He patted Qiao Wang's shoulder: "When Dad encounters defective men's leather shoes, I'll bring them back for you." ”

"Dad, you don't think I'm going to be envious, do you?"

"Don't you envy?" Third Brother Qiao raised his eyebrows and asked.

Qiao Wang smiled hippiely: "Hehe, envy." ”

"That's right."

The two fathers and sons get along in their own way.

Third Brother Qiao rushed to work, and when he learned that Qiao was going to the publishing house again, he sent her over.

Qiao waited for the third brother to leave.

Looking at the simple publishing house in front of me, I walked in.

The whole room on the second floor is not big, only a few workstations, on which a large number of manuscripts are stacked, and each person's workstation has a landline, which is a big deal, you must know that there is a landline in their factory and in the office.

"Who are you?" Joe continued to take two more steps inside before being stopped by a middle-aged man with glasses.

She stiffened, tightened the strap of her backpack, and said, "I'm looking for the editor-in-chief of the publishing house to submit a manuscript." ”

"Submission? You don't need to find an editor-in-chief, just give it to me, and I can review the manuscript. The middle-aged man pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said casually.

Joe saw again that the publishing house had only four staff members.

I can't take care of her.

After a moment's hesitation, she took a copy of the card out of her bag and handed it to the other party.

"What is this?" The middle-aged man casually flipped through a few times, but he didn't see it very clearly, "Animation? For the time being, our publishing house only accepts literary manuscripts, and does not accept such ...... This is a novel for children, right? ”

"No, it's Russian." Joe explained silently again.

"I can't see that this is a Russian ...... at all" The man consciously lost his words, and quickly stopped what he was about to say, and left again while trying to catch up with Joe.

"Wait." At this time, an older old man came over, he was gray-haired, he also wore reading glasses, he was more gentle than the middle-aged man's thin and thin.

"Contributors?"

Joe nodded again, and took the card back from the man's hand and handed it to the old man.

The old man looked at the beautiful card in front of him, a little surprised, he didn't bother to talk to her, and quickly flipped through it.

"This is for learning Russian, right?"

"Yes." Qiao saw that there was finally someone who knew the goods, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

In this era, there are many people who are good at reading, but there are also those who have no eyesight.

The old man pushed his reading glasses, looked at them one by one, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became, and looked at Qiao again from time to time: "Yes, yes, this content is very concise and clear, suitable for beginners to use as a Russian dictionary, and the most important thing is that this painting is beautiful." ”

"Lao Liu, you don't know, this kind of painting is called cartoon animation, which is a foreign painting method, just like Western-style oil painting, of course, this does not mean that there is no domestic one, but it has not yet developed."

"Look at other people's little girls, always follow the development of national policies, reform and opening up, we must learn more from other people's strengths, reflect on our own shortcomings, and never deny their existence because they did not exist before."

Editor Liu smiled at him flatteringly: "Editor-in-chief He, I'm sorry, I don't know Russian, so I didn't read it clearly." ”

"I'm sorry, little girl." He looked at Qiao Youyou's eyes, and the apologies were insincere.

Joe felt it again, but he didn't bother with him, there are many such cautious people in society, "It's okay." ”

Editor Liu breathed a sigh of relief.

Editor-in-Chief He called Qiao to his workstation again.

I asked her about the writing of the card.

He asked, "Do you want to publish?" ”