Seeing the doctor's expression, the group couldn't help but feel tense. After a while, the doctor looked away from the report.
Upon questioning Song's mother, it was learned that she sometimes experienced abdominal bloating and discomfort, accompanied by a burning sensation, and was eventually diagnosed with chronic superficial gastritis.
After prescribing some medicine, I was told to take good care of my stomach at home to prevent it from getting worse, especially to eat on time and avoid cold or raw foods.
Mr. Song held Mrs. Song's hand tightly and agreed repeatedly.
The reports from the other three also came in one after another. Apart from some minor ailments, there was nothing seriously wrong. Wen Ruan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She planned to write down some food therapy recipes she had seen on short videos in her previous life for Aunt Li. She hoped that her loved ones could all be safe and sound, and that things wouldn't end up like in the original story...
The next day was Monday, the time when Wen Ruan and Han Suxi, the editor-in-chief of the publishing house, had agreed to sign the contract. Song Yan originally wanted to ask for leave to accompany her, but she refused.
Song Yan has been busy organizing various tasks recently, waiting for the transfer document to be issued so that he can hand over his work. He has not been able to find the time to do so.
After much consideration, Wen Ruan decided to go by herself. She might have to go through many more similar situations in the future, and she couldn't rely on Song Yan's company every time...
Although Wen Ruan had made her decision, she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. In her previous life, she was just a rich second-generation who did nothing at home all day. Her biggest worry every day was "living off her parents." She really had no experience in communicating, cooperating, or even negotiating with others.
But she knew she had to take this step sooner or later, and Wen Ruan kept encouraging herself in her heart.
When they arrived at the publishing house, they told the gatekeeper that they were looking for Han Suxi. After he made the call, they saw a woman in her early thirties, wearing a plain coat, with a tall figure and a very gentle temperament, walking towards them.
Seeing Wen Ruan at the door, she couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Are you Xu Feng?" She was already surprised enough when she heard a young female voice on the phone last week, but she didn't expect that she herself looked so young, probably only eighteen or nineteen years old.
"Xufeng" is Wen Ruan's pen name, referring to the lingering wind at the end of winter and the beginning of spring. She hopes that her future articles will be like her pen name, carrying the chill of winter when criticizing, but bringing warmth like the lingering wind of spring to some people and giving them strength.
"Hello, this is Xu Feng, the editor-in-chief of the company, who spoke with you on the phone last week," Wen Ruan replied with a smile.
Mentioning the phone call, Han Suxi was now somewhat convinced that she really was "Xufeng." It was hard to imagine that such a young girl could write such insightful articles, and that her words were filled with an idealism and conviction that was hard to find in others.
You must understand that Wen Ruan came from the future. From a young age, she was taught to establish ideals and beliefs and to shoulder the responsibilities of the times. She has seen the vast landscape of the future, and her beautiful vision for life will be realized one by one. No one will be more determined in this regard than her because she is a witness.
But now, she wants to be a participant...
After leading Wen Ruan to the meeting room, Han Suxi took out a pre-prepared contract, and the two began to discuss the profit sharing and the number of copies printed for the first time.
Finally, the book was priced at 1.3 yuan per copy after printing, with an initial print run of 500 copies. The price would be adjusted based on sales, and after much negotiation, a 35% split was agreed upon, which would amount to 227.5 yuan. With the royalties, the total came to approximately 260 yuan.
After signing the contract, Han Suxi took her to the finance department to collect her royalties and publishing income. Wen Ruan was overjoyed; this was her first full-length novel, and she hadn't expected it to be published so soon. She was a little apprehensive about how well the book would sell after publication and distribution.
After all, every author hopes their work will be recognized by readers...
Wen Ruan said goodbye to Han Suxi and prepared to leave. Han Suxi greeted her warmly, looking forward to keeping in touch, and said that if she had any new works, she could bring them over for review. Once the new book was published, she would mail a copy to her according to the submission address.
Han Suxi also wanted to promote her work in advance. She hadn't encountered such a young and talented author in a long time, and no one could predict what her future held...
Wen Ruan was very grateful, thanked them, and left.
Halfway there, Wen Ruan was very excited. She felt that she couldn't wait for Song Yan to get off work and wanted to share the news with him as soon as possible. However, considering that it might have a bad influence and that this was also a critical period for him, she had to keep a low profile and could only suppress her excitement and wait for him to get off work.
As I passed by the department store, a thought struck me. I realized that apart from that sweater, I hadn't given Song Yan any other gifts. Song Yan cherished that sweater so much that he wanted to wear it every day. Even if he had to wash it, he would wash it at night and hang it by the radiator to dry the next day before going out. I thought I would knit him another one when I had time, but I hadn't had the time.
I just received my royalties this time, so I thought I'd give him another gift.
She wandered around the department store several times, hesitant about what to give as a gift. Suddenly, she saw a red paper on the second floor near the bookstore that read, "Our store has just received 10 Hero fountain pens." An idea struck her.
Song Yan's fountain pen has been used for many years and the paint has already peeled off. It is said that it was a reward given to him by his parents when he was in high school because he got first place in the exam. It is very meaningful and he has cherished it for many years.
However, in an emergency, Wen Ruan borrowed his fountain pen, but it stopped writing and had to be shaken vigorously to get the ink flowing again, which was quite troublesome. So, I took this opportunity to give him a brand new one, and kept the old one carefully.
She acted immediately upon thinking of it, turning right into the bookstore and asking for a Hero brand fountain pen. Perhaps Wen Ruan was lucky, as she managed to buy the last pen, spending a full five yuan on it.
She even asked the bookstore owner for a nice picture book, intending to wrap the fountain pen up nicely, just like in modern times, and give it to Song Yan as a gift.
Afterwards, Wen Ruan bought two boxes of Pechoin and two belts to give to both sets of parents, so that her family and she could be happy together.
When Wen Ruan returned home that evening, she was in high spirits and prepared a sumptuous meal to wait for Song Yan's return. As soon as he entered the house, he smelled the aroma of the food and listened to Wen Ruan humming a song softly. A smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.
It seems the signing went very well today; his "little darling" is in a good mood. Song Yan felt somewhat relieved.
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