"Shake the Ao!"

"Wo Cao ......"

"I ...... hastily"

In the teacher's office after lunch, Lin Miao held Lao Di's manuscript and looked surprised as she continued to use various tones to express her lack of culture in a layered manner. Lao Di sat on the side, smiling like a 130-pound virgin.

Originally, after Lin Miao filled her stomach, she just wanted to do things easily, but she didn't expect to accidentally dig up a big treasure. Lao Di's literary style is so mature and the narrative level is so high, Lin Miao felt that he was a little worse than him after reading it.

This is called ghostwriting!

If the level is lower than the boss, then what's the point of ghostwriting?

Lin Miao savored what Lao Di wrote, the writing was smooth, unpolished, and the process of writing did not need to be brushed over, the key scenes should be dry and dry, the atmosphere should be atmosphere, and the style should be forced, and it was the first time to write it.

A dozen or so teachers in the room heard Lin Miao shouting and asked what was going on.

After reading it for the second time, Lin Miao was so excited that she couldn't help but write a poem in her heart on the spot:

Don't give back the task, and don't ask for credit for doing things well.

The boss fully understands the spirit, and the results are stronger than the boss.

I knew that Lao Di was so good, and I still want chicken feathers He Shengming?!

Good poetry, good poetry.

Lin Miaotian shamelessly praised himself for a few sentences, and then slapped Lao Di's manuscript on the table, and said proudly: "Brother Di! It's you! In the future, there will be two brothers in the next generation, if you have a signature, you will have a signature, and if you have a signature, I will have a signature, who dares to break us up, see if I don't use Zhuge Lian's crossbow to kill him! We will sign a contract this afternoon, a thousand words...... One hundred and fifteen!"

Lao Di silently calculated, three hundred a day, nine thousand a month......

Grandma's, what a lot of money......

Without saying a word, he grabbed Lin Miao's hand, and also shamelessly recognized his relatives and said: "Brother Miao!

Zhang Youwei couldn't stand it anymore, so she got up and left without saying a word.

I thought that Jiang Yang was shameless to a certain extent, but I didn't expect that there was a lower limit than Jiang Yang......

Originally, I thought Lao Di was an honest man, but I lost my eyes.

The leisurely lunch break passed quickly.

Before the afternoon class was finished, the news that Lao Di was going to write "Looking for Immortals" instead of He Shengming spread throughout the junior high school Chinese foreign school. The teachers of foreign Chinese junior high schools, each with brains, knew very well what this happened to Lao Di, what it meant, and for a time there was an endless stream of people who came to the door to introduce them.

In fact, if you really want to talk about it in detail, Lao Di's conditions are actually quite okay. This year's rare bachelor's degree, although it is not established, but the income is simply higher than that of ordinary civil servants. In terms of appearance, he is not handsome, but he is not ugly. 1.7 meters tall, not tall, not short, not fat or thin. In addition to the inexplicable temperament of Diaosi, there are basically no other shortcomings, and he doesn't smoke, doesn't drink, doesn't play mahjong, doesn't play cards, doesn't have any bad habits in performance, and secretly doesn't have any criminal records of violating laws and disciplines, and he looks like a good man. But strangely, even so, no girl liked him.

Even Song Jiaqian's kind of goods have the face to look down on Lao Di......

That's how amazing the world is......

Of course, it may also be related to Lao Di's inexplicable nervousness when facing women, for fear of exposing his head full of animal pictures. To put it simply, Lao Di has always felt quite unspeakable and conservative about the idea of "I want to sleep with you".

Throughout the afternoon, Lao Di continuously and resolutely rejected many disguised behaviors, including Wu Ningxiang, Jiang Shengshan and the principal of the No. 4 Middle School, and finally waited until the end of school in the afternoon, and finally waited for Lin Miao to appear in the afterglow of the sunset.

Lin Miao was very quick, took Lao Di to the communication room, first called Lao Di, who had been at home recently, and then walked directly from Jiaolong Lane to Shifu Road, and after a while, Lao Lin's car arrived.

Lao Di saw that Mr. Lin drove to pick him up in person, and was so flattered that he almost knelt down.

got into the car, Lin Miao told Lao Lin about Lao Di going to ghostwrite "Looking for Immortals" for himself, Lao Lin smiled after listening to it, and asked, "What is the surname?"

Lin Miao shook her head happily and sang: "Happy breakup~ I wish him happiness, I have found a better one~"

Lao Di hurriedly humbled himself: "I have won the prize." ”

"It's a big win!" Lin Miao stopped singing and shouted, "Teacher Di, let's talk about it, my dad will be a witness for us today, don't learn from He Shengming in the future." ”

When Lao Di heard this, he almost forgot his form, and blurted out: "I'm not a fool...... I thought it was uncivilized to say this, so he hurriedly slapped Lao Lin's ass again, and hurriedly said: "With Mr. Lin's face, I will do it if you don't give me money!"

