At the radio station of the General Iron and Steel Plant, Lu Xiaorong was writing a manuscript with a pen in his hand.

It's just that now she is not writing a radio script, but the three-body story she heard from Shen Lin, and then reprocessing it herself.

The opening 200,000 words of the three-body problem, Lu Xiaorong has already sent it to Fantasy World Magazine, but the magazine has not yet heard back.

Lu Xiaorong is not in a hurry, she is confident in her skills. No, it should be said, she has faith in the stories she writes.

Originally, Lu Xiaorong felt that the Wandering Earth she had written was powerful enough, but when Shen Lin wrote the story of the three-body problem, she felt that this novel was more attractive.

Shen Lin's head didn't know how it grew, how could there be so many whimsical ideas.

As if to match her good mood, today's sunshine is exceptionally good, warm and dry, exuding a smell of new cotton.

Lu Xiaorong, who was infinitely satisfied, was filled with an unconcealable love on his whole face, which was like a warm sunshine, making people comfortable and serene.

Letting his thoughts go unchecked, Lu Xiaorong suddenly thought of last night, thought of her husband's performance, and unconsciously smiled, her face turned red, and she couldn't help blurting out: "Bad guy!"

"Xiaorong, who are you scolding here!" A ridiculous voice sounded in Lu Xiaorong's ears.

Looking at Li Xiaoli, who was walking over with a cup, Lu Xiaorong smiled: "I didn't scold you again, hehe, I ...... I wrote a bad guy, so I couldn't help but curse! ”

Li Xiaoli looked at the pile of manuscript paper written by Lu Xiaorong, stroked her forehead and said, "Oh, I've written so much, let me take a look at it first." ”

"No problem, I'll give you the finished one in a while." Lu Xiaorong stroked his somewhat hot face, and secretly told himself that he couldn't lose his temper like this anymore.

Just as the two of them were talking, Leng Qingguang walked in. In his hand, he also carried a large envelope.

"Lu Xiaorong, your letter, science fiction." As Leng Qingguang spoke, he handed the envelope to Lu Xiaorong.

Although his expression was flat, he looked at the big envelope tightly, obviously expecting Lu Xiaorong to open the envelope.

Lu Xiaorong hadn't taken it yet, Li Xiaoli had already snatched it and said, "Xiaorong, you are writing articles with such a skillful pen, and you are doing rough work like opening items, so let's do it." ”

As she spoke, Li Xiaoli picked up the scissors on the desk and cut the big envelope directly, and the first thing that caught Li Xiaoli's eyes was a magazine in the science fiction world.

On the first line of the cover of the magazine, it is written in red letters: The latest masterpiece of the author of The Wandering Earth!

"Xiaorong, your work has been published again, amazing!"

When Leng Qingguang brought the mail, although he already had a guess in his heart, he still admired the beautifully printed magazine.

These days, he has been working hard secretly, and he also wants to make his words into lead prints, but unfortunately, his efforts these days have not had too obvious results.

Lu Xiaorong took the magazine in his hand, and saw the first line of the catalog page, which prominently wrote his works, and on the author column, Lu Xiaorong and Shen Lin were written.

Seeing these two names, Lu Xiaorong was stunned. Because when she was carrying Shen Lin behind her back and sending the manuscript out, the author's part clearly stated that Shen Lin was the first author.

Why is Shen Lin behind him instead?

"Xiaorong, your husband and wife are really affectionate, what you wrote yourself, you have to add your husband's name in the author column, tsk." Li Xiaoli also saw the name of the author in the magazine and sighed.

And Leng Qingguang, who was standing on the side, had also woken up from his chagrin at this time.

Immediately coughed and said, "Xiao Rong, I shouldn't have said anything about this matter." ”

"As a big brother, I still want to remind you that although this work was written by you, what I want to tell you is that you have to have some respect for this work."

"I know, you want to share your fame with Shen Lin, but aren't you destroying the seriousness of literature?"

Lu Xiaorong looked at the cold light on the line, and really didn't know what to say at this time.

She hurriedly explained: "Stationmaster Leng, this story is really something I came up with with Shen Lin, and Shen Lin is still the main ......."

"Xiao Rong, it's not that I don't know about Shen Lin's situation, let me tell you, if you want to say that Shen Lin can make money, I don't doubt this at all."

"However, if you want to say that Shen Lin can write these things, don't say it's me, if you ask anyone in our factory, they won't believe it."

Li Xiaoli smiled and said: "The deputy stationmaster is right, Xiaorong, you can't afford to wear a halo for your husband, Shen Lin himself is a man of the hour!" ”

While speaking, Li Xiaoli picked up the list again, just glanced at it, and screamed.

"Li Xiaoli, can you stop making such a fuss!" As the deputy station director, although Leng Qingguang leads very few people, he is one of the people in charge of the radio station after all.

Li Xiaoli's babbling performance made him very dissatisfied. Every time there is a big event, you need to be calm and calm, and you still have to have an attitude towards the world.

Li Xiaoli couldn't care so much, and screamed: "One thousand yuan, stationmaster Leng, look, this is Xiaorong's manuscript fee." ”

"A thousand dollars! This is true, twenty words in a thousand words, this ......" Leng Qingguang looked at the remittance slip in front of him, and he didn't know what to say.

One thousand yuan, this number, is like a sledgehammer, smashing firmly on his head.

As one of the talents of the main factory, Leng Qingguang has not published anything, but most of them are tofu cubes of less than 1,000 words.

His manuscript fee, the most, was ten yuan.

And Lu Xiaorong has now received thousands of yuan in manuscript fees.

"Xiaorong, how many manuscripts have you sent over there, and why is the manuscript fee so high?" Li Xiaoli asked curiously.

"I ...... I sent about 50,000 words. Lu Xiaorong said softly.

Li Xiaoli looked at the remittance slip in her hand, as if she suddenly thought of something, she quickly handed the remittance slip to Lu Xiaorong and said: "Xiaorong, you put it away quickly, if you drop it, even if you sell me, you can't afford to pay for it." ”

Looking at Li Xiaoli, who looked cautious, Lu Xiaorong took the things with a smile.

At this moment, I heard someone shouting below: "Xiao Rong." ”

Hearing this voice, Lu Xiaorong hurriedly said, "Stationmaster, Xiaoli, Shen Lin has come to pick me up." ”

While speaking, Lu Xiaorong packed up his things and walked downstairs with his handbag.

"One thousand yuan, my monthly salary is only forty-six, and I can't save this number in three years, Xiaorong's income is really enviable!" Li Xiaoli was lying on the table, looking deeply shocked.

"She's a ray of light, and I find that I can't catch up!"

Leng Qingguang didn't answer, but he sighed in his heart, what is the money Lu Xiaorong earns now, and the money her husband has earned these days is enviable!

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