Chapter 124:

The manuscript written by Duan Qingen of the Duan family was actually liked by the publishing house, and the manuscript fee was also given! !!
The news soon spread to almost every family in the four buildings.
Their small city was originally poor, and parents rarely bought books for their children. Now suddenly, they can publish books at a young age. Everyone is just like discovering a new continent.
The Duan family just lost the man, and the curious were embarrassed to come to ask, otherwise it seemed as if they were so happy, they could only discuss each other and figured out when they met Wang Xiuhong and asked what was going on.
And Wang Xiuhong herself was aggressive.
When Duan Qingen came upstairs with the manuscript fee and the letter from the publishing house, she was cooking.
Since the last time I had a hard time with Granny Jin, Wang Xiuhong's mentality has changed. She thought that it is one thing to have a man without a family, and it is another thing that a child has to endure hardship.
Now that the old lady could bully Qing En while she was away, wouldn't it be because he didn't have a father?
The more that she did, the more she wanted to make Qing En live well. Besides, let alone eat and dress, not to mention how much better than other children, at least not worse.
Since her mother and mother-in-law left, Wang Xiuhong counted the money at home. Before that, she had some savings. Her own salary was almost that amount every month. The country had nine years of compulsory education. No tuition fees.
Counting it out, Wang Xiuhong found that the sky hasn't collapsed, and without a man, life can still pass.
First, she had to stand on her own, at least not let her son suffer with her.
Holding this idea to cook, Duan Qingen ran up and happily told her the news of the draft.
Wang Xiuhong almost did not throw the big spoon in his hand.
"Really drafted?"
The little child nodded, and handed the envelope in earnest to his mother, "Mom, look, and send me the money."
Wang Xiuhong came from the village. From an early age, most of them are ordinary people who can no longer be ordinary people. In her eyes, those who can publish books must be literate, what kind of teacher, professor.
But now, her son, such a small child, told her that the publishing house was about to publish her son's book? ?
Wang Xiuhong turned over and looked at the letter.
Especially the part that boasted about her son was read many times, and even touched it carefully with his hands.
How could she feel a dream?
Although her family Qing En was said to be quiet from an early age, Wang Xiuhong always blamed the child's character on her husband and herself.
Her man was noisy when he was still alive. When he was at home, he never let the child speak loudly, and when he was a little louder, he kicked the table and cursed.
He didn't hit the child very much, but it was not uncommon to frighten him with his fist. In addition, he was drunk and hit her, and Qing En had been seen several times. It was normal for the child to be timid when he was young.
Before Wang Xiuhong, because her husband was there, he didn't know how to change the situation. He could only satisfy his son in other aspects, such as buying picture books and picture books. The children like to buy as much as possible.
But her original intention is to let children who don't like to go downstairs to play, and always be bored in the room at home, can have more entertainment to pass the time.
Unexpectedly, Qing En looked at the picture book and was able to write the book himself.
Wang Xiuhong felt tears as she dreamed, and when the child came up and asked her how to cry, she took the child in her arms.
Because I was too excited, the words I spoke were repeated: "Mom is happy, Qing En mother is happy, why are you so prosperous, so prosperous."
This is a book!
In the past, only real homes could publish books.
Duan Qingen was obediently held by her mother, and a little chubby hand fell on her back. When Wang Xiuhong coaxed him to sleep every night, he gently stroked his mother's back.
The boy's voice was still childish, but full of determination.
"Mom, this letter says that as long as I write the manuscript and send it over, they will still give me money. I make money now and I will support you in the future."
Hearing his childish voice saying something like this, Wang Xiuhong, who had just barely wiped away his tears, couldn't help but fell on his face.
As a mother, the most unheard of is that your child said such things.
Especially in such special cases.
It takes a lot of effort for a man so small to write a manuscript that can publish a book.
No wonder Qing En got up late lately, her son is tired.
The thought of such a small child had to worry about the livelihood of the family, Wang Xiuhong was distressed.
She hugged her son, struggling to come over, wipe her tears, and then slowly let go of her small body, watching Duan Qingen seriously, her voice still choking:
"Qing'en, our family is not difficult. Mom knows that you want to share for me, but now you are still a kid. You just have to play every day and learn every day. It really doesn't need you to worry."
"Mom knows that you are for me, but writing a book is too tiring. I don't want you to be too tiring. You are so young."
Duan Qingen knew that Wang Xiuhong would think so.
No one does not love money, but for most mothers, they like their children more than money.
He also said seriously: "Mom, I'm not tired of writing these, and I also like to write, really."
"It says that you have written so many words, how could you not be tired."
