In early June, the communication room of the hydraulic component factory received a registered letter from the editorial department of "Ancient Legends" in Wuhan, Hubei Province.

Lao Qiu, the gatekeeper of the communication room, signed and stamped the letter, looked at it and felt strange, and called Zhou Xiaoyan, who had been promoted to deputy director of the office.

"Director Zhou, can you see if this registered letter was sent to the wrong place?"

Zhou Xiaoyan took the brown paper envelope with a red seal on it, looked at it, and said

"It's Director Huang's letter, the address is right! "Legend of the Ancients"? Oh! Maybe Director Huang subscribed to this magazine. It's strange, why should the editor of the magazine reply to the letter?"

Lao Qiu said, "I just look strange, it's been more than ten years, and I've never seen any editorial department write to our factory!"

"I don't understand it either!"

"Then please take this letter and hand it over to Director Huang!"

"Okay!"

Zhou Xiaoyan came to the bungalow in the office area of the hydraulic component factory, where there were only five rooms with corridors, sitting north and facing south.

Each room is about 25 square meters, one is the financial department, and the other is the reception room and conference room, and there is a three-person sofa that can be put down as a bed.

One room is reserved for Zhou Xiaoyan, Wang Xiangchun, and Tang Jianjian to build a few offices, and the rest is the factory director's office.

Two large desks were placed in the director's room facing each other, and in the middle of the table was a dial-up pulse telephone, which was crowded with two wooden benches, a pair of single sofas, and several old filing cabinets.

Zhou Xiaoyan knocked on the open door of the factory director's office and said, "Director Huang, have you ordered "Ancient Legends"? ”

""Ancient Legends" replied?" At this moment, Huang Daozhou couldn't help but get nervous, and his breathing was much heavier.

Writing a long story is really too far away from ordinary people, Huang Daozhou has been full of expectations during this time, and the moment before the mystery is about to be revealed, he actually has a little gaffe.

"What's wrong with you, Director Huang, aren't you feeling well?"

Zhou Xiaoyan sensed that Huang Daozhou's expression was wrong, and said with concern.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!"

Huang Daozhou, who took the letter, adjusted his breathing, carefully picked up scissors to cut open the envelope, read it silently, and soon a smile bloomed on his face.

In the end, Huang Daozhou couldn't help but laugh out loud with "hahaha......".

"What's the matter? So happy. ”

"Happy event, my family Huang Han...... Oh, nothing, it's just me, alas! It's hard to say, see for yourself. ”

Huang Daozhou is a real person after all, and he is really embarrassed to say that he wrote a film that is about to be serialized in the latest issue of "Ancient Legends", and people remitted the manuscript fee.

"Oh mom!" Zhou Xiaoyan, who had already read the contents of the reply at a glance and ten lines, exclaimed.

"Director Huang, you are amazing. Zhou Xiaoyan, who was excited, ran to the finance department and then went to the workshop.

Only half an hour later, the entire hydraulic component factory knew that Director Huang was not only a capable person who invigorated the economy, but also a talented writer.

Ding Jun, a young worker who arranged an apprentice in the storage room of the hydraulic components factory, asked Zhou Xiaoyan, who came to get the material inventory table

"Director Zhou, I heard that Director Huang has a long story to be serialized in "Ancient Legends", and the editorial department has remitted the manuscript fee after deducting taxes?"

"I've read the letter, and I've seen the remittance slip, which is more than 1,300 yuan?"

Ding Jun swallowed a big mouthful of saliva and exclaimed, "It's not fateful, the manuscript fee is so valuable!"

"The letter from the editor said that because the manuscript was wonderful, the editorial department of "Ancient Legends" took the initiative to increase the manuscript fee, which was calculated according to 1,000 words and 12 yuan. ”

"This money can buy a 14-inch color TV! It can really make people envious to death! Alas! If only I could write!"

"Hehe! You're a high school graduate, you can give it a try! Maybe you can write a color TV. ”

"Where am I that material!"

Although he said so, Ding Jun really had the idea of writing in his heart.

Huang Daoqian, who was listening from the sidelines, was stunned, one after another, what happened to this third child? The gods possessed him? Writing and publishing such a high-end unimaginable thing has been done?

Can he write why can't I? At this moment, Huang Daoqian began to think nonsense.

Huang Xiancheng, deputy director of the first workshop, was also stupid, and he was surrounded by more than 20 colleagues and asked questions.

A young apprentice said, "I have a copy of "Ancient Legends" at home, and it is serialized on it, but I didn't expect our director Huang to be a writer.

When did he start writing? Did he publish anything before?"

"Director Huang, do you know what story our Director Huang wrote?

"Could it be a book to catch spies?"

A young worker sighed, "Director Huang is so powerful, he can use his pen to cover our salary for two or three years!"

"No! I remember that you took more than 50 yuan last month, and it should be more this month, and the salary for three years must add up to more than 2,000 yuan, right?"

"We have to do to get bonuses, it's very unstable, who can guarantee that it will be as good as it is now in three years?"

"Yes, too!"

A gray-haired rehired master said with envy, "Convinced, served, I am completely convinced, compared with the director of the Huang factory, I have lived to be a dog!"

A new apprentice said, "I'm going to wait for Director Huang to come to the workshop, and ask him to sign my notebook!"

The other said, "I'm not, I'm going to buy the next issue of "Ancient Legends", ask Director Huang to sign the book, and I can take the book to show off to my classmates in the future." ”

"yes! I'm going to buy a copy too. The book has the author's autograph, which I couldn't have imagined before!"

"How often does "Ancient Legends" be published, and how much does it cost?"

"I can't say exactly how long it will be issued, but it's probably more than two yuan! I don't know if there has been a price increase. ”

It can't be blamed that the young workers are not very clear, because "Ancient Legends", which has just been published for less than a year, has no fixed release time, and it should be on the market with them.

How much to issue, when to issue, and there is a certain degree of flexibility. Later, it was changed to a bimonthly, monthly, and semi-monthly magazine.

"I'll go to the post office after work. ”

"Xiao Wang, you go home and go to East Street, right?"

"Uh-huh!"

"You remember to bring money, if you see that this issue of "Ancient Legends" published by Director Huang has arrived, help me buy a copy. ”

"Buy me a copy too. ”

"I want it too!"

"No problem, I stop by to check on and off work, and make sure to buy it as soon as the post office arrives. ”

The old master smiled and said, "Okay, okay, stop talking, you don't want to earn bonuses? Xiao Wang, remember to bring a copy for me too. ”

"Master Gu, didn't you say you couldn't read a few words?"

"I've never bought a book in my life, and I haven't read it, so this time I opened a foreign meat dish and went home and looked it up in the dictionary. ”

"Yo ho, Master Gu, you really dare to think about it! I'm afraid that a copy of "Legends of the Ancient World" has two or three hundred thousand words, and if you look at it this way, I'm afraid it will take more than half a year. ”

"The longer you look at it, the more cost-effective it is, for more than two yuan, you can buy three catties of pork! ”

"Ahh......h

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