Lao Lin smiled and said, "Then I won't give it." ”

Lao Di's smile froze.

Lin Miao said: "Look, you can't blow it blindly, right?"

Lao Di nodded hurriedly and said yes.

After a while, the car drove across Shifu Road, detoured two more streets, arrived at Renmin Road, turned into a wide alley, and stopped in front of Ding Shaoyi's new office building. Outside the building, the sign of Dongou City Culture Publishing House has not yet been hung up, but the building is already very lively. Lin Miao and the three of them walked in, and the people all over the building greeted Lin Miao and Lao Lin.

Originally, Lin Miao didn't come over until this weekend, but today for Lao Di, he specially advanced.

took the elevator up to the 12th floor, as soon as the elevator door opened, the corridor was quiet, and Ding Shaoyi, who was obviously the second-in-command, made the entire floor his own office according to the old rules. The 12th floor is the top floor, and Zhang's office should also be here, but it is estimated that Mr. Zhang will come to see it once a month at most, or come back when he needs to have a meeting here.

The three of them walked quickly to Ding Shaoyi's editor-in-chief's office, pushed open the door, and the outside room was Jiang Xiaohong's place as usual.

Seeing Lao Lin and Lin Miao's son, Jiang Xiaohong hurriedly got up and greeted: "Director Lin, Miao Miao......"

Lao Lin nodded, and directly pushed open the door of the inner room.

Ding Shaoyi was burying her head in looking at something, turned her head to see Lin Miao and Lao Lin coming, and said with a smile: "Miao Miao!

"It's not going to be fast, I'm going to change people today. Lin Miao turned her head to Old Di and said, "Teacher Di, show the things to Aunt Shaoyi." ”

Auntie, Grandma is about the same......

Lao Di saw that Ding Shaoyi was at least fifty years old, and he slandered in his heart, but his face was still respectful, he took out the manuscript from the transparent bag he held casually in his hand, bent down slightly, and handed it to Ding Shaoyi.

Ding Shaoyi took it disapprovingly, and after a glance at it, she calmed down slightly.

She looked up at Lao Di, lowered her head and continued to look, and after a while, nodded and said, "It's really good." ”

The literati are light, and they say that they are good, but in fact, they are convinced.

Old Dill smiled slightly embarrassedly.

Ding Shaoyi simply took out the two contracts, and asked Lin Miao again: "Miao Miao, how much do you give?"

Lin Miao said very simply: "One hundred and fifteen." ”

Ding Shaoyi was stunned: "Give so much? That's half a split with you." ”

Lin Miao pointed at Lao Di and said, "Isn't it worth it?"

Ding Shaoyi looked at Lao Di and nodded: "Okay, you kid, you are generous enough." ”

On the other hand, he said to Lao Lin: "Lao Lin, as soon as this contract is signed, Miao Miao will earn 9,000 yuan less a month." ”

Lao Lin smiled incomparably inflated: "What kind of money is nine thousand, spend nine thousand today, and earn ninety thousand tomorrow." ”

"Ouch, you two ......" Ding Shaoyi trembled when she heard it.

Lin Miao, Ding Shaoyi and Lao Di neatly signed the new contract.

After signing, Lin Miao immediately said: "Teacher Di wrote this today, just give it to the newspaper, don't need Uncle He's." ”

Ding Shaoyi said: "Okay, I'll ask Xiaohong to call Xiao He immediately and ask him to come over and sign it." Lao Lin, would you like to have dinner together in the evening?"

Lao Lin thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Forget it, don't eat, go home to accompany my wife." ”

Ding Shaoyi laughed: "Ouch!

Lao Lin laughed and came back: "You come less!"

Doing business, Lin Miao and Lao Lin immediately said goodbye and went downstairs, Lao Lin wanted to take Lao Di again, but Lao Di politely refused, and said very honestly that he wanted to find a place to be happy first, so he watched Santana leave.

drove out of the alley and got on the road, Lao Lin said to Lin Miao: "This is good, better than the last one." What do you think?"

Lin Miao said: "The level is higher than mine." ”

"Huh?" Lao Lin laughed unexpectedly, "Then can you still control him in the future?"

Lin Miao smiled and said: "the fart, the higher his level, the better! Sign a deed of sale with him directly for twenty years! Dad, let's start a cultural company by ourselves, I feel it's time to let it go." ”

After listening to this, Lao Lin pondered for a moment and asked, "Then what should you do when you go to school?"

