Sun Taotao left Jiang Fanyue with a small box of fairy tale books.

Most people don't bring so many books with them when they go back to their hometowns to visit their patients.

Jiang Fanyue checked it carefully, and sure enough, nearly half of the books were brand new, and there was no trace of flipping through them, but the outer layer of plastic sealing was removed.

Yao Rong also discovered this: "This is specially prepared for you by Taotao." ”

Jiang Fanyue held these books and felt the support and expectations contained in them.

In addition to her mother, there are people who are silently looking forward to her future.

Jiang Fanyue made book covers with newspapers overnight, carefully protecting the covers of these books, and then began to read them hungrily, learning writing skills and broadening his horizons.

Yao Rong also returned to his busyness.

The warehouse was cleaned up, and the signboard of Yao Rong's customized "Fairy Tale World" also arrived.

She herself is not superstitious, and originally thought that she would start work the next day, but the village chief rejected her proposal in a word, buried her head in the calendar for a while, and helped her pick a good day and an auspicious day.

"A good omen."

Yao Rong couldn't cry or laugh: "Listen to uncle." ”

October 12, everything is appropriate.

The villagers got up early and gathered outside the factory.

Zhao Brown also rushed over from the city.

Yao Rong stood at the gate of the factory and lit a firecracker with his own hands.

In the crackling sound, Yao Rong tore off the red cloth hanging on the signboard, and announced with a smile that the "Fairy Tale World" factory officially started today.

Jiang Fanyue, Yao Ruirui, and Yao Miaomiao all held small bamboo baskets and distributed biscuits and candy to the villagers.

After getting the biscuits and sweets, the people in the village dispersed, and did not gather around here to continue to join in the fun, delaying their work.

The four employees and Rui Rui's mother all entered the warehouse and began to get busy.

Zhao Brown stepped on the firecracker debris all over the ground, walked in front of Yao Rong, and beamed with joy: "Sister Yao, congratulations." ”

Yao Rong turned around: "Let's go, I'll take you inside to visit." ”

"Okay, I just wanted to tell you about consignment."

Zhao Brown told him what he had done and what he had observed these days.

He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a thick envelope: "It's four hundred and eighty-two yuan in it, do you calculate the number?" ”

Yao Rong directly took out four hundred yuan from it and handed it to Zhao Brown: "I paid credit in your store before, and now I will settle it with you." It's more than the cost of asking you to help run errands these days. ”

She had bought three hundred and sixty-eight yuan of things in the timber store before, and the remaining thirty-two yuan was her errand fee for Zhao Brown.

Zhao Brown waved his hand: "I said before that I would help you run errands for free." ”

Yao Rong smiled: "I'm not polite to you, you take it first." ”

Zhao Brown hesitated, but still took it.

The warehouse is not small, but there are not many employees, so only a few houses are open, and most of the houses are temporarily idle.

Yao Rong took Zhao Brown around the entire warehouse, and then took him to watch the workers busy.

All four workers were old and had gray hair, but their hands were steady with knives and they were not much less efficient than those of young people.

At noon, Zhao Brown stayed here and had lunch with the workers.

To tell the truth, the lunch prepared by the factory is much more hearty than the lunch prepared by the villagers themselves, with meat and soup, and the nutrition is balanced.

After eating, Yao Rong poured Zhao Brown a glass of water and asked him what he thought of the factory.

Zhao Brown gave the answer objectively.

Yao Rong threw an olive branch: "Then do you want to come to work in our factory?" ”

Even though he had already guessed Yao Rong's intentions, when he heard this, Zhao Palm's mind was still hot: "Can I?" ”

What Yao Rong wants Zhao Brown to do is marketing.

He may still have some flaws, but the fairy tale world factory is just getting started, and he has enough time and space to accompany this factory to grow.

"If Sister Yao thinks I'm up to the task, I'll definitely come." Zhao Brown said eagerly.

Yao Rong said: "Then listen to the treatment I give you." ”

Zhao Brown's salary is composed of two parts, one is a fixed salary and the other is a commission.

He runs the business outside, and the more orders he gets, the more he can get a salary.

Even if you don't look at the commission, just looking at the fixed salary is already very considerable in this era.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yao Rong opened his mouth to confirm with him: "Do you see if there is anything you are not satisfied with?" ”

Zhao Brown shook his head and nodded, what else could he be dissatisfied with.

In the past 20 years, he has never been expected.

People around him said that he was idle and a second-rate man.

His father said that he had low eyes and was unwilling to be down-to-earth.

The mother of the blind date looked down on him and felt that her daughter would definitely suffer with him.

has known Yao Rong for more than a month, and Yao Rong has not positively affirmed his advantages, but she can offer such a salary, which is already the greatest recognition of his ability and character.

Yao Rong smiled and took out a contract that had already been prepared from the folder.

"Sign it."

Zhao Brown held the pen and his hand trembled a little when he signed.

Yao Rong stretched out his right hand to him and said, "Zhao Brown, welcome to the fairy tale world." ”

Zhao Brown felt that the name was too apt.

He felt like he was dreaming right now.

Early in the morning, Lu Junhao pedaled his bicycle to Changjin Publishing House.

