Just when Jiang Shanshan thought that the other party had hung up the phone, the middle-aged man's voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone.
"You are the author of National Treasure, and you are a woman. I am so shocked." The middle-aged man on the other end of the phone sounded very excited.
Jiang Shanshan curled her lips. "You thought that the author of a novel like National Treasure must be a man, but you didn't expect that a woman like me would write it, right?"
As soon as she finished speaking, there was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds. It seemed that what she had just said hit the nail on the head.
Jiang Shanshan didn't urge her. With the first experience, she already knew that the other person was still holding the phone.
Sure enough, after a while, his voice came from the other end of the line again, "Hello, comrade, my name is Yan Qi, nice to meet you. I'm your current editor. We've written letters before, do you remember?"
Jiang Shanshan smiled and replied, "I remember, of course I remember. Hello, my name is Jiang Shanshan. I have received the package you sent me, but I just checked the royalties. Did you give me too much?"
Yan Qi laughed out loud, "Comrade Jiang, you are so interesting. This is the first time I've seen someone worry about the other party giving money. But don't worry, this amount of money is not too much. This is what you deserve. Our editor-in-chief said a few days ago that he would give you an extra two yuan per thousand words, so this amount of money is correct. You don't have to worry."
Jiang Shanshan felt relieved after hearing his explanation. "So that's how it is. I'm relieved then."
Yan Qi smiled again and continued to talk to her, "Comrade Jiang, can I ask how many words you can still write in your National Treasure Fengyun?"
Jiang Shanshan thought about the outlines he had in mind and finally gave him an estimated number. "Probably around two million. What's wrong? Is it too long?"
When Yan Qiyi heard this number, the smile on his face was so bright. Unfortunately, the two of them were talking on the phone, and Jiang Shanshan couldn't see the excitement on his face.
"No, no, two million words is good. Actually, we really hope you can keep writing. You don't know that your novel is very famous now. Because of it, our newspapers have become popular. Since publishing your novel, our newspaper sales have been rising rapidly."
Jiang Shanshan listened to the joyful voice coming from the other end of the phone, and the corners of her mouth also rose.
"Comrade Jiang, I would like to ask if this is your home phone number? Can we use this to contact each other in the future?" After finishing these things, Yan Qi asked carefully.
Jiang Shanshan smiled and said, "This is my home phone number. Editor Yan, if you need anything, just call me. But I'm studying now, so I can only receive your calls on Saturdays and Sundays."
"Oh my God, classmate Jiang, you are still a college student. I didn't expect that you are still a college student. You are amazing." Yan Qi asked in surprise.
"No, it's just luck." She smiled politely.
Yan Qi smiled as he held the phone, and then asked curiously, "I wonder which school you are studying in, Comrade Jiang? Perhaps we could be senior and junior classmates?"
Jiang Shanshan smiled and slowly said four words, "Huaqing University."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Qi, who was holding the phone, almost dropped the receiver on the ground.
A loud "bang" sound was transmitted to Jiang Shanshan's ears through the microphone.
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