The moment he saw the phone, Qin He left the phone and remembered it deeply.

"You guys are waiting for me here, I'll go to the principal's office to make a phone call!"

After Qin He finished speaking, he walked towards the school with a cane. Several children looked at each other, and finally swallow trotted forward and supported Qin He.

Qin He didn't refuse, he was in a bad mood now.

When we arrived at the principal's office, this time, the office door was closed. Qin He knocked on the door and heard a sound from inside.

"Please come in!"

Qinhe pushed open and entered.

The principal in the room was still sitting at the desk, but this time I was not sure if he was still copying Tang poetry.

The principal looked up at Qin He, obviously recognizing Qin He. He was a little confused and was about to speak, but Qin He said in advance.

"Principal, there is nothing else. I want to ask if your office phone can make long-distance domestic calls. I want to make a phone call. I am not familiar with it here and I have not seen a public phone call."

The principal glanced at the phone call next to him and then reacted.

"You can fight, it's okay, you can use it!"

In fact, making a phone call in this era is quite a luxury for rural people, especially in this remote town, even Yanzi has only heard of the phone.

Qin He thanked me, went up to pick up the phone, and dialed a phone call very skillfully.

This is the contact information of Zhiyin Magazine.

This is what Qin He just thought about on the way he came. He contributed five magazines together, but the most important one is to put it in the three magazines: readers, story clubs, and Zhiyin.

He personally thinks that his contribution should be the most in line with the style of Zhiyin Magazine. In addition, Zhiyin Magazine has the highest royalties. If his manuscript is really collected by Zhiyin Magazine, then there should be no problem in chasing the royalties by himself, right?

Qin He was not in a hurry at the beginning, but today's humiliation made him realize the real use of money. He had to change the status quo and change the family. The articles in his mind could be completely turned into money.

The phone was quickly connected, but it was just a re-extension, and a male voice soon appeared inside.

"Hello, this is the editorial department of Zhiyin Magazine. Is there anything you have to do?"

Hearing the connection, Qin He quickly corrected his attitude and spoke.

"Hello, I am a contributor. My pen name is Li Yuncong. The manuscript I sent to your magazine has been almost half a month. I would like to ask if my manuscript has been hired?"

"Li Yuncong? It's such a gentleman. Please wait patiently. Generally, we will reply to the author of the submission within one to three months. If you do not receive a notice of employment and publication, it means that your manuscript has been rejected, so please wait patiently."

When Qin He heard the professional answer from the other side, he was speechless. What's this thing!

Qin He really wanted to put down the phone, but reality told him that he had to fight for it, and he said in a kind tone again.

"That's right, can you do me a favor? Please ask the editor who has recently reviewed the manuscript and asked if he had received any submissions from Li Yuncong. I believe that as long as I have read the editor who contributed to me, I will definitely remember my pen name. I currently have dozens of similar articles in my hand that I want to cooperate with. I hope to get your reply as soon as possible. Thank you!"

The opposite side heard Qin He's words and hesitated a little, but replied quickly.

"Okay, sir, I will ask you. I have other jobs now. If you have no other questions, I will work first!"

Qin He was immediately discouraged when he heard the other party's reply without any fluctuation. Finally, he gave a few instructions before putting down the phone.

Putting down the phone, the bald principal asked curiously.

"You are still contributing to the magazine? What kind of magazine is this?"

Qin He was helpless and authentic.

"Zhiyin Magazine!"

"Oh, Zhiyin, I know, it's just something. I seem to have bought it at home. My wife loves reading it. I read the reader's dictionary!"

Qin He smiled and did not respond. In general, magazines like readers can basically appear openly in schools, but magazines like Zhiyin are considered banned magazines, and many of the contents in them do not have a good impact on students.

Qin He thought about it and decided to continue calling. This time he called Readers Magazine. Qin He understood the phone reply from Zhiyin Magazine very well.

There are thousands of submissions every day, and many self-righteous authors who see that the magazine does not reply, think it is a problem with the magazine, so many extreme contributors want to ask the magazine why they have not responded to their submissions.