When he arrived at the door, he unpacked his backpack and said to the doorman, "I'll get the letter from the editorial department." ”

He is an intern editor in the editorial department of Changjin Publishing House, and what he has to do every day is to come to the doorman to pick up the letters, and then open all the letters, and pick out the submitted letters to read.

When you encounter the kind of casually written letters, you put them aside and return them according to the address afterwards.

When you come across a well-written letter, pick it out and take it to other formal editors for review.

After parking the bicycle, Lu Junhao carried dozens of letters and soy milk fritters to the editorial office on the third floor.

By the time he arrived, there were already quite a few editors working inside.

Lu Juntao walked to his desk and opened the letters one after another.

After reading more than 20 letters in a row, Lu Juntao rubbed his eyebrows and felt tired.

Although their publishing house is open to readers, the quality of the vast majority of readers' contributions is not high enough, and there are many obvious problems, which make it difficult to catch people's attention and catch people's attention in the first place.

So after watching too much, Lu Juntao was a little lacking in interest.

"What's the matter, didn't you get anything today?" Xiao Jianguo, the old editor who was in charge of taking him next to him, asked with a smile.

Lu Juntao said: "There is a harvest. But they're all old authors, and there's nothing bright about newcomers. ”

Xiao Jianguo laughed: "This is also normal." You can review every day, but you can't have a bright new person every day. ”

Lu Juntao took a sip of tea to refresh himself and picked up the next letter casually.

The immature but neat notes came into view, and Lu Juntao sighed softly.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Juntao didn't speak, and after a while, he handed the letter in his hand to Xiao Jianguo: "Editor Xiao, take a look." ”

Xiao Jianguo glanced down: ""Grandpa Big Tree Left in Winter"...... How does this name feel like a fairy tale? ”

"It's a fairy tale."

Xiao Jianguo happened to be tired, this story was only two pages long, and it didn't waste time to see it, so he reached out and took it.

Soon, his expression became a little stunned.

Lu Juntao was young and had never experienced the regret of not being able to say goodbye to his loved ones.

He's different.

His father said goodbye to him when the sun went down, but he didn't wake up the next day.

It's not that people can't accept their loved ones leaving.

It's just that I can't accept that I lost the most important person when I woke up, and I regret that I didn't say goodbye properly.

Xiao Jianguo closed the letter: "This is indeed a fairy tale. However, it is not only a fairy tale for children, but also a fairy tale for adults. ”

When Lu Juntao heard him say this, he knew that this submission was accepted: "This author is a newcomer, the pen is not heavy, and he should not be very old." ”

"Which newspaper did she vote for this article?"

"It happens to be the family column of "Changjin Weekly" that you are responsible for."

Xiao Jianguo nodded, read the article from beginning to end again, and got up to find the editor-in-chief.

In order to get the factory on the right track as soon as possible, Yao Rong has been running around the village and the city recently.

Jiang Fanyue knew that she was working hard, so she didn't bother her, staying at home every day to conceive the story of the wishing mirror, or review the textbooks of the last semester.

On this day, Jiang Fanyue had just done a few math problems, and someone outside the door shouted: "Is this Jiang Fanyue's house, there is your letter." ”

Jiang Fanyue ran to open the door and took the letter from the postman.

When I looked down at the sender, I suddenly became nervous.

This is a rejection letter......

Or is it an approved letter?

Jiang Fanyue tore open the letter, took out the things inside, and first saw a remittance slip of twenty yuan.

An emotion called joy rose from the bottom of my heart.

But before joy could reach the tip of her eyebrows, the sourness reached the tip of her nose first, causing her nose and eye sockets to be slightly sour.

She actually did, really did. Jiang Fanyue subconsciously wanted to share the good news with Yao Rong, she even forgot to put on her cotton clothes, wore a turtleneck, and rushed to the factory with the remittance slip and letters.

It's just that when she arrived at the factory, she searched around but didn't find Yao Rong, and asked Ruirui's mother to find out that Yao Rong went to the city again this morning.

"Is there something urgent?"

Jiang Fanyue pursed her lips: "There is no urgency." ”

In fact, this news can be shared at any time.

She just wanted to tell her mother about it as soon as possible.

"Then why did you run out without even a cotton coat?"

A familiar voice came from the direction of the factory gate.

Yao Rong was wearing a knee-length cotton robe, his eyes turned around Jiang Fanyue's hand, as if he thought of something, he eagerly took the letter, and after seeing the content of the letter, his eyes suddenly widened, and the corners of his lips unconsciously rose.

"Congratulations, little writer."

"Your story is about to be seen by more people."

Jiang Fanyue looked up at her, her eyes were moist, but she smiled brightly.

It's easy to want to destroy a person's self-confidence.

It only takes ridicule from peers, negation from elders.

It is a long process to rebuild faith from the ruins.

Trees need water to grow, and people need to feel loved to live.

She was not loved and had no self-confidence, and she almost died in the rainy night along with her dreams.

However, her mother walked out of the rainy night with her.

She walked and walked, and suddenly found that she was also loved.

So she began to learn to love others in being loved.

In the process of learning to love others, I re-established my self-confidence in the ruins.

[Ding, the system has detected that Jiang Fanyue's current inferiority complex is 60, please keep up the host's efforts]