The Age of Rebirth: Being spoiled and crying after marrying a retired veteran

Chapter 14 Publishers

He patted Qiao Wang on the shoulder: "When dad comes across defective men's leather shoes, I will bring them back to you."

"Dad, you don't think I would be envious, do you?"

"Aren't you envious?" Brother Qiao asked with raised eyebrows.

Qiao Wang said with a playful smile: "Hey, I'm envious."

"That's right."

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

Brother Qiao hurried to work. When he learned that Qiao was going to the publishing house again, he sent her there.

Qiao waited for the third brother to leave again.

He looked at the Simple Publishing House in front of him and walked in.

The entire room on the second floor is not big, with only a few workbenches with a large number of manuscripts stacked on them. Each person has a landline phone installed at their work station. This is a big deal, since they are the only ones in the factory who have landline phones in their offices.

"Who are you?" Qiao took another two steps inside and was stopped by a middle-aged man wearing glasses.

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

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

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

Don't care about her.

She hesitated for a moment, took out a copy of the card from her bag, and handed it to the other party.

"What is this?" The middle-aged man flipped through it a few times, but couldn't see it clearly, "Animation? Our publishing house only accepts literary manuscripts for the time being, not this kind... This is a novel for children, right?" ?”

"No, I'm studying Russian." Qiao explained silently.

"I don't see this at all..." The man realized that he had made a mistake and quickly stopped what he was about to say. He wanted to chase Joe away but then left again.

"Wait a minute." At this time, an older man came over. He had gray hair and wore reading glasses. Compared to the skinny middle-aged man, he looked gentler.

"Submitted?"

Joe nodded again, 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, and was a little surprised. He didn't even bother to talk to her, and quickly flipped through it.

"Is this for learning Russian?"

"Yes." Qiao breathed a sigh of relief when he finally found someone who knew what he was talking about.

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

The old man put on his reading glasses and read one by one. The more he read, the more satisfied he became. From time to time he glanced at Qiao again: "Not bad, not bad. This content is very concise and clear. It is suitable for beginners to use as a Russian dictionary. The most important thing is This painting is beautiful.”

"Old Liu, you don't know. This kind of painting is called cartoon animation. It is a foreign painting method, just like Western oil painting. Of course, this does not mean that it does not exist in China, but it has not been developed yet."

"Look at other people's little girls. We are always following the development of national policies and reform and opening up. We must learn more from other people's strengths and reflect on our own shortcomings. We must not deny their existence just because we did not have them before."

Editor Liu smiled at him flatteringly: "Editor He, I'm sorry, I don't understand Russian, so I didn't see it clearly."

"Little girl, I'm sorry." He looked at Qiao and apologized again and again, which was not sincere.

Joe felt it again, but didn't care about it. There were so many such small-minded people in society, "It doesn't matter."

Editor Liu breathed a sigh of relief.

Editor He called Qiao to his workstation again.

I asked her carefully about the preparation of this card.

He asked: "Do you want to publish?"

(End of this chapter)