"You can say this. When you become famous, don't be lazy." Jiang Shan picked up the soy milk in front of him and said, "Come on, let's make an agreement."

"It's a deal," Chen Peisi immediately picked up the soy milk and touched it with Jiang Shan:

"Let me tell you, until now you are the only one who thinks highly of me. Even my own father doesn't think I can take this path well."

"I'm optimistic about you too," Liu Xiaoqing also picked up the soy milk: "When the time comes, let's shoot an advertisement together."

Chen Peisi: "That's it!"

"We still need to spend money on clothing together," Jiang Shan looked forward to the future for them: "Then we can buy a car and a house together..."

"Hahaha, a bowl of soy milk can make you drunk."

"That's right, Jiangshan, can you do it?"

The three people here talked more and more beautifully, and Liu Xiaoqing laughed so hard that her branches trembled.

Poor Zhang Lu, who was sitting opposite, had a hard time resisting the urge to take out his camera from his bag.

After leaving Zhang Lu alone in the guest house, Jiang Shan rushed to the cafeteria of a post office in the west of the city at the agreed time.

It was lunchtime at this moment, and as soon as I entered the door, I saw a bright green color.

"Jiangshan, look here,"

Just when I was dazzled, I suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Teacher Huang, Teacher Shao,"

Finally, I finally saw two simple figures in a sea of ​​green uniforms.

Jiang Shan greeted him all the way and walked over.

"Sit here quickly," Huang Yongyu pointed to the chair next to him and said, "When did you arrive?"

"I just arrived this morning," Jiang Shan said after sitting down, directly picking up the water glass and taking a sip.

"Look, the child is thirsty." Shao Bolin gave Jiangshan another glass of water: "Is your Pujiang River as hot as ours?"

"It's almost the same, but Yanjing seems to be more dry."

"How fresh," Huang Yongyu smacked his lips and said, "It would be strange if Yanjing didn't do it."

"How many days are you planning to stay this time?" Shao Bolin said with a smile, "I will take you to have a nice tour of Yanjing City."

"I'm not here just for fun," Jiang Shan said honestly: "First, I want to interview Mayumi, and second, I want to ask two teachers for a favor."

"Who is Mayumi?" Shao Bolin directly ignored the second item: "Comrade from which unit?"

"Have you never watched "The Hunt"? The Japanese girl in it is Mayumi," Huang Yongyu said while holding his voice: "I am your accomplice, do you remember?"

"Oh," Shao Bolin remembered: "That girl, is she coming to Yanjing?"

"Hey, two teachers," Jiang Shan knocked the chopsticks in his hands: "Don't worry about the girl for now, can you ask me something?"

"Do you still need to ask about your business?" Huang Yongyu pointed at the four cold and four hot items on the table, plus the big chunks of porridge, and said, "Tell me, as long as I can help, I'll be fine."

"Come on, Xiao Jiang," Shao Bolin raised his water glass and said with a smile:

"Drinking is not allowed in the canteen of the unit. I will offer you a drink with water instead of wine. Thank you for your previous ideas, which enabled our monkey tickets to be issued smoothly."

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Shan quickly stood up: "It's my turn to respect you two. With the level of the monkey ticket, it will be a matter of time before it is issued."

"One code equals one code," Huang Yongyu took out a document bag and handed it to Jiang Shan: "Let's keep it as a souvenir. It can be regarded as the three of us working together to fulfill a wish."

"What is this?" Jiang Shan only knew that it must be a good thing: "It can't be a monkey ticket, right?"

"What month is this?" Shao Bolin pointed at the other party with his chopsticks and said with a smile, "That's called the Gengshen Year Monkey Ticket."

"So it had to be released in 1980," Huang Yongyu added: "What you have in this bag is a sketch I drew at that time."

The water cup in Jiang Shan's hand spilled slightly: "A sketch of Monkey Ticket?"

"Yes, it's the sketch of the monkey ticket." Huang Yongyu drew the layout of the monkey ticket based on this sketch: "Take it back as a souvenir!"

"Then I'll stay," Jiang Shan said, not wanting to be polite at all.

He remembered clearly that as early as the early 1990s, someone was chasing after this sketch to exchange for a Santana.

Huang Yongyu saw Jiang Shan's happy expression and couldn't help but laugh: "You like my painting so much, are you still thinking that it can be sold for a big price in the future?"

"It's best if you can sell it for a big price," Jiang Shan said, "Even if it doesn't sell for much, I'll be happy just to see it."

Huang Yongyu was happy: "Hey, you really don't want to see me outside."

"Xiao Jiang, you have to be patient," Shao Bolin said politely: "For ordinary people, whether his works can be sold at high prices depends entirely on when he returns to the west."

"Haha," Jiang Shan laughed directly: "It seems that this is really the case, but Teacher Huang is not an ordinary person."

"I like to hear Jiang Shan's words," Huang Yongyu raised his glass: "But just to be on the safe side, you still have to wish me a long life first."

"Longevity!"

"Longevity without borders!"

The reception banquet held in the post office cafeteria was like a birthday banquet.

"Tell me, Xiao Jiang." Fortunately, Huang Yongyu has a good memory: "What is there that you need our help with?"

Finally getting down to business, Jiang Shan quickly put down his chopsticks and took out a stack of manuscript paper from his bag.

"You two help me palm my eyes first!"

A stack of manuscript paper is divided into two sides.

Shao Bolin only glanced at it, and then immediately looked up at the country.

Then, he quickly lowered his head and continued turning the pages.

"Huh? Why is this? I thought you wrote a new novel." Huang Yongyu, who was eating and reading, looked at the manuscript paper in his hand more carefully: "Did you write these?"

"Good? Or bad?" Jiang Shan just wanted to hear a word from them.

"No need to ask," Huang Yongyu put down his chopsticks and flipped through the pages: "Do you want to publish a copybook?"

"pretty,"

Looking at the page full of pen calligraphy, mainly in regular script, Shao Bolin couldn't help but praise:

"The font is steady and majestic, and the strokes are rigorous and unified, fully in line with the standards for calligraphy practice."

"Historical writing in regular script is upright but not rigid," Huang Yongyu said, "I can't write in this style anyway."

"Why do you need to find connections to publish your name?" Shao Bolin asked curiously.

"I showed it to an acquaintance from the publishing house," Jiang Shan said truthfully:

"According to his original words, our country has not yet published fountain pen copybooks, so... their editor-in-chief is not sure."

"Oh?" Shao Bolin thought carefully: "It seems true when you say that."

"Then?" Huang Yongyu actually already had some ideas: "What can we do to help?"

"Haha," Jiang Shan smiled: "You can definitely help."

What was the publisher’s best-selling book throughout the 1980s?
Chapter completed!