Wang Xiuhong held his son's little hand, soft and tender, and the child's bones were soft and comfortable to hold.
But it was these hands that wrote so many words in one breath and must be very tired.
Duan Qingen: "I'm really not tired. I always like to write these things. If you don't believe me, you can ask other children. I like to tell them stories I wrote."
Wang Xiuhong was dubious.
It happened that she was going to buy soy sauce. She simply put Duan Qingen at home, turned off the fire, and took off the apron and went downstairs.
When I went down, there was a group of children playing in the yard. Wang Xiuhong stopped them and asked Duan Qingen about the story.
These children have recently been completely fascinated by the story of Duan Qingen. Those who looked down on him before, now every time Duan Qingen appears, he follows Baba behind his butt, in order to be able to hear a sentence or two.
Children are the most stubborn and the most "scented", especially for children of this age. For the benefit, they can swallow the big words made before.
The boss of this small group, the second child and the third child, were beaten after being beaten with a stick and given a sweet date.
The first three are out of control, and of course the rest can't persist.
In the end, the children who played here were basically annihilated. Duan Qingen, the child who they looked down on and did not want to play with him, became the highest status among these child groups.
Unfortunately, Duan Qingen did not like them to go to his house to play, otherwise these children could stay at Duan's house for 12 hours a day, just to let Duan Qingen tell stories.
Now when I see Duan Qingen's mother come to ask, this group of children enthusiastically spoke one by one.
As the boss, Chen Zhanxiong said first: "Yes, Qing En tells us stories every day. I think he tells it well. Aunt, does Qing En come out to play in the afternoon? He hasn't played with us all day.
Zhang Ziqiang also followed: "Yes, yes, when does Qing En come to play, he doesn't like us going upstairs to play with him, we wait for him for a day."
The other children also joined up one by one, and they all looked forward to Duan Qingen's coming down to play.
As a mother, seeing her children's popularity, Wang Xiuhong was of course happy, and she was also very pleased with these children.
"After waiting for dinner, the aunt asked Qing En to come down and play with you."
When she was young, because her father was bedridden, she didn't have a sense of presence with her brother in the village. The malice of the children is the most obvious. She and her brother laughed at them.
Therefore, Wang Xiuhong always worried that Qing En's father was dead, and he would be laughed at by children.
Now it seems that she thinks more.
She was relieved to let these children play by themselves, and she was going to buy soy sauce. She was stopped by several little daughter-in-laws who had been watching quietly.
"Xiu Hong, does Qing En of your family really publish a book?"
They walked to her, full of curiosity and envy.
Suddenly Wang Xiuhong asked them subconsciously: "How do you know?"
"Your family Qing En said before when she went upstairs." Seeing Wang Xiuhong did not refute, a young daughter-in-law took Wang Xiuhong's arm, "really published a book ?!"
The corner of Wang Xiuhong's mouth couldn't help but tilted up, but she also had a humble expression on her face; "Yeah, this child concealed it by myself, I heard it before, and I also said that it was a child who was blindly playing, anyway. I voted, but there weren't many tubes. As a result, he just returned home and gave me the envelope sent by the publishing house. I opened it and it was true. "
"Your family is very prosperous too!"
"Yeah, such an older child, my family is ten years old, and even knowing how to run around in the mud every day, how old is Qing En in your family, and they will all publish books!"
"It's too exciting for this child, a young age, a writer!"
Listening to the exaggerated pursuit, Wang Xiuhong couldn't stop the joy in his heart.
Who wouldn't like compliments?
Especially when the mother listens to others boasting about her son, don't mention how beautiful it is.
However, the Chinese people's temperament is like this. They are obviously very pleased with their exaggeration. They can't wait for the other party to exaggerate a hundred more sentences. On the face, they should still humblely say a few words:
"His child just likes to write these, and he's not a writer. Qing En told me. It's the kind of fairy tale that a child likes. He can't be called a writer."
"Why not? It's a writer who can publish a book!"
Some daughter-in-law finished the boast, and added the words of joy and misfortune: "Someone said that if Qing En really published the book, she swallowed the spoon, and swallowed it, and she just swallowed it. One. "
Wang Xiuhong didn't know about it yet, and immediately hesitated: "Who?"
"Who else can it be."
The little daughter-in-law spontaneously lowered her voice, and glanced at the closed door of Granny Jin's house.
Wang Xiuhong immediately understood.
Granny Jin has done so much good things that she is too lazy.
She also whispered, "What then? What did she say?"
"What else can I say, I went home dimly, but this face must have been thrown out. So many people in the yard looked at it. No one was pressing it. She said that if Qing En publishes a book, she will swallow her horse. Spoon, Qing En came back afterwards. You talk about it, you have a good temper, and you haven't offended her before. Why can't she just think of going against your family? "
Wang Xiuhong was also unclear.
