never expected that such a classic work as Dream of Red Mansions would be returned.

Han Xiaoxiao held the returned manuscript in her hand, and there was a faint sense of loss, which hit her heart at once.

With mixed feelings, I sat down in my chair and put all the manuscripts I had prepared these days into a new envelope.

Red Star Magazine doesn't give it a review, so it's okay, she'll change it.

She is convinced that classics cannot be buried.

In particular, the famous novel of Dream of Red Mansions is that gold will always shine.

Han Xiaoxiao didn't think much about it, and immediately switched to a Qihang magazine.

The reason why Han Xiaoxiao firmly chose Qihang Magazine is that she likes the name Qihang, and it is also a new beginning for her.

Through various newspapers, Han Xiaoxiao simply learned that Qihang Magazine is a large magazine, and in addition to Red Star, Qihang Magazine is famous.

It's just that Qihang Magazine is declining, and its current reputation is not as famous as some small magazines.

Han Xiaoxiao doesn't care about her fame now, she just uses the platform to publish her favorite books, and whether a magazine is good or not has nothing to do with her.

As far as she is concerned, as long as it does not affect her to publish Dream of Red Mansions, the rest does not matter to her.

Han Xiaoxiao sent the envelope out in the morning.

In fact, she was apprehensive in her heart, and said to herself: This time she will not be rejected again.

Sending out the envelope, Han Xiaoxiao returned to school again to act as a good student, mingling among the students and learning the books that she had already familiarized.

In the editorial room of Qihang Magazine, a woman in her thirties and forties wore a formal suit, a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and her hair was meticulously combed.

The table was in a mess, and she leaned back in her chair tiredly, and asked her assistant to give her a brief head massage.

The assistant wiped a little sobering wind oil essence on her hand, and the woman sobered up a lot in an instant.

The assistant said worriedly in her ear, you are too tired now, and your body will be unbearable if you do the work of several people by yourself.

The woman looks tired, so what can she do, everyone is gone, if I don't do it, the magazine will not be able to hold on.

My father's hard work can't be ruined in vain.

The assistant sighed deeply after hearing this, and instead of persuading her, he quietly followed her, massaged her head, and tried to relax her.

The magazine was left to her by her father before leaving, and she must take good care of it and set sail for the magazine society to create more brilliance.

As if thinking of something, I looked at the watch on my wrist, cheered up, continued to read the article, and screened the good articles out.

She didn't care about queuing up to read the article now, so she took a few of them, almost casually, and drew the work of Dream of Red Mansions, first frowned, thinking that she had drawn an article that was not fluent.

Opened the envelope in distress, at the beginning, the introduction was cut short, and I glanced at it, starting from the first chapter, the dreamy magical spirit stone, Baoyu was born with jade in his mouth, and then read it, and I was fascinated.

Until I read all the articles.

Hesitating, such a good article, almost missed it because of her exhaustion.

She can't go on like this in the future, she must carefully read and review every article, I'm really afraid of missing such a wonderful article.

I looked at the author's name again, the person in my dream, and it was the first time I saw such a random pen name, but if I carefully pondered the meaning of the name, I would find that the simple name revealed the deep meaning of not simple.

Although she has never met the author, she just thinks the author is an interesting person.

Muttering in the mouth, man in a dream.

Is it a writer who seals the pen, this article looks like it is from the hand of the great god, shake it, it's unlikely, then it's a newcomer.

Urge the assistant, hurry, hurry up and draw up a contract to sign the dream man at a high price.

She had a hunch that Dream of Red Mansions would achieve results she couldn't have imagined.

A few days ago, Han Xiaoxiao was absent-minded, thinking about whether Dream of Red Mansions would pass the audit.

Han Xiaoxiao deliberately applied to run the school, so that she could go home every day, and there was an envelope claim office at the door of the community.

Sure enough, she received a reply from Qihang Magazine on Wednesday.

It is a signed contract.

There are also tens of thousands of words of manuscript fees mailed to her.

I accidentally scanned the contract share on the page, and I will give her a share, I thought I was wrong, and I checked it again.

Han Xiaoxiao almost jumped up happily, as long as she signed the contract, it meant that she had an income.

This is the unexpected joy, dividing, giving her something that she couldn't have imagined before.

It's just that the contract needs to be signed by the guardian, and she is not old enough.

She's only fifteen, what to do.

This stumped Han Xiaoxiao.

After thinking about it for a long time, she decided to find her mother Sun Liyuan.

What, Sun Liyuan stood aside in a trance, or did Han Xiaoxiao remind her to come back to her senses, and asked incredibly.

Sign a contract, smile and you won't be deceived.

Her smile is so simple, she must have been deceived.

When my daughter was just how old she was, she submitted articles to the magazine, and people even asked her to sign a contract.

Her father is so educated, he didn't have any articles to be selected, and the youngest daughter is only fifteen years old.

In Sun Liyuan's opinion, this is a scam.

Han Xiaoxiao was helpless, so she could only explain to Sun Liyuan.

Sun Liyuan was afraid that Han Xiaoxiao would be deceived at first, but in the end, under Han Xiaoxiao's explanation, and giving Han Xiaoxiao information to her popular science newspaper, she excitedly signed her name.

In Sun Liyuan's eyes, publishing articles in newspapers is a terrible thing.

My own culture is not high, when I was in the mainland, I only studied for two years, and I still secretly attended a literacy class, just enough to know a few words.

Now the youngest daughter has published articles.

It's incredible.

Full of pride in her heart, her little daughter is angry.

When my husband comes back, I must talk to my husband about it.

Han Xiaoxiao didn't talk to Sun Liyuan in detail, but just talked about it roughly.

gave Sun Liyuan the illusion that the article she wrote was very short, just a short article.

Han Xiaoxiao knew that there was no need to explain.

Soon, before Han Chengwuren entered the house at night, Sun Liyuan boasted about Han Xiaoxiao's article being admitted to the magazine.

After hearing this, Han Chengwu fell into deep thought, the article was really accepted.

Show me the contract, lest you be deceived.

In Han Chengwu's eyes, the youngest daughter is only fifteen years old, and his wife has only studied for a few years, so the chance of being deceived is a little greater.

Sun Liyuan looked at a loss, opened her mouth and said cautiously that the contract had been sent.

Han Chengwu's face was calm, and his anger rose gradually.

Xiaoxiao is young and ignorant, and you are such an old person and still signed for her.

Raise your hand, you, you, are too anxious to say the whole thing.

After experiencing the incident of his eldest son and eldest daughter, Han Chengwu became too cautious.

Sun Liyuan looked inappropriate, and stood quietly with her head bowed and didn't dare to speak.

Han Xiaoxiao didn't like her father Han Chengwu's face changing at every turn, especially when she saw her mother's cautious look.