In this case, the staff of the magazine will definitely only respond to professionally.

At this time, the editorial department of Zhiyin Magazine, Lao Cui couldn't put down the manuscripts in his hand. The author, named Li Yuncong, seemed to have no famous writer named this name.

But after seeing the contact information left by Qin He, Lao Cui had the urge to contact him immediately. The most important thing was that the letter still read.

I have contributed eleven articles to Zhiyin Magazine, and I have only three articles in my hand. Lao Cui feels a glimmer of opportunity. If the author's subsequent articles can be at this level.

Then will I still worry about articles in the future? Are I still worried about popular products? Will I still lose the bonus?

Lao Cui thought for a while, got up and walked towards the mailroom.

After searching in the mail room for a long time, he still didn't see any other manuscripts from Li Yuncong. Lao Cui was a little absent-minded. He had already gotten off work at this time. Other colleagues were preparing to go out for dinner one after another. When he saw Lao Cui standing in the mail room in a daze, his colleague asked jokingly.

"Old Cui, what's wrong? Did you lose money or did you pay too much public food to your wife last night? You're absent-minded."

Lao Cui quickly came to his senses. Seeing his colleague's joke, Lao Cui suddenly thought whether those manuscripts had been taken away by his colleague.

However, looking at the appearance of my colleagues, I probably haven't found this article called Li Yuncong yet.

Thinking of this, Old Cui had a clever inspiration and quickly replied.

"It's okay, I'm a little confused. I have no appetite today. You go to have a meal first, I'll smoke a cigarette before going!"

Seeing that several colleagues had left, Lao Cui quietly walked to his colleagues' workbench and began to look through the manuscripts that had not been reviewed.

I don’t know how long I have read it, but suddenly, a manuscript with the sender Li Yuncong appeared in front of Lao Cui. Lao Cui’s eyes lit up and he quickly took out the thick letter. After reading for a long time, he still didn’t see the third submission letter. Suddenly, he heard the voices of his colleagues outside, so Lao Cui stopped.

Leaving his colleague's desk, the colleagues couldn't help asking curiously when they saw that Lao Cui was still there.

"Brother Cui, you really don't eat it? Don't get hungry and stomach problems!"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll go eat now!"

Lao Cui pretended to be fine and put the letter in his drawer before leaving.

Along the way, Lao Cui was a little excited. Zhiyin Magazine's sales have been getting better and better over the years. In addition to being surprised by articles, the editor also made an indelible contribution. The magazine will naturally also receive rewards for selecting editors of popular articles from many manuscripts.

Those authors who can write popular products for a long time are even more popular among magazines. Lao Cui feels that he has caught an author who can write popular products for a long time, and his monthly bonus will not be correct in the future.

When he walked to the mail room, Lao Cui suddenly had an idea. He thought that the author said that he was in trouble after the manuscript and needed a royalty to treat his parents as soon as possible. Will the author contact the magazine in advance?

Lao Cui thought about it and pushed open a room where a young man was holding a half piece of cigarette in his mouth, drinking tea, and was looking at a magazine with relish.

Lao Cui coughed and moved the magazine opposite. When he saw that it was Lao Cui, he suddenly said unexpectedly.

"Teacher Cui, what wind blows you here!"

"Xiao Gao, this is the case. Do me a favor. If an author named Li Yuncong recently called the magazine and you can help transfer it to me!"

"Okay, OK, if there is any news, I will definitely transfer it to you!"

Lao Cui nodded with satisfaction. He has been working in the magazine for so many years, but this connection is still true. Lao Cui took the cigarette from his pocket and handed a piece to the young man.

After looking at my watch, I felt that I was indeed a little hungry, so I said hello and prepared to leave.

The young man who suddenly lit a cigarette looked stunned, thought for a while, muttering to himself.

"Li Yuncong? Li Yuncong? What a familiar name!"

"Oh, Teacher Cui, don't leave first!"
Chapter completed!