But one thing is certain, this old lady of gold will definitely not dare to face her again.
She stood in the yard and chatted with these people for a while before leaving, and when Wang Xiuhong left, the people who were still suppressing the gossip mentality talked immediately again.
"I said a long time ago that Qing En's child is different from other children at first sight. Wen Wen quietly looks flattering. I didn't expect him to be so capable."
"Xiuhong said the draft fee before. How much do you say?"
"It should n’t be too much. Did n’t Qing En say it before, he wrote about what the child likes. The child finished reading a story all at once. How many words can there be? My cousin's nephew I work at a publishing house and say that the publishing house pays for a thousand words. "
"Xiu Hong was also boiled out. Before her man died, I also said she was out of luck. I didn't expect Qing En to be good now."
"Yeah, I'll be publishing books at such a young age, and I'll have to grow up."
"However, although this child looked at Wenwen Jingjing before, he didn't hear that it was very powerful. Why did he still publish a book?"
"Well, children will grow up when something happens in the family. Now his father is dead. Before that, Mrs. Jin bullied their family into bullying like that. If it were not for the two elderly people to help, their family would have to be bullied to death , More or less will grow up. "
The people in the compound automatically found the reason for Duan Qingen's sudden rise.
For a while, Wang Xiuhong was welcomed in the yard.
It doesn't mean that she was not well-connected before, but now everyone is more affectionate than before.
This is also the instinct of a person, tending to benefit and avoiding harm. Now that I see Duan Qingen at a young age, he can publish books. Most people, especially those with children at home, can't wait to be called brothers and sisters with Wang Xiuhong, so wait until Duan Qingen. If you have a chance, you can also benefit from it.
Moreover, Duan Qingen came from their yard. Everyone is also a neighbor when talking about it. When they went out to walk relatives, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh at any time, it was a light on their faces.
For a while, the people in the compound seemed to suddenly find out how cute Duan Qingen was.
Without father, it is no longer bullying, but pitiful.
Children who like to play with him are not naughty, but learn with good students.
Even where Wang Xiuhong works, she knows that her son wrote a book at a young age.
This is the time to learn.
If you have a good academic performance, you will be highly sought after.
If you have poor academic performance, you will be laughed at.
Children who have good grades will be envied, not to mention that such a small child can publish books.
This incident spread quickly, and even Wang Xiuhong's factory heard about it.
People asked her that she was not good at telling lies, and admitted that she had admitted it, but she also made it clear that the manuscript fee was actually not much, because it was counted in thousands of words, and her son wrote a fairy tale read by a child. Short It ’s very, so there is not much money.
But even this is enough to make many people envy.
It's better to have less money than no money.
If they let them choose, it would be better if they wanted their children to publish books instead of money.
Book! What a glory it is!
Management Wang Xiuhong, their team leader is a middle-aged woman, always the most severe, even if they are piecework in the factory, but really busy, she will force employees to work overtime.
Under special circumstances, it is possible to go home, but Wang Xiuhong's man died later. Even if she filed a report with the team leader, the team leader still ignored.
In the past, Wang Xiuhong was too busy to get home to cook, so she had to rush back in the same panic and fight. She told her neighbor Zheng Yuxuan that she could help her with her children, but Wang Xiuhong also knew that it was inconvenient for Father Zheng to be like that I refused if I had trouble.
Now that she is working in the factory, if she gets busy, the team leader can come to Heyue color when it's time to get off work. If she wants to get off work, she can go home and cook, but do n’t starve. Writer.
Even colleagues have been close to Wang Xiuhong a lot, usually a sip of Sister Wang, there are all kinds of children who ask her how to teach children.
How happy it is to have a child who can publish books at home.
She actually didn't like everyone to look at herself sympathetically, and occasionally whispered at her.
She knew that these people wanted to say that she died at a young age, and how hard it was to take her own children without compensation.
After that she can reap a lot of sympathy.
But Wang Xiuhong didn't want to see the sympathy of others, except for the uncomfortableness at the beginning, now she has adjusted.
Qing En is very well-behaved. He doesn't cause problems and doesn't ask for trouble. He usually stays at home.
Even when these king Wang Xiuhong went back, the child had cleaned up the house, dragged the ground, wiped the table, cleaned up everywhere, and even washed his clothes.
He is so small, so big, Wang Xiuhong dare not think how he did it.
She said he didn't want to do it, Qing En nodded and promised, and the next day while she was at work, she cleaned the house.
