Xijiang Branch, People's Publishing House, Changnan City, Xijiang Province.

Zhao Xingchi took the manuscript of the first volume of "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" and walked into the branch of this publishing house ranked first in China, where he came to find Fan Xiaoyue, the best friend of his mother Lin Baoyi, who is also the deputy editor-in-chief of this branch, second only to the branch director who is also the editor-in-chief in real power and ranking.

"Hello, how can I help?" The only clerk girl at the front desk stood up and asked with a smile.

"Hello, beauty, I'm looking for the editor-in-chief of your company?" Zhao Xingchi replied, but also felt that the face of the girl in front of him was bright, the delicate melon seed face, white and tender skin, big watery eyes, cloud-like black hair, and a professional outfit made the girl in front of him look gentle as water, and her temperament was very outstanding.

"Editor-in-Chief Fan?" The girl was a little puzzled, and immediately asked, "Is it Fan Xiaoyue and Editor-in-Chief Fan?" ”

"Yes." Zhao Xingchi nodded, and asked with a smile: "I still don't know the name of the beautiful woman?" ”

The girl pursed her lips and smiled, ignoring his words, and just asked, "Excuse me, sir, do you have an appointment?" "The attitude of rejecting him from thousands of miles away is obvious.

Zhao Xingchi laughed in his heart, but he didn't care, and immediately nodded and replied: "If you have an appointment, you just say that Zhao Xingchi is looking for her." ”

"Okay, Mr. Zhao, please wait a moment, I'll contact Editor-in-Chief Fan." The girl was on business, and then she dialed the phone.

"Hey, is Editor-in-Chief Fan here? There is a Mr. Zhao outside, looking for you, saying that he has made an appointment...... His full name is Stephen Zhao...... It's good, it's good, I know it! ”

Three minutes later, the girl put down the phone, smiled at him and said, "Mr. Zhao, Editor-in-Chief Fan invites you in, she is waiting for you in the office." ”

Zhao Xingchi thanked him, and then walked into the publishing house and went straight to Fan Xiaoyue's office.

It was the first time he had met Fan Xiaoyue, and I have to say that Fan Xiaoyue, as a literati, was very temperamental. Although Fan Xiaoyue's face is just average, and she is over forty years old, her skin will inevitably begin to age and decline, but the bookish air all over her body makes Fan Xiaoyue quite temperamental, plus she is very good at maintenance, and there is no wrinkle on her face, which makes Fan Xiaoyue full of intellectual temperament, very beautiful, and can be regarded as a temperament beauty.

Seeing her, the first impression in Zhao Xingchi's mind was Zhang Manyu on the earth. There is no doubt that Fan Xiaoyue is a woman like Zhang Manyu. The precipitation of the years did not take away Fan Xiaoyue's beauty, but piled up the beauty on Fan Xiaoyue's body layer by layer, making her more and more brilliant.

"Xingchi is here? Sit down, do you want something to drink? As soon as Fan Xiaoyue saw him, a gentle smile immediately appeared on her face, and she stood up and greeted.

"No, no, I'll just come by myself, Editor-in-Chief Fan, you don't have to get up." Zhao Xingchi hurriedly dissuaded.

Fan Xiaoyue smiled slightly, poured him a glass of water, and said, "Your mother and I are classmates and old friends for decades, you, don't be polite to me." Also, don't call me Editor-in-Chief Fan in the future, just call me Aunt Fan. Surely you don't remember, I hugged you when I was a kid. ”

Zhao Xingchi smiled embarrassedly, he didn't know how to continue the stubble, so he could only divert the topic and said: "Aunt Fan, this is a novel I wrote, you can take a look, if it is suitable, see if it can be published, if it is not suitable, Aunt Fan, you can say it directly, eat a trench and grow a wisdom." With that, he handed over the manuscript.

Fan Xiaoyue smiled and looked at him with interest for a while, and saw that Zhao Xingchi's scalp was numb, and then he reached out and took the manuscript and read it.

Fan Xiaoyue, she didn't lie, when Zhao Xingchi was young, she really hugged her. It's just that later, with her and Lin Baoyi, one in Changnan City and the other in a small county town, so except for the New Year's Festival, they rarely move around, and the relationship gradually became a little estranged. Of course, this estrangement is relative to best friends, and the relationship between the two is still very good.

Stephen Zhao wrote a novel, and Lin Baoyi asked her to help see if it could be published, but Fan Xiaoyue was actually in a dilemma.

Although Lin Baoyi said that the novel written by Stephen Zhao is not bad and should be published, Fan Xiaoyue has her own scruples, because for her children's works, mothers always think that they are the best, and Fan Xiaoyue is really not optimistic that Stephen Zhao can write any good novels.

Although Stephen Zhao graduated from the University of Finance and Economics, there is no inevitable relationship between writing novels and which university he graduated from.

As a result, Fan Xiaoyue was a little embarrassed.

Promise, the publisher is having a hard time here; Don't agree, Lin Baoyi has been her friend for decades, and it hurts the friendship between the two.

Fortunately, Lin Baoyi did not force her to agree on the phone, only said to read Stephen Zhao's novel first, and then discuss the issue of publication. Fan Xiaoyue breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was not good for her to refuse Lin Baoyi, but for the little ghost Zhao Xingchi, she could completely refuse in a tactful tone, and I believe that Zhao Xingchi would also be very interesting.

"What about the Ming Dynasty?" Fan Xiaoyue first read the name of the novel, and muttered it twice, feeling that it was still a little interesting, so she had a hint of interest in reading it.

And as the reading deepened, Fan Xiaoyue's psychological sense of interest became stronger and stronger, and she had the idea of "this is a good book".

Sitting in front of her, Zhao Xingchi didn't dare to disturb quietly, nervously looking forward to Fan Xiaoyue's reaction.

He didn't have the ability to read minds, so he couldn't read Fan Xiaoyue's thoughts, but from Fan Xiaoyue's gradually positive look, he could still vaguely see a clue, and the impression that "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" gave Fan Xiaoyue should be not bad.

The rustle of flipping books soon stopped.

Fan Xiaoyue pondered for a while, then raised her head, looked at him with a complicated expression and said, "Xingchi, first of all, I have to say, Auntie underestimates you, this is a good book." However, my aunt can't guarantee whether this book will be published, and I still need to discuss it with the editor-in-chief. In this way, this manuscript will be left with me first, and when I discuss it with the editor-in-chief, I will call you as soon as there is news, what do you think? ”

Zhao Xingchi was a little disappointed, but still thanked: "Aunt Xie Lu, then please Auntie!" ”

After walking out of Fan Xiaoyue's office, Zhao Xingchi was still thinking: "I was really guessed by my mother, Fan Xiaoyue really has scruples." ”

At the front desk of the newspaper, the clerk girl is talking with the visiting guests, smiling kindly, neither too enthusiastic nor cold, just right, and the business quality is exquisite. Seeing this scene, Zhao Xingchi was a little speechless, but at the same time, he had to admire the strong foundation of the People's Publishing House.

When he walked out of the newspaper office, the clerk girl smiled and nodded at him, and said in a soft voice: "Go slowly!" ”

Zhao Xingchi was stunned for a moment, and then his heart was pounding, and the clerk's girl's smile somehow touched the softness in his heart!

"Hell, how can it be like this, do you want to be like this, it was love at first sight?" Zhao Xingchi secretly scolded himself in his heart.