"First: if you don't want to share it, then I can ask a few colleagues in the lab not to pass it on. ”

"Second: If you are willing to share it, I can help you send the drawing method of glass fiber to the [knowledge] scientific journal published by our Industrial Committee. ”

"The magazine will pay the corresponding manuscript fee according to the practicality of this small technology, but on the issue of signature, it may be necessary to use the signature of our Wucheng Industrial Committee laboratory. Because of intellectual journals, it seems that there is no history of high school students submitting manuscripts. ”

"It's not that the editors of intellectual journals look down on you as a high school student. Your technology is perfectly fine for publication in our journals. ”

"It's just that if you think about it, the Provincial Industry Committee's handling of the three members of your interest group has not yet come down, and you will submit your article to publish the technology in the journal of the Industrial Committee, and obviously the editors will consider the face of the Provincial Industry Committee. ”

"If you sign the lab, we will help you sort out the article, and we still owe you a favor. ”

"Third: If you want to give your own name, you can also summarize the technology and submit it to other scientific journals. ”

"Your interest group has channels to get foreign journals, and you must know which domestic journals are suitable for you to submit. ”

After saying a few comments, Zhang Yuanwen quietly waited for the young man in front of him to confide in his opinion.

In all fairness, each of the three suggestions given has been carefully considered by Zhang Yuanwen.

Perhaps the young man in front of him will feel that he wants to get his signature under the laboratory of the Wucheng Industrial Committee, and he is suspected of putting gold on his face with other people's achievements.

But if he really wants to put on gold, he can make his signature his own.

If he wants to, no one can stop him.

He didn't want to.

Since Jiang Jiuling's signature is not suitable for appearing in a journal with high gold content like [Knowledge] at this stage, he will not make his signature a person.

He admires the high-spirited young man in front of him, and he is optimistic about his future.

If he wants to publish Jiang Jiuling's signature in a journal, Zhang Yuanwen is also willing to help him, but the gold content of the published journal may be much lower.

After all, this is a practical small technology specially designed for title engineers to train their abilities on weekdays.

Other magazines and journals are more aimed at ordinary people, from magazine editors to readers, who have a hard time understanding the specific uses of this technology.

There may even be readers who think that if you draw a glass rod with a good end into a maze of glass wires, isn't it okay to be full?

Title engineers rarely have people to order those magazines and periodicals that are biased towards civil science, which is too expensive and a waste of time.

Signed by the laboratory unit and published on the [knowledge] commonly subscribed by the title engineer, both in terms of benefit and reputation, can be maximized.

It can bring a small reputation to the laboratory under his control, it can bring the young man a good manuscript fee, and his colleagues in the laboratory and he will remember this favor.

He hoped that Jiang Jiuling would choose the second option, but he thought that Jiang Jiuling would choose the third option.

Because the feeling of publishing one's own article in a magazine is like a public confession by a girl who has been secretly in love for a long time, full of indescribable joy and a sense of accomplishment.

This kind of thing that can be in the limelight, where can young people refuse?

"Director, if it is published in a [Knowledge] journal, will I be given all the manuscript fees?" Jiang Jiuling didn't look down on glass drawing at all, this kind of technology without any sense of mystery.

"Of course. ”

Zhang Yuanwen didn't react a little, he just thought that the article was published on knowledge, and its reputation was equal to that of the Wucheng Industrial Committee, so how could there be a reason to divide the manuscript fee of another high school student.

"How much do you think this fee can be?"

"This ......" Zhang Yuanwen thought for more than ten seconds before he estimated the manuscript fee figure based on similar articles published in the past, "If it is signed by an individual, I estimate that it is only five hundred to eight hundred." With the signature of the unit department, the manuscript fee will be higher, maybe around 1,000. ”

"That's fine. ”

Jiang Jiuling was relaxed and happy, "I'll choose the second one." ”

Zhang Yuanwen asked in surprise, "Don't you want your name to appear in magazines and periodicals?"

"Magazines and periodicals are nothing unusual. ”

"Except for [Knowledge], [Science Fiction World], [Social Sciences], etc., or professional journals published by some domestic scientific research institutions, I am not easy to attend because of my qualifications. ”

Jiang Jiuling was full of confidence, "Like those popular science publications in China, I think even if I want to win one of the pages, the only thing I have to do is to make up the number of words." ”

"Or if I write a few essays, write a few stories that are both bizarre and a little fragrant, and I can also casually submit them to the story meeting, maybe the manuscript fee is not bad. ”

"There is no manuscript fee for this thing in a false name. ”

“......”

"Are you sure you can't get into professional publications just because of your qualifications, not your level?"

Zhang Yuanwen felt that he really couldn't praise Jiang Jiuling, the kind that couldn't be praised by a single punctuation mark, "Young man, [knowledge is hidden in the sea of modesty], this famous saying, have you ever hung it in the corridor of your school?"

Jiang Jiuling shook his head, "Director, you estimate that the manuscript fee can be 1,000, so can you advance me a few hundred first?"

"You're short of money?"

Jiang Jiuling thought to himself, you see me wearing this dirt and scum, and you also know that I am short of money.

The days when he was less than ten yuan were very sad, even if Jiang Jiuling had always wanted to visit Concubine Zhao, he was really embarrassed to go empty-handed.

I don't know when the Rosso pig will be sold.

Zhang Yuanwen suspiciously took out the wallet, which contained only two pieces of 100 yuan, and a piece of 50 or a few pieces of 10 yuan in change.

"You...... How much do you want to advance?"

The fourth set of RMB, which Jiang Jiuling also used often when he was a child, is no stranger to this, "250." ”

"260, 250 doesn't sound good. ”

Zhang Yuanwen struggled for a long time before finally gritting his teeth and pulling out 260 pieces from his wallet.

His heart ached faintly, his salary was managed by his wife, and the money in his wallet was his pocket money this month, how could he be embarrassed to tell Jiang Jiuling.

But he is willing to turn his signature into a laboratory, and Zhang Yuanwen is even more embarrassed to say "no advance".

Zhang Yuanwen gritted his teeth, looked at the wallet with more than 20 yuan of change left, and said sadly: "260, you can take it." ”

"Wait... When the manuscript fee for the knowledge journal arrives, I will let you know. ”

Jiang Jiuling smiled.

......

When walking on the road, Jiang Jiuling felt that his waist was a lot straighter.

260 bucks!

For Jiang Jiuling's current situation, this is a huge amount of money. According to the price in memory, there is no problem with this money to sweep the commissary at the school gate.

Out of the compound of the Industrial Committee, Jiang Jiuling stretched out his hand to stop a human-powered tricycle with great luxury.

Menqiao Street, Go Lane.

It is two kilometers away from Jiang Jiuling's house, which is the home of Concubine Zhao.

Even though the memory of three months ago has become blurred, Jiang Jiuling, the address of Concubine Zhao, can still be remembered.

After walking around the department store on Menqiao Street for more than ten minutes, Jiang Jiuling turned sixty yuan into four boxes of cheeseline chocolates wrapped in red paper, a pound of white rabbit toffee, and a few canned fruits.

My former self was always trying to escape.

Now that I mature myself, I won't.