"No delays. Lin Miao said, "Things are almost the same as now, in the name of multiple companies, it will be easy to do things in the future." In the future, when the scale is large, we don't have to rely on the channels of Aunt Shaoyi's side, no matter how good others are to us, we still have to hold the initiative in our own hands. ”

Lao Lin thought about it for a while, felt that it made sense, and nodded: "Okay, Dad will find someone tomorrow to ask how to get it." ”

……

After Lin Miao and Lao Lin left, Ding Shaoyi called Jiang Xiaohong, who was sitting outside the house, in, and after explaining the matter in three or two sentences, she asked her to fax the manuscript written by Lao Di directly to Dongou Daily. Jiang Xiaohong couldn't help but wonder when she heard that the older dick man just now had topped He Shengming so quickly: "This Di Weiyi, is it a relative of Director Lin's family?"

Ding Shaoyi shook his head and urged: "Don't ask yet, after faxing the things over, let that He Shengming come over to sign a termination contract, I have already signed it, you can sign it for him directly, and the money will be settled for him by the way." ”

Ding Shaoyi handed over the two contracts to Jiang Xiaohong, got up and beat his waist and said, "I'll get off work first, and when He Shengming comes over to finish his work, you can go back early, we don't have to stay up late in the future~"

Jiang Xiaohong smiled when she heard this: "Eh, okay." ”

Ding Shaoyi left after speaking.

After Jiang Xiaohong faxed the manuscript to the original unit, she asked the person who sent and received the documents in the office of Dongou Daily to call He Shengming.

When he got off work in the afternoon, He Shengming was still alone in the empty office to catch up with today's manuscript.

From morning to night, he suffocated more than 1,400 words, seeing that there were still a bunch of brothers on the 400 grids that were not filled, and he couldn't help but be irritable when he thought about working overtime at night. Dinner in the cafeteria is charged, and the dishes at the staff window don't taste very good. I really don't want to eat, but if I don't eat, I'm hungry, and I can't write, so I still have to eat. He Shengming stared at the four hundred grids, thinking about dinner in his mind, and when he thought about it more and more, someone outside the office suddenly shouted to him: "Shengming, you hurry up and go to Director Ding's new unit, Director Ding will ask you to sign a document immediately!"

"I haven't finished writing anything today......" He Shengming replied with an inexplicable superiority mentality.

"You don't need to write it! "Looking for Immortals" found a new person to write, and today's manuscript has been transmitted, and it will be used immediately. The messenger poured cold water on it.

He Shengming's smile stiffened slightly.

"Hurry up, people are still waiting for you to get off work!" The messenger in the office didn't bother to say much, and after urging him more, he immediately turned around and left.

He Shengming sat in a daze for a moment, and after his heart was empty for a while, he shook his head and stood up to clean up his unfinished manuscript. Didn't you say you'd notify him on the weekend? Why are you in such a hurry......

He Shengming slowly finished packing his briefcase, went downstairs with a little lost spirit, and walked out of the gate of the Dongou Daily Group building, he hesitated, and suddenly lost the confidence to call a taxi, and then stood on the side of the road for a moment, turned his head and walked towards the public telephone booth not far away.

Weakly walked up to the phone booth, took out a coin and stuffed it, and dialed a number.

After a moment, the other end of the passage said: "Hey, hello." ”

"Hello, Director Li, I'm He Shengming. ”

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, hello, Xiao He, what's the matter?"

"That's the case, your draft, I think I can write it, are we talking about a thousand words and a hundred words?"

"Yes, yes, yes, a hundred words. ”

He Shengming breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, smiled, and said: "That's great, I'll start writing tomorrow, will the manuscript be submitted once a week or every month? How many words do you have to submit at one time?"

The other end suddenly said in a puzzled tone: "You will write it tomorrow? What about your "Seeking Immortals"?"

""Looking for Immortals" just asked me to write it for me. ”

"Is that still your signature?"

"This ...... It must have been signed by someone else. ”

On the other end of the line, there was a long silence.

"Director Li?"

"Oh, that Xiao He, let's do it, you write 20,000 words first, and bring it to me. If all of us pass it, then we will start serializing it in the Dongou Evening News immediately. ”

He Shengming said strangely: "Ah? Do you still have to hold a meeting to pass it? Isn't it directly serialized?"

"You write it first! Write it out and talk slowly, I can still lie to you? I still have something to do here, hang up first." ”

"Eh......"

"Doodoo Dot ......"

There was a busy tone on the other end of the phone.

He Shengming took the microphone and was stunned for a long time before hanging the microphone back with sweat in his palms.

The streetlights on the side of the road came on.

He turned his head and realized that it was already dark.

Standing on the street with cars and people, he broke out in a cold sweat and his mind was buzzing.

Regret it?

I don't know......

He Shengming stood on the side of the road for a long time.

A person passed by, and suddenly shouted to him again: "Shengming, why are you still standing here?"

He Shengming came back to his senses, turned his head and saw an empty taxi passing by, and habitually raised his hand.

But right away, I regretted it.

Damn it!

I wanted to take the bus......