For several hours, Editor Liao and Zou Ping maintained the same rhythm and the same concentration, lowered their heads and read the new book and essays word by word.

Even if I went to the small toilet in the middle, I was always squeezing the time, and my mind was full of the words I had just absorbed.

For fear of wasting it.

For fear of breaking the rhythm, according to Editor Liao's idea: This has never been so urgent.

This state has been going from 8 am to around 12 noon. Editor Liao, who is a petrochemical-like person, finally made a move. His expressionless face disappeared, and his heavy and seriousness disappeared.

I saw Editor Liao read the last word, put down the manuscript, took a deep breath, and said to Li Heng: "Okay! Very good!"

After saying this, Editor Liao smiled, smiled with relief, and held Li Heng's hand with satisfaction: "Young people are so terrifying! I'm not in vain."

Listen! Listen! There is no such thing as praising people in person.

After all, he is also the editor-in-chief of a magazine. If you want to praise him, you will praise him behind his back and try your best.

Li Heng's face was red with praise, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Thank you."

Zou Ping also breathed a sigh of relief. Teacher Li's level was as high as ever, and he was full of expectations for the future.

While expecting it, Zou Ping couldn't help but feel a little envious when he looked at Li Heng. He was even smaller than himself. His cultural heritage was so high that he was so amazed and convinced!

If you don’t accept it, you can’t even write a paragraph if you put it yourself.

Editor-in-chief Liao looked at the manuscript with love and couldn't help but ask: "How many chapters are there?"

Li Heng had a detailed plan for this: "The whole text has 41 chapters, 6 chapters have been written so far, and there are about 35 chapters in the future, and the number of words is expected to be around 320,000."

Editor-in-chief Liao said happily: "There are so many more?"

Li Heng nodded, roughly explained his current information and literature on Zhao Jing's current research, his experience of reading the local county chronicles every place, and his ideas and ideas.

Finally, he said: "These are all set at the beginning and are expected to be written until November."

Editor-in-chief Liao nodded repeatedly when he heard this. No wonder Li Heng was able to write such a profound article. It turned out that there was support from famous scholars behind it. Now he felt completely relieved and stopped hesitating and asked: "How about giving this work to us "Harvest"?"

Some things, both of them knew very well, were just a routine question.

At present, Li Heng cannot do without the Harvest magazine, and even more so with the strong support of Mr. Ba.

You should know that due to royalties, those who criticize and defeat him are still active, and there are no small number of them. If he wants to bear it alone, he will probably follow the old path of Lao Wang, the capital, and be forced to go away.

Facing the eyes of Editor Liao and Zou Ping, Li Heng expressed his opinion: "Of course it is handed over to Harvest magazine, and to you, who will let me know you."

With this playful answer, the three of them smiled knowingly, and it was considered that they had officially reached an agreement.

Editor-in-chief Liao looked at the manuscript and solemnly said, "The manuscript fee is still the same, 30 yuan for a thousand words. The same is true for royalties. If it is published in the future, it will be calculated at 5%. How about it?"

Li Heng subconsciously wanted to refute that 5% was a fucking loss, at least 10%.

But after weighing the pros and cons, he changed his mind.

Now I can't be too hasty, I have to pass the difficulties in front of me first. Besides, Mr. Ba supports him so much, he can't just leave the other party with a bad impression of profit-oriented.

Although it is shameful to pursue wealth, he has always been pursuing how capable he is to eat and how big he is. But some things really have to talk about human feelings, incense, and give them enough face, so that they can spare no effort to continue to support him and give themselves face.

Anyway, with so many good works, he was not worried about the exhaustion of the future. He said happily, "No problem, let's follow the old rules."

The most important thing was agreed upon, and Editor-in-Chief Liao felt at ease and pulled him down to ask, "Is this essay titled?"

Li Heng pondered for two seconds and asked, "How is it called "Cultural Journey"?"

Editor-in-chief Liao savored the name and his eyes lit up, "Yes, the title of this book has artistic conception and is appropriate for your writing method, just it."

In the following time, both of them were talking about the inspiration for "Cultural Journey", the direction of creation and history and culture.

When I saw Li Heng talking and hearing Li Heng’s long speech, Editor Liao felt very moved: This is not about facing a young man, it is clearly just about facing an old peddler, and it is still very awesome.

No wonder he has achieved such achievements at such an age. He has real materials and is definitely not a false reputation.

At this moment, Editor Liao recognized what Zouping said after returning from Shaoshi No. 1 Middle School in the first half of the year: In front of the writer December, I feel like a clown, and shallow knowledge has nowhere to hide.

The whole process was filled with editor Liao and Li Heng, and they were having fun, and they had been talking for more than four hours. The two met too late and were still unsatisfied, which made Zou Ping, who couldn't get into the conversation, envious again.

When Zou Ping learned that Li Heng planned to watch more than 100 books in the next three months, he was excited and secretly decided to buy books when he went back and buy a lot of books when he went back, so that he would not be able to make up for cultural knowledge, so as to avoid being able to talk about anything like today and standing next to him like a wooden man. It was so fucking painful.

