That night, when Jin Youdong's youngest son and daughter-in-law came home, they heard him singing happily.

There was a plate of peanuts on the table, a glass of wine and a plate of peanuts, and he was very happy to drink it himself.

Compared with the sloppy appearance in the daytime, Jin Youdong has changed out of his work clothes during the day and washed his body as much as possible, at least the smell is very light when he sits there.

"Dad, what's the good thing? So happy."

Jin Youdong asked, "Fuhai, you two haven't found anything to do, have you?"

Jin Fuhai's daughter-in-law Zhang Qiaoqiao didn't say a word, she was from the countryside, and she was very happy to follow the man into the city, but when she entered the city, she found out how tight the work in the city was, and even the temporary workers who swept the streets and dug up dung couldn't take her man's turn, let alone her, a foreigner, and her hukou was still in the township.

Jin Fuhai shook his head, "If there is a vacancy in the Educated Youth Office, it can't be our turn, we ran outside for a while, thinking that it would be better to sell fried goods, but we don't know where to collect melon seeds and peanuts."

Jin Youdong smiled a little smugly and said, "Now there are still people who know the reputation of our ancestors, and today someone came to hire your grandfather to speculate."

Kim was surprised.

He remembered that the big iron pot that his grandfather was very precious in the family was snatched away and smashed, and his grandfather was so hung that he couldn't find a job, and he didn't want to go to the street to sell fried goods.

I've heard his dad brag about the glory of the past many times, but who knows if it's true or not? But what he dares to say is that the taste of his fried food is absolutely top!

"Dad, you mean you're going to do the work for someone else, leaving the work of cleaning the streets and digging up the manure for me?"

There was still a little excitement in Jin Fuhai's tone.

It's not that he wants to dig dung, it's that he really doesn't want to be idle like this.

The streets are swept every day, and the dung is not dug every day, he does this job!

Jin Youdong glanced at him, "What kind of dung do you dig up at a young age? Don't think our house stinks enough? I told you to go and give people to speculate, don't you? During the Chinese New Year, you did all the fried food at home, and there are seasonings at home, and I went to buy all the uneven ones in the afternoon, and tomorrow I will show my hand to others, salty, spiced, caramel, spicy, I have taught you, tomorrow grasp the heat, whether you can have a job depends on yourself."

After hearing this, Jin Fuhai rubbed his hands, and when he looked at his daughter-in-law, both of them were excited in their eyes.

When she met her roommate in her dormitory on Monday morning, Ms. Zhang told her that someone claiming to be the editor of the Shanghai Fine Arts Publishing House had come to her yesterday afternoon.

Jiang Xinyu's eyes lit up, "Is it a man or a woman? Where did the people go? Did you say when you would come again?"

Zhang Xi shook his head, "You will ask Yao Xin later, she took someone to the Xinnan Courtyard to look for you yesterday, you are not in the courtyard, and I don't know the follow-up."

Jiang Xinyu couldn't help but pull Yao Xin over quickly, this guy couldn't get up in the morning, every time he went to class in the morning, he always stepped into the classroom, and he couldn't wake up all day long.

Did the book she spent so long producing have a good result?

By the time Yao Xin yawned and stepped into the classroom, it was already fifteen minutes later.

His eyes searched for the vacant seat occupied by the book next to Jiang Xinyu, and Yao Xin sat down energetically.

Jiang Xinyu immediately turned on the small note mode.

"An editor from an art publishing house came to me yesterday?"

"Yes, you are not in the yard, he said that he would come back at noon today, and he would wait for you at the bench by the lake, saying that he was looking for you to talk about the album. You're done with that book? Let me see it all in two."

Jiang Xinyu wrote, "If it can be published, I will give you a copy."

She is beautiful in her heart at this moment, if it wasn't for the things she sent, how could the editor come over in person?

After the morning class, Jiang Xinyu met the editor from the Shanghai Fine Arts Publishing House by the lake.

"Hello Mr. Jiang, my name is Zhao Weihua, and I am an editor of the Shanghai Fine Arts Publishing House. I know that you still have to go to the cafeteria to eat at noon, so I will say bluntly, our society intends to publish the reading materials you sent past, do you guarantee that this book is all written by you alone?"

Jiang Xinyu nodded affirmatively, "Hello, Editor Zhao, I promise

I did it alone."

Zhao Weihua nodded, "Okay, I want to read the complete volume."

Jiang Xinyu looked at her watch and said, "There is still enough time now, I will go to the cafeteria to get some food, why don't you take something and go to my house to discuss specific matters?"

It's a place where people come and go, not a place to talk about things.

There was a table in the courtyard, just outside the kitchen, Jiang Xinyu took out two stools, took out the album, and poured water for him.

Zhao Weihua was surprised that there were so many goods piled up in the courtyard, but he didn't say much, but looked through the album.

He looked very carefully, and when he turned to the last page, he said, "There is still suspense, there is no complete ending."

Jiang Xinyu nodded, "The story structure is very long, and I didn't plan to finish the painting and calligraphy in one volume."

How much can a painting say? It's not words.

Zhao Weihua understood what she meant and felt that she was quite smart. Also, it is not surprising that college students at Huaqing University have wonderful ideas.

"Jiang's painting style is unique, combining Chinese and English, and the content is also educational. Let's talk about the cooperation model."

Jiang Xinyu likes his way of talking straight to the point without dragging his feet, which can really save a lot of time.

"In other words, if the first volume sells well after it is published, will you choose to continue painting?"

Jiang Xinyu nodded, "That's for sure."

Zhao Weihua

Then he asked, "Which do you prefer, buyouts or royalties?"

Jiang Xinyu took a sip of water and asked, "If you buy out, how much can your publishing house give?"

Zhao Weihua thought for a while and said, "Student Jiang, you should know that your book has never been on the market, and all of our publishing houses are also risky to publish, and the sales volume is not good to say that it is one of them, and the production cost of all color inner pages is also very high, if..."

Jiang Xinyu just smiled lightly and didn't rush to interrupt him. What the editor said today is much better than what the editor-in-chief of the Capital Fine Arts Publishing House said, not to mention the fact that people are interested in publishing her works.

In the end, Zhao Weihua gave a price of 500 yuan.

At this price, Jiang Xinyu was naturally not satisfied.

"Editor Zhao, in the current university, English is a big course, and it is difficult to say that it will not be listed as a compulsory course in the next few years, or one day English will have a place in the college entrance examination.

Zhao Weihua knew that college students were not easy to deal with.

"What you said hasn't happened yet, but I can't say for sure that day won't come. If you can find a professor at your school to write a preface recommendation for you, our publishing house can give you 8 percent, and if the book is published and sold in a significant quantity, the distribution contract for the second volume must also be signed by our publishing house."