"In addition to innovation, the traditional craftsmanship that we have inherited for thousands of years is also very important. The masters must strictly implement the craftsmanship requirements. Every process must be as perfect as possible, and there is no room for sloppiness!"
"Eh, I'm sure."
"By the way, Mr. Marquis, take the time to find Tang Pingliu in the next few days and ask his father Tang Quan to help get some medicated insoles. Just press my God knows, whatever it is that can be used for beauty and aphrodisiacs, get it.”
“No, are you serious? How can an insole take care of this?”
“Hey, you. Just go and be done with it, there must be one, I heard Mr. Tang say this, but don’t forget to bring two hundred yuan with you, Tang Pingliu’s father will not let you go if you don’t see a rabbit, so you may not be able to invite him without taking money.”
"Okay, I'll go this afternoon."
......
It took half an hour for Chu Heng to lay out the development direction and various tasks of the shoe store. He declined Liu Haokong's invitation to have lunch together and hurriedly drove home.
As soon as Fang entered the hospital, he dove into the study, picked up paper and pen and continued writing the unfinished settings.
It was not until lunch time that Chu Heng finally finished writing the novel setting that had been written for more than five days.
"Oh, my hands and neck are sore."
Putting down the pen, Chu Heng breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the thick pile of manuscripts in front of him with satisfaction, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he put the manuscript He locked the desk drawer, stood up, shook his hands and walked out of the study.
When he came to the main room, Yang Guizhi had just put lunch on the table. Since there were few people in the family at noon, he prepared two dishes, one with fried meat with mushrooms and one with cabbage and tofu.
Huniu was sitting at the dining table impatiently at this time, staring at the food on the table with a pair of clear and bright eyes, even when her best godfather in the world came. No time to pay attention.
“Hey, there are mushrooms today!”
Chu Heng had been hungry for a long time, so he walked to the dining table and sat down. He took the rice bowl handed over by Mrs. Wu Xiumei and started eating.
Yang Guizhi and the two old ladies were eating and chatting. The one who was helping them looked at the little Huniu who was eating alone with a small spoon.
As for Chu Zhecheng who is lying on the crib, don’t worry about it. This little brat has not eaten complementary food yet, so he still doesn’t know how delicious the food is. Just feed him enough milk and give him a rattle. , I can have fun for a day.
Soon, everyone at the table finished their lunch. After the deaf old lady wiped the face of the little cat with a hot towel, she walked up to Chu Heng and blinked her big eyes. , looking forward to it: "Daddy, play ball!"
I have been busy these days. Chu Heng, who was setting the settings, met a pair of pure and clear eyes. This time he really couldn't bear to refuse. He also thought that the settings were finished, so he might as well take a rest first, so he nodded and agreed to Huniu, stood up and held her hand. The smiling little guy went to the yard and played football with her for more than half an hour.
When he saw that Huniu was a little tired, Chu Heng quickly took out two pieces of candy and gave them to her. He sent her back to the old lady's room and got into the study again.
When he came to sit down in front of the desk, Chu Heng took out his pen, filled it with ink, and prepared to start writing the outline of the novel.
But he kept the pen on the paper for a long time, but he still refused to put it down.
Chu Heng frowned, feeling a little hesitant in his heart.
While writing the setting during this period, he suddenly came up with an idea. He wanted to refer to the setting of upgrading and fighting monsters in some later Internet articles and integrate it into Harry Potter to make the characters in the book The strength of the book is clearer and not as vague as the original, which also makes the whole set of books more exciting.
It's just that he is a little worried about whether his changes will have any impact on the book, so that a best-selling book will become uninterested because of his superfluous remarks.
"Oh no, I'm afraid, I'll add it first, and then change it back if it doesn't work. Anyway, I have plenty of time." After hesitating for a while, Chu Heng let out a breath, finally sat down and decided to start writing. .
In this way, ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
Early in the morning, Chu Heng, who had finished writing the novel outline last night, went into the study after dinner. He took out the settings and outlines he had written in the past half month and checked them carefully. After confirming that there were no omissions, he put his things in his bag and left the house, preparing to go to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs dormitory to find a gun... and find someone to cooperate.
Now is the rush hour for commuting. The night shift workers have just come back and the day shift workers are leaving. The market is full of people. Some people are riding bicycles, others have their legs crossed, talking and laughing. It’s not a big deal. Walk slowly on the road. "Didi!"
Chu Heng drove slowly through the crowded crowd, and it took him a full forty minutes to arrive at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs dormitory.
It’s not even eight o’clock yet, but there are already many people in the warehouse starting to work.
Some of these people are willing to give because of the pure faith in their hearts, trying to do their best to earn more foreign exchange for the country.
Some people do it for the bonus after the novel is published.
Of course, more people are indeed forced to do so.
These tired people are all guilty. They work so hard just so that they will not be kicked back to their original units due to issues of consciousness.
“They are all busy!”
Chu Heng opened the door and walked in, looking at the group of pen holders in the room with a smile.
“Comrade Chu!”
"Leader!"
"Sit down quickly and I'll pour you tea."
After so many days, everyone basically understood Chu Heng's identity from all aspects, so Whether out of respect or fear, they all hurriedly stood up to greet them, and a few even came over to please them, offering cigarettes and serving tea.
"Oh, okay, thank you." Chu Heng took the tea poured by a middle-aged man, then turned to the other person next to him and said: "Who is that, go and call the others, I I have something to tell you.”
“Understood.”
The man hurriedly ran out of the warehouse to call those who had not come yet.
A moment later, more than twenty people hurried over, including Jiang Fanghao and Che Xiaobao, who had just come to work.
As soon as they entered the house, the three of them hurried to Chu Heng and asked.
"Team leader, what do you want to give me?"
"Uncle, you came here early this morning. Do you have anything important to do?"
"You'll find out later."
Chu Heng put down his teacup and stood up, carrying his bag and coming to the blackboard in the room to stand. He turned to face the crowd and took out two stacks of staples from his bag with a smile. With good manuscript paper, he said loudly: "This is the outline and work setting of a novel I made. It is a fantasy novel. Now I need someone to write a novel that I am satisfied with according to the outline and setting. If it succeeds, there will be a big reward. Anyone who is interested can give it a try."
"Magic?"
Some people’s eyes lit up after hearing this, and they all became interested in the magical novel written by Chu Heng, a guy who seemed to know a lot about novels.
And some people are interested in that sentence of heavy reward.
"Leader!"
A man in his thirties quickly raised his hand and asked: "If I can write a novel that satisfies you, what specific reward will it be?"
" It depends on what you need." Chu Heng chuckled.