Chapter 11: The commissioned article in the toilet
It was a winter morning!
It was just dawn!
I was half asleep!
In the toilet! Just as he was about to untie his belt...
But I heard someone say sadly, "Why did you come just now?"
This is fucking terrifying! Cheng Xuyuan traveled through time and space, and he believed in the supernatural things.
Therefore, when he suddenly heard the sound, he almost fell into the toilet.
If I fell in, it would probably become big news in the cultural center.
"Hurry up and squat down!" the voice said anxiously again: "Let's continue the story from yesterday."
After hearing this, Cheng Xuyuan finally came to his senses.
He looked in the direction of the voice and saw Meng Dezhi squatting in the same place as yesterday.
What kind of person is this! Do you know that waiting for someone in the toilet at this time is terrifying?
you……
Looking at Meng Dezhi's eager face, Cheng Xuyuan's first reaction was, I won't tell you.
However, he was afraid that this angry-looking elder brother would hit him, because judging from his tone, he probably had been waiting for him for quite a long time...
"When did you come, brother?" Cheng Xuyuan asked with a smile while dealing with the inventory.
"What are you talking about? Speak quickly!"
Meng Dezhi urged anxiously, "I listened to what you said yesterday, and went back to find some materials on the history of the Ming Dynasty and read through them. The more I read, the more I felt that what you said made sense."
"I wanted to talk to you last night, but I couldn't find you."
"You're here early in the morning!"
Looking at the somewhat impatient Meng Dezhi, Cheng Xuyuan felt more and more unhappy.
You asked me to tell you something, but you acted so condescendingly. You are really not a human being.
Must teach you a lesson.
In a flash, Cheng Xuyuan thought of the little trick for squatting that he had seen before.
Shaking your head appropriately can relieve numbness in your legs.
"Okay, let's continue. Yesterday we mainly talked about the Wanli Emperor. Now let's talk about the prime minister at that time..."
Because of the golden finger of his rebirth, he was able to remember almost all the books he had read in his previous life, so it was not difficult for him to talk about the fifteenth year of Wanli.
Meng Dezhi gradually became fascinated by the music and smoked as he listened.
Cheng Xuyuan shook his head from side to side as he spoke, looking very excited.
Meng Dezhi was so immersed in the story that he didn't pay any attention to Cheng Xuyuan's actions.
He listened and smoked at the same time, feeling very happy.
One cigarette, two cigarettes, three cigarettes...
Cheng Xuyuan spoke for more than 20 minutes, and when his mouth became dry, he said, "Brother, I'm almost done. Let's continue tomorrow."
As he spoke, Cheng Xuyuan, who felt his legs a little sore, quickly pulled up his pants.
Meng Dezhi finished his last puff of cigarette and said with emotion: "Xiao Cheng, you really understand the history of Ming Dynasty!"
"Well, I have a friend who is the editor of a history research magazine. They are in need of some articles on Ming history. Why don't you write some for them?"
"It's not in vain. They said they would pay me as long as the manuscript is acceptable."
"I can give you at least five yuan per thousand words."
Manuscripts of Ming History Research, this... isn't this giving yourself money? Looking at Meng Dezhi who was about to pull up his pants, Cheng Xuyuan hurriedly said, "Brother, wait a moment."
Meng Dezhi's eyes suddenly widened.
What am I waiting for?
What was this young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes doing? "My legs felt numb when I pulled up my pants just now. Be careful." Cheng Xuyuan kindly reminded him for the sake of the manuscript fee.
Hearing this, Meng Dezhi instinctively wanted to move his legs, but found that his legs were a little numb.
He quickly held onto the wall behind him with his hands, then slowly stood up.
But at this moment, he couldn't move! "Xiao Cheng, your story is so wonderful that I don't even notice my legs are numb from squatting."
"Thank you for your reminder, otherwise, I would be embarrassed this time."
Cheng Xuyuan smiled naively and said, "I didn't expect you to be so aggressive. It's my fault."
"How can I blame you? I should blame myself. I'm old and time is not forgiving! Haha." Meng Dezhi said: "But the more I listen to what you say, the more I like it."
“How interesting!”
"Xiao Cheng, please write it as soon as possible, he needs it urgently!"
Cheng Xuyuan smiled and said, "Okay, I'll try to write it out in the next few days."
After Meng Dezhi's leg had almost recovered, Cheng Xuyuan left the public toilet first.
Cheng Xuyuan used the coal stove to boil some hot water to wash his face. His stomach was growling with hunger, so he walked towards the dumpling restaurant again.
It’s impossible to cook for myself, so I’d better continue to eat in the cafeteria.
I don’t know if it was because we had dinner too late last night, but the only people working in the literature group in the morning were Cheng Xuyuan and Shi Xuehong.
As for the others, they never showed up at all.
Because Cheng Xuyuan was in the office, Shi Xuehong carried her sweater and went to other offices to visit and chat.
Another day of slacking off.
In just two days, Cheng Xuyuan wrote a novel of more than 20,000 words. After checking it carefully and finding no problems, Cheng Xuyuan decided to submit it for a try.
After all, this concerns whether he can continue to eat meat in the future.
After finding a brown paper bag, Cheng Xuyuan rode the bicycle lent to him by Old Li and rushed to the editorial office of Yenching Literature and Art.
If you send it by mail, not only will it take a long time, but you will also have to buy stamps.
Although stamps are not expensive, they still cost money!
It will only take about ten minutes to deliver it directly.
I'd take this opportunity to go to Dazhalan for a visit.
The editorial department of Yenching Literature and Art was still together with the Yenching Literary Association at this time. At the gatehouse, when Cheng Xuyuan explained his purpose, the old man in charge of the gate told Cheng Xuyuan directly to leave the manuscript at their gate.
Because people often submit manuscripts directly to the editorial office, their message room will send the manuscripts to the editorial department on a regular basis every day.
Although he really wanted to take a look at the editorial office of "Yenching Literature and Art", the old man there kept looking at him with a wary look, so Cheng Xuyuan had to leave tactfully.
Just as Cheng Xuyuan left on his bike, Shen Yumo, wearing a light gray tweed coat, arrived at the gatehouse.
"Uncle Dong, Sister Zhang asked me to come and get the manuscript."
Uncle Dong looked at the beautiful young editor in front of him and said with a smile, "Xiao Shen, I can send these manuscripts over later. Why do you have to come all the way here?"
At this point, he handed Cheng Xuyuan's manuscript and dozens of letters to Shen Yumo and said, "Just now, a young man, from... what unit was he from, came here in person to deliver the manuscript."
"If you had come out a little earlier, you would have run into him."
Shen Yumo smiled and said, "Uncle Dong, I'll leave first."
Looking at Shen Yumo walking away, Uncle Dong shook his head. This new editor seemed to have a attitude of keeping strangers away.
However, with her arrival, not only her own unit, but even the single young men in surrounding units were ready to make a move.
But these guys don’t even know that she is already married.
Shen Yumo went upstairs with the manuscript in his hand, thinking about tomorrow's affairs.
Tomorrow is Sunday. My parents invited Cheng Xuyuan to dinner at home. How can I meet him without being awkward? (End of this chapter)
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