng Haidong's article to be submitted the next day.
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When Lu Wanling got off work and was on her way home, she saw her son carrying his schoolbag in the distance as she passed the vegetable market in front of the family compound. He seemed to be very happy.
Lu Wanling quickly walked behind her son and gently patted his shoulder.
Then she patted her son's left shoulder, but immediately stood on his right.
As a result, Feng Qifan was patted on the left shoulder, and he naturally turned his head to look to the left.
He found no one on his left, so he turned his body around to the left.
It wasn't until I turned around that I saw my mother standing to my right.
Lu Wanling couldn't help but laugh when she saw her son spin around before noticing her: "Hahaha, my son is so silly! He had to spin around before he could find me."
Feng Qifan immediately retorted, somewhat indignantly, "Mom, you're clearly cheating."
Lu Wanling asked with a smile, "Why did Mom cheat? You could have turned your head to the left and looked to the right when you didn't see anyone, but you insisted on turning around in a circle."
After teasing her son, Lu Wanling noticed that he was a little unhappy.
She reached out and pinched her son's cheek, saying, "Okay, Mom was just kidding. Don't be angry. Come on, smile. You should be more lively."
At this point, Lu Wanling added, "You should learn from your father. Look at him, no matter what happens, he always stays optimistic and is always cheerful at home. Isn't that great?"
Upon hearing his mother mention his father, Feng Qifan immediately said, "Mom, do you know what? My dad is amazing. Yesterday, he helped me clarify the incident of knocking over the tiles at school and even got the homeroom teacher to apologize to us. The homeroom teacher was very polite to me today. When I went to ask him questions after class, he explained everything to me in great detail."
He even told me that if I had any questions in class, I could go to his office after class to ask him.
Lu Wanling was a little surprised when she heard her son's words.
"Is that so?"
Then Lu Wanling caught another key point in her son's words and asked, "Did you ask your teacher questions after class?"
Feng Qifan said, "Yes, yesterday my dad said that if I don't want to go to the teacher's house for tutoring, then I should try my best to learn and understand the knowledge at school. He also told me that if there is anything I don't understand, I should be bold and ask the teacher, and not always pretend to understand when I don't."
Lu Wanling was even more surprised to hear this, because her husband had never paid much attention to their son's education in the past.
Most of the time, the responsibility for their son's education fell on Lu Wanling.
Feng Haidong used to pay no attention to his son's studies. He would only scold his son after the exam results came out and he found that his son's grades were not ideal.
Lu Wanling always felt that her husband's actions were wrong, and she had told him to pay more attention to their son and not just focus on his exam scores.
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