Zheng Long leaned over to take a look, only to find that Lin Chen's account was in a state of being killed and fell to the ground again, so he laughed at him and said:

"Hehe, you can't!"

"You know the bastard! It's this guy who's insane and runs over and cuts me for no reason. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Hey, hey."

It doesn't matter, anyway, for Zheng Long, today's task has been basically completed. He plugged the USB flash drive into the computer, saved the manuscript he had written today into the USB flash drive, and turned it off and went home.

"Let's go home."

"Play again, play again."

The teenagers of that era had a kind of obsession with Internet cafes. Even Zheng Long, who already has a computer at home, prefers the atmosphere of an Internet café. After all, the feeling of many people being together is incomparable.

However, it was really getting late.

"Still playing, what time are you doing?"

Lin Chen was startled, and hurriedly looked at his watch, "Ah! ”

"It's so late! Why didn't you just remind me? ”

"If I just reminded you, I guess the person you want to cut is me."

"I won't tell you, I have to hurry home or I'll be beaten to death!"

Before the words fell, Lin Chen closed the computer, trotted to the front desk of the Internet café and got off, and then ran out of the Internet café without looking back.

"Hehe, I'm really afraid of death."

Zheng Long smiled.

He went home alone.

In 2001, Pucheng City was still a relatively backward small city, which was completely different from the high-rise new areas that were being built everywhere in later generations, and the entire urban area was simply unobstructed. If you skip class and go to the street, you have a high chance of running into a teacher who happens to be on vacation.

Zheng Long walked down the empty street and bought a baked cake with the only two yuan in his pocket.

Just sprinkle a little sesame seeds with it, and the pancake will be full of aroma.

"It's delicious!"

It's strange to say, in later generations, Zheng Long didn't know how many baked cakes he had eaten, but none of them were as delicious as he had eaten in his youth.

This is similar to Zhu Yuanzhang once ate the dishes made by a peasant woman during the war, but when he won the world and found the peasant woman to cook for him, he couldn't eat the delicious food he enjoyed when he was displaced.

It seems that many people wrote youth literature later, but no one could write Guo Mingming; It's like countless people dropped out of high school to write novels, but none of them were able to attract as much media attention as Han Han.

It seems that countless people have written fantasy cultivation cities in the future, and the plots are strange, but many people still like those novels of Central Plains Wubai.

People, perhaps, still miss the old.

Before he knew it, Zheng Long approached the door.

"You still know to come back!"

Before entering the house, Zheng Nanxing's voice came out of the house. Zheng Nanxing is not a very strict person, but Zheng Long's recent performance has also made him a little angry, and his voice naturally reveals a little majesty.

"I've just been studying at school for a while."

Zheng Long lied fluently.

"I believe you're called a ghost!"

"Okay, okay, don't talk about that, come in and eat!"

Qian Lizhen took out the rice and vegetables from the refrigerator, put them in the microwave to heat them up, and brought them out to Zheng Long.

There is pan-fried hairtail, and there is also Taiwanese sausage.

They are all Zheng Long's favorite dishes.

"After eating, hurry back to the room to review!"

"Hmm!"

Let's talk about it, Qian Lizhen picked up the newspaper again and read it. Zheng Nanxing, on the other hand, was drinking kung fu tea unhurriedly.

Han Xin points troops, Guan Gong patrols the city...

This is the daily state of Zheng Long's family. It's simple, but it's also a little warm.

"Mom, is there any phone number from me in the past two days? Or my letter? ”

Zheng Long asked casually while biting the Taiwanese sausage.

"I don't have a letter, and I don't have a phone call..."

Qian Lizhen hesitated, and said:

"There's a call, but it's a scam call."

"Scam calls? Looking for me? ”

"Yes, I said I was going to publish one of your novels, and I hung up as soon as I heard it! These days, there are more and more scammers..."

"What?"

When Zheng Long, who was eating, heard this, he almost didn't squirt out the rice that was about to be swallowed!

I've been waiting for a few days on the phone! It was regarded as a scam call by my mother!

"Mom, that call... It shouldn't be a scam call..."

Zheng Nanxing, who was drinking tea, heard Zheng Long's words and said disdainfully:

"Do you want to publish an article too? Hehe, don't look at your grades? Do you have good language grades? ”

"It has nothing to do with whether the language is good or not... Well, maybe it has something to do with it, but... Anyway, that call is important, I'm going to call back! ”

Then, Zheng Long explained the ins and outs to Zheng Nanxing and Qian Lizhen, and told them that the call should have come from Shanghai.

"Is that true?"

Qian Lizhen's eyes widened in disbelief - after all, in the minds of the older generation, publishing an article is a big event, representing the road to a career. Although they don't quite understand that writing articles is no longer the preserve of intellectuals, as in ancient times.

However, before they get the evidence in black on white, they will never believe Zheng Long's words.

"Mom, does our phone have a caller ID function?"

"No, what are you doing with that money?"

Ay!

Zheng Long is about to collapse, a great opportunity to enter the literary world, maybe it will be missed like this, how can it not make people sigh!

However, on second thought, the magazine "Sprout" should have left some phone number or something on the Internet. Fax, as long as there is a fax. I'll call them tomorrow and tell them!

At this time, Shi Yi, the editor of "Budding Magazine", was also extremely depressed.

She had never encountered such a situation, and the other parent actually regarded herself as a fraudster.

Imagine, in the overseas market and even in the free shipping area, as long as the budding magazine is mentioned, who doesn't feel that it is like thunder? How do you know that in Jianfu Province, the popularity of your own magazine has reached such a level?!

And tonight is the deadline for next month's submission!

In that era when information was not yet flowing, it was really difficult to contact the author directly!

However, according to the regulations of the magazine, the first time a minor author publishes an article, he or she must obtain the consent and permission of his guardian!

Although there is no big problem without consent and permission, this habit has been preserved as a tradition of a magazine, and it is not easy to break as an employee who has just come in for an internship.

"Hey, I can only endure the pain and cut love, put this article down first, and put it on again if I have a chance in the next issue!"