Doing other things before, whether it was learning medical knowledge, doing medical research, or learning communication machinery, Wang Xin was just forcing himself to do so, and he didn't have joy in his heart.

After arranging the personnel and topics of the institute some time ago, he suddenly became idle and picked up the pen again, and Wang Xin felt the long-lost sense of joy.

It's not a sense of ecstatic surprise, but a vague sense of anticipation, a sense of joy that wants to do it.

It was only then that he realized that the things he had done before were just done in accordance with his inner desire for fame and fortune, and only what he was doing now was what he really wanted to do in his heart.

From that moment on, Wang Xin gave up relying on his own studies to promote the development of science and technology in the whole world.

Professional matters should be left to professional people.

He writes what he wants to write, and it's actually quite good.

Therefore, from that day on, Wang Xin moved a large part of some relevant medical materials that were not particularly important and did not involve confidentiality to the research institute for the daily reading of those researchers who joined his research institute.

Of course, before reading it, it is necessary to sign another ten-year confidentiality treaty, and the liquidated damages are as high as 100 million.

In the end, although not everyone signed it, it did happen that most of them did.

This incident not only means that his research institute will burst out with countless new achievements in medicine in the future, but also means that Wang Xin has finally let himself go.

Forcing yourself to do things you don't like is sometimes not a torture.

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"Sir, there's a letter!

It seems to have been sent by Ming Pao, and now I want to hand it to you?"

Zhang's mother went to get the newspaper in the inbox as usual in the morning, and when she saw that there was an extra letter in it, she took it out and looked at the recipient's information.

Then he hurriedly said to Wang Xin, who was sitting at the dining table drinking porridge.

"Ming Pao?

Take it!"

As soon as Wang Xin heard it, he understood that this should be the news of his contribution to Ming Pao a week ago.

When Zhang's mother heard this, she immediately sent the newspaper to the table along with the letter.

Wang Xin put the newspaper aside for the time being, tore open the letter and read it first.

Fortunately, it didn't disappoint him.

Inside the letter was the final version of the news and 15 dollars in Hong Kong dollars.

If you do a little math, it's about five yuan per thousand words, because Wang Xin only submitted a total of 30,000 words to Ming Pao.

This is just a short and medium-length story written by Wang Xin to test the waters, combining the concept of national arts in the Romance of the Dragon and Snake, with the stories of Ip Man and several other martial arts masters on Hong Kong Island, and writing a story of martial arts against Dongying.

Originally, Wang Xin was worried that he had only written online articles and had not contributed to traditional magazines and newspapers, would he not be able to pass?

I didn't expect luck to be good.

Therefore, he was quite happy with the letter, and carefully put away the 150 Hong Kong dollars in the letter, ready to keep it for collection.

After all, compared to the coins obtained through the gold finger, this should be regarded as his first mental labor in this world, which is still more commemorative.

At this time, breakfast was almost finished, and Wang Xin immediately got up and put the letter in his study.

Subsequently, he took the first 30,000 words of another long-form martial arts serial from the study and put them in an envelope, pasted a stamp, wrote the address, and walked out of the study to ask Zhang's mother to send it.

But after thinking about it, the address of Ming Pao is not too far from where he lives now, and he has nothing else to do now, and the research tasks have been handed over to those research scholars and technicians, so it is better to go there in person.

Thinking of this, Wang Xin took out the manuscript stuffed into the envelope again, and at the same time took out the outline of this long martial arts article from the folder and put it in the manuscript together.

Only then did he go out to find Lao Wang.

After telling Lao Wang the address, Wang Xin sat in the back of the car, closed his eyes slightly, and waited quietly for the car to arrive.

Although it is relatively close, it is actually a nearly hour's drive to get there.

Fortunately, it is now the end of '65, approaching 66 or 6, and if it had been in the late fifties, when Ming Pao had just been built, I am afraid it would not have been an hour's journey.

Because when Ming Pao was first established, the results were quite bad, mainly supported by Jin Yong's martial arts, but it was often at a loss, and it was not until after 62 that it began to gradually improve.

After starting to make a profit, the rented place will naturally be slightly better, and it will be a little closer to the Central and Western District.

Even an hour later, it was only nine o'clock, and the staff at Ming Pao had not been at work for long.

Wang Xin told Lao Wang, then carried a small bag containing the manuscript and walked into the small building with a slightly brisk pace.

"I'm here to submit a long manuscript, I wonder if I'll be lucky enough to meet your editor-in-chief?"

Although Wang Xin knew that it was unlikely, he still wanted to give it a try.

"Sorry, our editor-in-chief may not have time.

Your manuscript can be placed on our side for the time being, leaving a mailing address or mailing phone book, and if we pass it, we will call you at that time, I don't know if this is okay?"

At the front desk, it is obvious that there are too many people who want to meet the editor-in-chief, and even what they say has a set of processes, and their expressions have not changed in the slightest.

Although Wang Xin was a little disappointed, he also knew that this was reasonable, after all, it was impossible for the editor-in-chief to meet everyone who came to submit, if this was the case, I am afraid that he would have to be busy meeting with others every day.

"Alright then!"

Wang Xin was about to hand the manuscript in his hand to the front desk, when he saw two young people who were not very old, but not too young, came in at the door.

In his original era, Wang Xin had seen Jin Yong's appearance, whether it was when he was young or when he was old, he had seen it through the Internet.

So at a glance, it can be seen that the one standing on the left is Jin Yong.

Although he felt a little embarrassed, Wang Xin still pulled the corners of his mouth and ran over pretending to be a fan brother, wanting to have a relationship with him.

Wang Xin did this, of course, not for his own manuscript or anything, no matter how bad what he wrote, as long as he wanted to print it, he could print it at his own expense.

He did this, mainly because he wanted to contact Mr. Qian through Jin Yong, and then transfer some of the information he wanted to send to Huaguo to Mr. Qian through him, and then to Huaguo.

Although this has been a bit tortuous, so far, Wang Xin really can't think of any other better way.