Lin Miao talked with He Shengming about the outline from early ten o'clock in the morning until more than twelve forty o'clock in the afternoon, chatting so much that she forgot to sleep and eat, and almost drank milk and even forgot to eat lunch. But Lin Miao has milk to continue his life, but He Sheng Mingguang can't stand it when he drinks tea, and at the beginning of the day, Lin Miao finally remembered that Comrade Xiao He is not an iron man, a phone call to Xicheng Restaurant, and the guys from the restaurant sent three dishes and one soup after a while. He Shengming saw that the little boss was in charge of the meal, and he was grateful for lunch.

A big bowl of knock fish soup, drunk not even a little juice left.

After Lin Miao was full, he and He Shengming touched their stomachs and lay on the sofa with their bodies, obviously the energy ran into their stomachs, but their brains were still running according to inertia.

Lin Miao can't write and hasn't written. But I have eaten pork and seen pig runs, read so many ancient and modern Chinese and foreign masterpieces, and are familiar with various series of Dumas, and it is not difficult to design a skeleton by myself.

Just in order to make this skeleton strong enough to hang the flesh that will swarm behind, Lin Miao felt that this structure must be designed to be at least 90% perfect. This is his first step towards economic independence, a debut novel with the double halo of a prodigy and the son of a celebrity, and it must not be sloppy, relaxed, or without the slightest fluke.

"After reading for ten years, adding and deleting for five years, Comrade Xiao He, we don't have to pay so much attention to the market economy, we must emphasize quality and efficiency. As long as the main line can be settled today, and you come back next week, we will almost have a rough first draft of the outline, and we will change it again next week, and next week, the "Dongou Daily" will be able to start serializing. Lin Miao went off track when she talked about the outline, and began to draw a big cake for He Shengming, "I estimate that this one, no problem if your newspaper wants a thousand words and a hundred words, we have one thing to say, you work hard, we will definitely see it in our eyes, and we will not let you work in vain." Half of the manuscript fee for you, half for me, let's divide it equally, in the future, you will be 50 yuan for 1,000 words, write 2,000 words a day, and get a share of 100 yuan every day. The work of the newspaper, I also asked Aunt Shaoyi to stop for you first, and you can concentrate on writing me every day, and the salary of the unit will also be paid, what do you think?"

He Shengming's heart and stomach surged together when he heard this, he burped, and said with a smile: "Fifty words in a thousand words......"

"Hmm. Lin Miao nodded.

He Shengming controlled his emotions, was quiet for a moment, and suddenly asked again: "What you told me, your father's book signed for me, your father...... When did Mr. Lin start writing?"

Lin Miao opened her eyes, her body seemed to be glued to the sofa, motionless, just twisted her neck towards He Shengming, glanced at him, and asked, "Do you want to say something about the signature?"

He Shengming smirked and nodded in acknowledgement: "Hmm." ”

Lin Miao turned her head, yawned, stretched again, and after exercising after finishing a whole package, she slowly replied: "My dad's book, you can't sign it, Party A is the Longjiang Municipal Government, and you won't be allowed to hang other people's names over there." ”

He Shengming's face couldn't help but collapse: "Ah? What about my signature?"

"Forget it, sign it with me. Lin Miao wrote lightly, "I signed this book together, and it also saved someone from saying that I wrote while I was going to school, and someone must have ghostwritten something, and I was annoyed." It's better to use you as a shield, and Lao Tzu will admit it. A group of pink eye patients will be uncomfortable all over the body if they don't force it for a day. I'm just going to make them blush now, let them watch me make money, and I don't give them half a penny, disgusting them. ”

He Shengming nodded when he heard this.

The moment Lin Miao said their joint signature, Lin Miao was already his own father.

No matter what Dad says, it's definitely right!

"Hmm!" He Shengming ate with a round stomach, and the blood supply in his brain was insufficient, so when he was excited, the brain energy was even more insufficient, except for this response, he couldn't even say a word of loyalty.

If he could, he actually wanted to kneel down for Lin Miao now, stick out his tongue and lick the small leather shoes on Lin Miao's feet.

But after all, he is a reader, no matter how excited he is, he still has to talk about some face.

You can't lose the minimum decency of being a man.

"Miao Miao, don't worry, I will write well!" He Shengming held back for a long time, and could only hold back such words.

Lin Miao smiled slightly, as if she saw what she looked like when she was young in her previous life.

it......

It turns out that Lao Tzu used to be so lowly before, which is really an unbearable past......

"Come on, I believe in you, you can do it. Lin Miao, like his former boss, said a meaningless word of encouragement to He Shengming, he didn't have to spend half a dime, and He Shengming himself would forget it after a while.

He Shengming seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, first cleaned up the leftovers on the table, and hurriedly ran downstairs to throw them away. After cleaning up, he came back, poured milk for Lin Miao, brought him tea, and said impatiently: "Let's continue!

Lin Miao thought for a while and said, "Calm down, I still have to sleep." ”

……

After a short lunch break, the two talked for another afternoon. In order to make the main line solid, Lin Miao even went back and changed a lot of He Shengming's original settings, so that the setting and plot were adaptable to each other. We chatted like this until the sunset began to set, and after four o'clock, Lin Miao finally ran out of energy, so she asked He Shengming to go back first and rearrange the things we talked about today, and if you have any new ideas, you can also write them down, and agree to continue next Sunday. He Shengming chatted for a day, still in good spirits, his eyes were actually shining, and he patted his chest with Lin Miao again, and finally left with excitement.

He Shengming left on the front foot, and Lin Miao immediately called Ding Shaoyi and explained the matter clearly in a few words.

Ding Shaoyi had already made an appointment with Lin Miao beforehand, and she was also looking forward to Lin Miao's upcoming serialization in "Dongou Daily", so she simply negotiated key matters with Lin Miao on the phone.

He Shengming, who was overexcited, went downstairs and directly called a tricycle.

Although the rain has long stopped, Ye is happy!

On the road in Dongou City in the evening, the puddle reflected the sunset, He Shengming looked at the glow in the sky, the stars were brilliant all over the ground, and a thought silently rose in his heart: This is the sky is going to descend on me, I am about to take off!

With such an extremely excited thought, twenty minutes later, He Shengming returned to the front of the Dongou Daily Building. When I got out of the car, I happened to see several big leaders, and I saw off Secretary Mu and Manager Shi of the "Qujiang Nandu Daily" who had been "investigating" in Dongou City for two days. The moment the official car in which the two of them drove past He Shengming, the premonition in He Shengming's heart couldn't help but become even stronger.

Let's go!

All the bad luck is gone!

God is not kind to me! He told me! He told me everything!

He Shengming was full of heat, and when he saw Ding Shaoyi walking into the building, he hurriedly followed, until the leaders of the newspaper office all entered the elevator dedicated to the leaders, He Shengming didn't say a word, and stepped in.

A group of bigwigs in the newspaper office looked at each other when they saw this, and He Shengming said to Ding Shaoyi with a red face: "Director Ding, I just came back from Teacher Lin's house, and I have a outline of my works for you to see!"

There was silence in the elevator.

Ding Shaoyi looked at He Shengming and was quiet for two seconds before he smiled and said softly: "Okay, let's go upstairs first." ”

"Hmm!" He Shengming replied repeatedly, and then looked around, feeling that this was the third foresign that God had given him. Now that he is crowded with so many leaders, God must want to tell him that sooner or later, he will become one of these people.

Comrade He Shengming, you have a great future!