Seeing the sun set in the west, Li Heng, who was in great enthusiasm, finally felt a sense of hunger, and immediately stood up and apologized and said:

"Editor Liao, Editor Zou, look at me being careless. You didn't think about treating you to a meal when you came to Xiangnan. Let's go outside to find a restaurant and chat while eating."

After chatting with Li Heng unexpectedly, Editor-in-Chief Liao was very happy and did not be polite to him: "Cheng, you are the host, please follow your arrangements."

Zhang Zhiyong and Li Ran still did not come back. After calling the English teacher, the three of them left and went outside together.

Before leaving the hotel, Li Heng specifically asked the front desk waiter where there were good restaurants in the local area. Unexpectedly, the waiter was so enthusiastic that he personally took them to a husband-and-wife shop 200 meters away.

The waiter said: "Don't look at this store being inconspicuous, but we all know that the owner of this store used to be the chef at the State-owned Hotel in Changshi."

As for why the chef went home to open a restaurant, the waiter could not give any reason, so the few of them simply stopped asking.

When Li Heng found a table to sit down, he didn't even bother to look at the menu and directly reached out to greet him:

"Boss, put five or six of your specialty dishes in your store. You should be quick, you're hungry."

The boss asked: "A few of you came from other places, how about Silverfish Sanxian? It's from Dongting Lake."

When I came to Dongting Lake, of course I had to eat fish. Li Heng and the other two were eager to try it out.

Under the strong recommendation of the boss, Linxiang tea oil chicken, Junshan golden beetle, Fengla wild duck and vinegar water tofu were served.

Finally served a soup.

"Not to mention, the fish here does taste unique, different from sea fish." Editor Liao praised the silverfish in one mouthful, and it can be seen that he was quite satisfied with this dish.

"Come on, Editor Liao, Editor Zou, Teacher, let's have a drink." The four of them asked for Erguotou, and Li Heng took the initiative to pick up the wine glass to toast.

When Li Heng called this sexy woman in red as her teacher, the surprise in Editor Liao's eyes flashed, but there was no need to ask some things, and there was no need to ask more. After a drink, he began to persuade him to drink like an old friend.

Because of Li Heng's talent, Editor Liao was determined to make friends this time, and the topics on the table were constantly on the rise and the atmosphere was very exciting. Even the English teacher who didn't speak much had a golden mouth and helped Li Heng entertain guests.

As we drank and chatted, time passed quickly, and two hours passed in the blink of an eye. If it weren’t for two more valuable dishes in the middle, the shop owner would probably have the intention to drive people away.

When the meal was over, Li Heng asked Zou to edit something and asked the other party to use the relationship between the more than 140 books and documents that Zhao Jing gave him to the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

Zou Ping asked: "Where are these books now?"

Li Heng said: "In Shao City, it is placed with my elders."

Zou Ping, who was full of success in this trip, patted his chest and said boldly: "No problem, I will leave this little thing to me. You can feel at ease with the rest of your creation. I will go to Shao City tomorrow."

"Thank you!" Li Heng toasted the last glass of wine.

After checking out and leaving the hotel, Editor-in-Chief Liao hurried back to the hotel and couldn't help but hang up the phone to Mr. Ba's house.

"Dongdong.Dong.!"

The phone rang out in three times, and a voice came from over there: "Hey, who?"

"Is Xiaolin? I'm Liao Hua."

When he heard the voice of Mr. Ba’s daughter, editor-in-chief Liao reported to his home.

"Editor Liao, I heard from my dad that you went to Xiangnan. How did you get there?"

When Li Xiaolin heard that Editor-in-Chief Liao had specially gone to Hunan for Li Heng, she was curious.

Editor Liao drank some wine and chewed his tongue excitedly, "Okay! A rare fine product, this time, I'm really eye-opening. I know what it means to have heaven beyond the sky."

Mr. Ba, who was reading the newspaper next to him, heard it, reached out and pressed the hands-free button, and asked, "Is the prose written so good?"

When he heard that it was Mr. Ba, Editor Liao looked a little serious, "Teacher, when did I say big talk in front of you?

When I read this "Cultural Journey", I was still thinking in my mind that if this book can guarantee quality in the future, it is worthy of your own preface."

Hearing that the father and daughter looked at each other, Mr. Ba became interested: "When will you return to Shanghai?"

"There will be a train tonight." I wanted to go back tomorrow, but Editor Liao felt that the teacher was so old and had something he wanted, so he changed his words temporarily.

Sure enough, the next second, Mr. Ba said, "Come to my place first when you come back."

“Oh, OK.”

The three of them talked on the phone. Finally, after Editor Liao hung up the phone, he went back to the room to pack up his things. Then he said goodbye to Li Heng and the English teacher and rushed to the train station.

After seeing off Editor Liao, Li Heng stood by the road and asked, "Teacher, are you drunk?"

"Fortunately, I'm used to drinking Erguotou." The English teacher said, looking at the sunset that was about to set in the sky.

"Then I'll go shopping with the teacher? Eat the food?" Li Heng felt that he was eating too much, so he made a suggestion.

The English teacher looked around and said, "Just go around nearby. It's getting dark, don't go far."

"OK."
Chapter completed!