"Hey, see you later!"
After saying hello to the guard, Chu Heng drove out of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs with a disappointed look on his face. He originally came here to ask Liu Haokong about the preparations of the shoe store. Is there any need for help? Unexpectedly, Lord Liu has hardly been to the unit in the past two days. He has been busy outside collecting various materials that can be used to make cloth shoes, which made him come up empty-handed.
“What should we do?”
The car was driving aimlessly on the road. Chu Heng, who was extremely bored, took some time to find someone to drink with just after ten o’clock. It's actually a bit early, and he doesn't like playing cards either.
“Okay, let’s go to the dormitory and have a look.”
After making a decision, he remembered that there were still two manuscripts at home that had not been returned, so he quickly turned the car around and rushed to Banchang Hutong. When he got home, he put the two manuscripts he had brought back before and came out of the house again. , heading towards the dormitory of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Ministry of Affairs Street, No. 30.
Inside the warehouse.
It has only been a few days since Chu Heng came last.
But the changes before and after are not small.
The last time he came here, he shared a lot of things with these writers, so that many people who didn't know what to write before had some inspiration and found a way.
At this moment.
In the huge room, more than a hundred people were distributed in separate rows throughout the place. Most of them had already begun to write, while only a small number of people were still thinking hard and looking for inspiration.
Jiang Fanghao stood at the door of the warehouse, looking at the focused and serious heads in the room. He felt that these people were like seeds that had just been planted in the fertile soil and had been fertilized. Fertilize and water enough, he just needs to wait for the melon to ripen and the stems fall off.
This time, he was taken away again!
"Hey!"
Jiang Fanghao couldn't help but chuckle.
“Squeak!”
At this time, the warehouse door was opened, and Chu Heng walked in holding two manuscripts.
“Ouch, team leader!”
When he saw him come in, Jiang Fanghao rushed over to him as if he were his own father, with as much respect as possible.
“This is for you.” Chu Heng handed the manuscript to him.
Jiang Fanghao took it with both hands and asked: "What do you think of these two books? Are they qualified?"
"I think they are average, but I like the ones at home." Chu Heng did not reject these two books based on his own preferences. Instead, he suggested to him: "If you do this, go back and find a few more people to take a look at the books they wrote, and then ask those people to follow the instructions." I would like to give these books a score of 10 out of 10. Those with an average score of six or above are considered qualified and can be added to the publication list. "Okay, I'll do it later." Jiang Fanghao nodded hurriedly, and was about to report the current situation to him, when suddenly. A man came over with a piece of manuscript paper and asked Chu Heng very carefully: "Well, Comrade Chu, this is something I wrote after listening to your guidance. Could you please take a look at it?" Can you please correct me? ”
"Hey, it's pretty fast." Chu Heng casually took the pieces of light manuscript paper he handed over and read them carefully in front of him.
The manuscript was not very long in total, just over 4,000 words, and he finished reading it in a short while.
Looking up and looking away from the paper, Chu Heng frowned and thought for a moment, then cautiously suggested: "The writing is good, both in terms of writing skills and character portrayal, but in my personal opinion Come on, the plot is still a bit delayed. Try to be more concise and make the plot more detailed. Keeping it within one or two thousand words will probably attract more people to read it.”
Because it is a physical book, not an online text, Chu Heng did not tell him the three golden chapters. After all, readers of physical books are much more patient than readers of online books.
"One or two thousand..., okay, thank you Comrade Chu, I will try to streamline it when I go back." The man really listened, and left with the manuscript thoughtfully.
Chu Heng looked at his leaving figure and then looked at the intellectuals in this room. His eyes suddenly lit up, and his previously dormant idea of becoming a celebrity was revived again. Although I am a waste in writing, don't I still have a room full of elite soldiers and generals?
He has memorized the plot and knows the settings in his heart. This is equivalent to a person having a skeleton. All he needs to do is find someone to help fill it in with flesh and blood.
The more Chu Heng thought about it, the more he thought it was feasible, so after hurriedly saying hello to Jiang Fanghao, he ran out as if being chased by a dog.
“You should be busy, I have something else to do, so I’ll leave first.”
"No..."
Jiang Fanghao, who still wanted to talk to him about the situation of the creative team, was confused.
He looked at the manuscript in his hand, then looked at Chu Heng, who was almost out of sight, and scratched his head in surprise.
Going all this way just to return a manuscript?
When did Daesheng Heng’s legs become so worthless?
...
After Chu Heng left the Ministry of Foreign Affairs dormitory, he went straight home, then shut himself into the study room with great enthusiasm, took out paper and pen again and started writing about Harry Potter in his mind Various settings of that book.
This is much simpler than writing a novel directly, but the amount of work is not small and it will take a while to complete.
The sun rises and the moon sets, black and white alternate, and five days pass quietly like this.
This morning, Chu Heng, who was retreating in his study to write the settings for his work, was suddenly disrupted by a phone call.
Old Man Wen, who was looking at the phone booth on the street, suddenly came over to inform him that Liu Haokong had called and asked him to go to Gao Ling's studio to discuss important matters.
“Tsk! You really know how to find the time.”
Chu Heng glanced at the set set that was about to be completed on the table impatiently, so he had to put down the pen, put on the car keys and hurried out.
Volga flew all the way, and soon he drove to the door of Gaoling Studio.
“You’re finally here.”
As soon as Chu Heng got out of the car, Liu Haokong pulled his arm and dragged him into the studio after hearing the noise.
There were quite a few people in the studio at this time, including the Gao Ling sisters and the two designers from the jewelry shop next door, Yin Huijie and Bai Jiabao, and besides them there were three little old men over fifty years old. , are all old shoemakers that Liu Haokong recruited from Neilian.
"Sit down quickly, sit down quickly."
Liu Haokong pulled Chu Heng to the sofa and sat down, and said to him: "Come on, tell us what to do after the shoe store We need to develop the direction.”
“No, that’s why you came to me?” Chu Heng looked at him speechlessly: “Didn’t I tell you this when we were in the study last time? Just tell them.”
"Hey, I'm afraid I won't speak well, so hurry up." Liu Haokong smiled and put a cigarette on the ground.
"Dede, I really owe you."
Chu Heng rolled his eyelids, took the cigarette, glanced at Gao Ling and others, and said eloquently: "Then let me tell you about it. Our shoe store still takes a high-end route and the style is At present, I plan to divide it into two categories, one is fashion and the other is business. The design aspect will be left to Gao Ling. Is this okay?”
“But I have never designed shoes, I’m afraid. I can't handle it, leader." Gao Ling looked a little frightened.
“You can’t study. Have you designed clothes before?” Chu Heng glanced at her and said lightly: “In addition, we won’t let you work in vain here, and will give you an extra job. "
"Huh? Double salary? Then, then...then I will do my best!" Gao Ling was immediately full of energy when he heard that there was still money to be paid.
As the old saying goes, money can bring trouble. Chu Heng has always been certain that as long as the money is in place, there is nothing in this world that cannot be solved except math problems.