"Follow you?"

Hu Xingwang looked at Qin He's crutch like a joke and said.

"Are you going to tell fortunes to others by imitating the blind man Linjia Village?"

Qin He was almost swallowed by rice porridge and replied angrily.

"Yes, you see your eyes are blurred and your forehead is black. This is a sign of kidney deficiency!"

"You're just kidney deficiency!"

The two joked with each other for a while. Qin He had breakfast and packed some manuscripts he wrote a few days ago. Today, he took advantage of going to the town to send a few more letters.

After sending the inventory in his hand, he planned to find a magazine to cooperate with and write according to the magazine's requirements. With the support of the magazine's manuscript fee, he can also complete the novel creation himself!

Hu Xingwang's bicycle was parked at the door. Although Qin He said he didn't need to install any mats, Hu Xingwang still wrapped a piece of cloth in a fertilizer bag in the back seat. It would not be that hard to sit on it.

The ten miles from Hujia Village to the town, Hu Xingwang rode very hard, basically pushing his bicycle to survive. When he arrived in the town, it was already 10:30 in the morning, which was slower than walking.

Qin He got off the bus with a little embarrassed to feel embarrassed. It was much more comfortable than yesterday, at least it had not rained yet.

When they arrived in the town, Hu Xingwang pushed the car and found a pond to wash the car. The mud inside was stuck. The two agreed to meet at the school gate at twelve o'clock. Qin He walked towards the school with a cane.

Qin He skillfully found the principal's office and knocked on the door. There was no one inside. After waiting for a while, he asked a teacher, and then he learned that it was a meeting. Qin He was not in a hurry and walked around for a while.

Qin He stood on the teaching building, looking at the gray sky, looking up at the sky, wondering whether the earth was in the distant interstellar space or not in the same dimension.

"Oh, Kobayashi, why are you standing here? Come on and go to my office!"

Qin He had just stood for a while when he saw the bald principal jogging over.

Qin He obviously felt that today's bald principal had a different attitude towards him.

If you savor it carefully, it feels a bit pleasing?

Why please yourself?

Qin He entered the principal's office with some confusion.

"Come on, Kobayashi, this is a white tea I have collected for two years. Today you have a good taste, and I am reluctant to drink it!"

Qin He sat on the chair a little restrainedly. There is no good in this world for no reason, and it doesn’t feel right!

Seeing Qin He looking nervous, the bald principal felt that he had done too much and quickly said with a smile.

"Kobayashi is like this. Yesterday afternoon, I received a call from the Reader Magazine, looking for an author with the pen name Li Yuncong. I thought for a long time. It should be that the author of Li Yuncong is also you?"

When Qin He heard this, he immediately understood that it was the editorial department of Readers Magazine that he finally found himself and called.

The principal is so enthusiastic about himself, from the row of readers' magazines on the principal's bookshelf, you can see that this is a true reader's magazine fan.

Perhaps the principal had other requests for his attitude, but after Qin He knew the reason, he naturally lost his restraint as before and hurriedly turned back and was polite.

While speaking, the bald principal took out a notebook from the drawer, opened it and said to Qin He.

"Kobayashi, there are two phone numbers here, I have noted them all for you. The first one is from Zhiyin Magazine, and the second one is from Reader Magazine. You can call and contact us now."

Qin He hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to take it, and the principal also pushed the phone on his side with excitement.

I don’t know what the principal was excited about. Qin He took the call and thought about it. He would call Zhiyin Magazine. Now, making money is the most important thing.

The phone was quickly answered, and a middle-aged male voice came from there.

"Hey, hello, I'm Cui Zhiguo!"

"Hey, hello, I'm Li Yuncong!"

Qin He's simple words made Cui Zhiguo on the other end stunned for a second, and then he realized that his voice suddenly became a little louder, and he replied with a look of excitement.

"Hello, Teacher Li Yuncong, I am Cui Zhiguo, the editor of Zhiyin Magazine. Did you send seven articles to our magazine some time ago?"

"Seven articles? I remember it should be eleven articles, right? It was sent in three letters. Have you received two letters at the moment?"

"Yes, we have received two letters, including seven articles, all of which meet the manuscript standards of our magazine. I personally like your articles very much!"

The two of them compliments each other for a while, and Qin He also started the topic and asked about the royalties.

If Qin He follows the normal process, it will take at least two months to receive the royalties, but Qin He really needs the money urgently.

The two chatted for more than ten minutes, and when they heard the teacher on the other side talk to each other, they were more diligent than themselves for compliments. Qin He knew there was a chance.

Lao Cui wanted to talk about cooperation, Qin He wanted to talk about money, so the saying goes, "My husband has love and mist have intentions, and the two hit it off and started to negotiate cooperation.

Lao Cui will also apply for royalties for Qin He as soon as possible. It is very common for authors to withdraw their manuscript fees in advance in magazines, especially some well-known authors, and even some magazines pay their manuscript fees in advance.

The two of them chatted for half an hour before Qin He put down the phone and looked at the bald principal who was stunned. Qin He then remembered that there was someone watching the fun in front of him.

"Xiao... Xiaolin, you just said that you are going to provide five to ten manuscripts to Zhiyin Magazine every month?"

"Well, this is a preliminary cooperation plan. In fact, Zhiyin Magazine's style is just the bloody thing. It's not a problem to edit it casually and write a few stories at a time!"

The bald principal finally felt a little inferior now. Over the years, he has sent at least a dozen manuscripts to the magazine, but he has not even published a single one. Alas, people compare themselves to others, it is so annoying!

Qin He then remembered that he had to contact Readers Magazine and quickly called.

The phone was still connected quickly, and this time the call was a young voice.

Xiao Han from Reader Magazine was also surprised to receive a call from Qin He. Xiao Han is not as experienced as Lao Cui. The reason why he remembered the phone call yesterday was mainly because of three letters sent by Qin He, and the other two were reviewed by other editors.

The result was not surprising at all. He was shocked. All twelve articles sent by Qin He were hired. In the past two days, the editorial department has been discussing Li Yuncong, the author who suddenly appeared.

Because there was no telephone contact information, other editors replied to Qin He by letter. However, after seeing the letter urged for manuscripts behind Qin He, Xiao Han thought that Li Yuncong would contact the magazine in advance?

So I tried my luck, but I found Li Yuncong's phone consultation. Xiao Han was about to get off work yesterday, but he still couldn't wait to call him to ask.

Xiao Han is more respectful than Lao Cui, and he speaks about Teacher Li Yuncong, which makes Qin He feel embarrassed.

Seeing that the other party has such a good attitude, Qin He also began to discuss cooperation with the other party. The cooperation he had just reached with Lao Cui, and this time he could also cooperate with Xiao Han.

When Qin He talked about the royalties, Xiao Han's answer to Qin He made him feel uncomfortable.

The standard for reading magazines is that it starts at ten yuan for a thousand words, and original works start at thirty yuan.

Although these numbers are followed by the word "start", Qin He is not satisfied!

Lao Cui from Zhiyin Magazine just now made it clear to him that it will not be less than 1,000 words, and it will even be higher, depending on the effect of the publication later.

And Reader Magazine only started with a thousand words and thirty? Isn’t this too low?

Qin He even wanted to return the manuscript sent in front. Is this an insult?

The bald principal on the side did not care about the royalties, but heard that the editor of the reader magazine opposite was so respectful to Qin He, and his envy was beyond words.
Chapter completed!