Lin Yu happily sent the little guy to school and watched the little guy jumping into the kindergarten. After a few seconds, until the little one completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, Lin Yu turned around and left.

He found that his mood was completely influenced by Little Mango.

As long as Little Mango is happy, he will be happy. If Little Mango is in a low mood, he will be in a bad mood. If the little guy has a little secret, Lin Yu will be even more heartbroken and uncomfortable.

For example, this morning, the little guy suddenly had a little secret that he didn't want Lin Yu to know, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Lin Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head. Little Mango is only six years old now. I really can't imagine it in the future.

During the rebellious period of sixteen, she may not want to tell her father anything. At that time, it is difficult to understand the little girl’s thoughts.

If you reach the age of twenty-six and reach the age of falling in love...

Lin Yu didn't dare to think about it, and his head hurt just thinking about it. He felt that no boy was worthy of his daughter, because her daughter was a priceless treasure that he held in his hands for fear of breaking, and held in his mouth for fear of melting.

Lin Yu couldn't help but sigh. He couldn't control what happened in the future. He could only spend more time with Little Mango when she could rely on him without reservation, trust him, and be willing to share happiness and secrets with him, and cherish being with her.

Every minute and every second together.

Make money, work hard to make money.

At this moment, Lin Yu's phone rang.

Another unfamiliar number.

Nowadays, there are many ways to make money, and there are also many unknown numbers.

"Hello, are you Mr. Aimang?" Zhang Xiaochu said cautiously.

Calling myself Aimang must be related to writing, either talking about scripts, or doing short story activities in the sea of ​​stars.

"I am." Lin Yu replied calmly.

Zhang Xiaochu tried hard to control his excitement, "I am Zhang Xiaochu from Yuedu Magazine. I want to inform you today that your work "Chameleon" has passed the preliminary review of our magazine and can enter the next round of competition."

Lin Yu said "hmm" lightly.

He was not surprised at all. "Chameleon" is a very famous short story by Chekhov. If a novel of this quality cannot pass the preliminary review, it can only be because there is an inside story in the activity.

Zhang Xiaochu originally expected to hear excited voices. Even if he had a good psychological quality and did not show any excitement, he would still ask some questions about the next stage. After all, the prize money for their competition was so generous and what an attractive cake.

Zhang Xiaochu raised his eyebrows, put the phone close to his ear, and smiled evilly, "Our competition actually doesn't have that many links. After entering the preliminary review, there is the final online voting link. There are only six short stories in total.

link."

Lin Yu couldn't see Zhang Xiaochu's expression on the other end of the phone, and he didn't know the expression she wanted him to give. Lin Yu just thought it was an ordinary thing. It was "Chameleon". It was very strange to pass the preliminary review.

?

Lin Yu said softly "Hmm" again.

Zhang Xiaochu glanced at his colleagues in other groups not far away in confusion. They were doing the same thing as him, calling the shortlisted authors. The faces of his colleagues were obviously chatting and laughing. The interaction was very nice.

If she hangs up the phone now, the other party may just say goodbye politely.

Zhang Xiaochu was a little reluctant and coughed lightly, "Mr. Aimang, our final prize is one million, which will be used as creative funds for the winning author."

She felt that the only reason why the other party was so calm was that he didn't know about the bonus, although this possibility was very small.

"I know." Lin Yu replied calmly.

Yes, the last road is also blocked.

In fact, Aimang is the only one who is not a famous writer. The other five selected writers are either very famous in short stories or have published novels. In short, they are all people with a relatively high status in the novel world, and they all have their own

Representative work.

Only Aimang doesn't have it.

Meng Haiyang wanted to sign Aimang as a long-term author of Yuedu Magazine.

Yuedu is the most famous short story magazine in the country. Many famous short story writers started their careers here.

Therefore, any author who wants to develop in short stories hopes to sign up with Yue Reading.

This is a relatively attractive piece of cake.

Zhang Xiaochu said with a smile, "Mr. Aimang, our Yuedu magazine can cooperate with you for a long time in the future. As long as your works meet our requirements, they can be serialized for a long time."

Newcomers hope to have a stable platform update, after all, remuneration and traffic are the most important.

Yuedu has both of these points.

Zhang Xiaochu felt that a new author would not disagree with such an attractive invitation, and he might have jumped for joy.

Zhang Xiaochu waited for the other party's excited voice.

However......

"Let me think about it." Lin Yu said politely, his tone still calm.

Examine, consider?

Another thing to consider when signing a contract with Yuedu is to know how many authors have submitted articles to Yuedu and wanted to sign with Yuedu to become a contracted author, but they all came to nothing.

But now she directly told Aimang that she had a long-term contract with the author.

A long-term contract with an author means that as long as the article is not particularly bad, it can basically be published, which is equivalent to a stable job.

That’s it, do you still need to consider it?

"Um..." Zhang Xiaochu felt that his voice was stuck in his throat.

"Is there anything else?" Lin Yu asked.

Zhang Xiaochu swallowed and said, "Please note my email address, and I will be responsible for your work from now on. If you have any manuscripts in the future, you can submit them to me. I will send you the online voting process in a moment."

"good."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yu didn't notice anything wrong with Zhang Xiaochu.

Zhang Xiaochu hung up the phone and drank some water for himself.

Meng Haiyang happened to pass by Zhang Xiaochu's desk.

"Did you call? The other party is a newcomer, right?" Meng Haiyang asked with interest.

Zhang Xiaochu hadn't recovered from the critical attack just now, so he nodded mechanically, "The voice sounds young, he should be a newcomer."

"Are you particularly excited? Have you offered to sign a contract with us?" Each group has performance indicators. Which group has more great writers and publishes better results, which group will have higher performance in the evaluation and receive bonuses.

There will be more.

As the editor-in-chief, Meng Haiyang must consider the performance of his group.

When Zhang Xiaochu heard that he just hung up the phone, he was still wondering if it was his fault. He habitually thought that the other party would be excited and ask for cooperation.

But Meng Haiyang had the same idea as her and felt that the other party should be excited.

But that's not the case with other people.

Zhang Xiaochu shook his head, "No, he didn't take the initiative."

"Then did you tell him that we wanted to sign a contract with him?"

"I said it, I said it all."

Meng Haiyang frowned slightly, "What did he say?"

"He said he should think about it."
Chapter completed!