Luo Yue's friend came from the countryside and her family was of average means. She had many sisters and a younger brother. Her parents were trying to build a house and pay for her brother's wedding, so how could they hide the money?
Luo Yue was stunned by what he said.
Chu Xiang has a younger brother, but her family atmosphere is quite good, and Shu Hui is not an unreasonable person, so no one will collect the money for her.
Luo Yue wasn't sure, so she told Chu Xiang about it the next day. The two of them went to a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) shop at noon, and the whole family was stunned.
“Royalties? If our family produced a writer, we would have set off firecrackers to celebrate long ago. How could we possibly be after your little bit of royalties?” Shu Aiguo said.
Luo Yue didn't know, but Chu Xiang did; there were no poor people in the family.
Shu Hui and Deng Fangping's roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) shop makes two hundred yuan a day in profit, the furniture store earns several thousand yuan a day, Mandarin's daily turnover is over ten thousand yuan, and Chu Yu often gives money to her younger siblings after she becomes rich. Who would care about her two hundred yuan in manuscript fees?
The two were completely baffled, and Luo Changgeng was even more confused. The next day, he went to ask Secretary Zhao, who insisted that the money had been given to the author of the book.
Luo Changgeng was away on a business trip for a month or so, and the publishing house had accumulated a lot of official business. He was busy with work and couldn't possibly devote himself to such a small matter.
Thinking that something must have gone wrong somewhere, it was most likely that Chu Xiang's family had taken the royalties without telling her.
In any case, the money could be negotiated later, but the fact remained that the book had been printed. According to regulations, the publisher was to give the author a few sample copies. Luo Changgeng packed the book and planned to mail it to Chu Xiang. When he got home, he also told Luo Yue about the book's release.
Luo Yue was overjoyed. "Chu Xiang, I definitely have to buy two copies to collect! You can sign them for me, then I'll have the author's autograph!"
Chu Xiang felt like she was dreaming. At noon, the two of them went to Xinhua Bookstore.
The Xinhua Bookstore in Deyang is not far from Dezhong, less than a ten-minute bike ride away. Luo Yue drove Chu Xiang to the entrance of the Xinhua Bookstore and saw a red paper with the words "New Book 'Businesswoman' Available" pasted on the glass window of the Xinhua Bookstore.
"Chu Xiang! This is your book! It's placed in the most prominent position in Xinhua Bookstore!"
Chu Xiang's eyes were full of smiles as she pushed open the door and ran inside.
The cover of "The Businesswoman" wasn't particularly stylish, nor was it particularly innovative or exquisite. Yet, as Chu Xiang touched the physical book, which still smelled of ink, her heart raced and her eyes welled up with tears.
Dreams are so precious; they belong to everyone who loves to dream. By making the dreams we've had come true, Chu Xiang felt a sense of fulfillment in her soul.
She touched the three large characters "Businesswoman," overwhelmed with excitement. Below that were the author's name and the publisher's name: Deyang Publishing House, author Mao Xia…
Chu Xiang's lips had just curled up when she pursed them into a straight line.
"Luo Yue, why is the author's name written as Mao Xia? Is it a printing error?"
Luo Yue was stunned. Right, how could the name be misspelled? The publisher was so careless; how could they make a mistake on such important information? How did Chu Xiang become Mao Xia? Wasn't Mao Xia a senior at Dezhong High School?
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