If he was too short and too weak to even hold the spatula, he would probably have cooked the rice.
How could such a good son, Wang Xiuhong, be unhappy.
She didn't have much affection for her husband, especially when the other party was a domestic violence and she was not good for her son. Before he was still alive, he felt that his family would not work without him.
But now people are dead.
Hey! Without him, the family is much more harmonious than before.
Qing En looked more lively. People also have friends and have published books.
She no longer has to strain her nerves and think about how to make her husband happy when she goes home. She trembles while cooking. She wakes up halfway at night and is awakened by a violent knock on the door and then waits for her drunk husband. At three or four in the evening, at six o'clock the next day, I woke up and went to the factory to do things.
Going to bed early and getting up early these days, with plenty of sleep, Wang Xiuhong didn't always feel drowsy, her face turned white and red, and she even walked a lot lighter.
In addition, since her husband died, she was afraid of aggrieved the child, paying special attention to the meals, and the delicious food was not robbed by her husband as before. The child could not eat if she wanted to eat, and she slept well every day. The son was originally a long-aged man. It was only a few days. His height was so high that he saw a lot of flesh on his fair face.
Coupled with Qing Enai's cleanness, the clothes on her body are white and black, and black is black, and she is especially knowledgeable when you look at it.
Seeing that his son was getting better every day, Wang Xiuhong was really settled.
Now, others do n’t always stare at her with
this woman is so pitiful
, all asking how the children she educates can be so excellent, and can you tell them the title of the book by Qing En .
Now sometimes after work, Wang Xiuhong even has the mood to pick a little flowers and plants by the river, go home, hold the bottle and put it up, and then put it on the table.
After adding these colors, the home really looks much warmer.
The mother and child are considerate of each other and caring about each other, although if there is any accident in this situation, for example, the child has a headache and brain heat, and can only take care of Wang Xiuhong.
But think about it carefully, when she was a man before, Qing En was uncomfortable, wasn't she also running up and down alone?
Even if Qing En had a high fever, her man was able to sleep as if the child was not his own, no matter how he called, he refused to help her take her child to the hospital.
In the end, Wang Xiuhong went to see the doctor with her child carrying her teeth.
Not to mention her uncomfortable. The son also knew to help her buy medicine, but her man was impatient, and she was so disgusted that she could not get up even if she was sick. Why doesn't she cook.
Before the man died, she was tired and painful.
The man died, she was tired but happy.
Wang Xiuhong suddenly realized.
The days are much better than before her man died.
At first she had this idea in her heart, no one told her, but suddenly one day, while having dinner with her son, Duan Qingen came out coldly.
"Dad is still good."
Wang Xiuhong froze, and then came over and said quickly: "Don't talk nonsense, he is your father."
"Uncle Zheng is like a dad. He is so good to Yu Xuan. Dad was not good to me before. If my mother was not at home, he would hit me if I dared to leave the room."
Listening to his son's immature voice calmly telling about something he didn't know, Wang Xiuhong froze.
She never knew this. She thought that although her man was a little bit fierce, at least he wouldn't start with his own son.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Wang Xiuhong's voice was shaking.
Duan Qingen still said it was an understatement, his voice was immature, forming a strong contrast.
"Why are you busy at work? I don't want you to worry."
Wang Xiuhonghong hugged her son with an eye, "Mom doesn't know. If I knew, I would divorce your father."
She suffers nothing, but how can Qing En suffer.
He is still so young.
The more he thought about it, the more distressed Wang Xiuhong hurriedly put the meat in his son's bowl; "If you feel wronged in the future, do you have to tell your mother about it? Don't hold it by yourself, you told her, your mother will help you."
Duan Qingen nodded obediently: "That mother, I want to skip the grade."
"Why jump?"
Wang Xiuhong almost immediately thought of someone bullying his son at school, and his expression became tense: "Are you unhappy in the first grade?"
"No, the teacher and classmates are very good."
The teacher is a young girl, and the way to coax the child is a bit naive.
The classmates can show four or five urine pants or even pull pants in the last class.
Duan Qingen's face was serious: "Mom, I actually wanted to skip the level for a long time, but I was afraid that my dad would blame me, so I have never dared to say that my dad is always like this. , Hit me again. "
Anyway, these are also facts. Before Xiao Qingen did not like to play with other children due to physical reasons, Father Duan once scolded him that he was different from others and scolded him as a girl than a girl, which made Xiao Qingen's temperament even weaker I do n’t dare tell my family about something.
Anyway, it was the fact that he politely pushed on Duan's father.
Wang Xiuhong was still hesitant. After all, a child jumped to a level. She had never heard of it before.
Now parents 'thinking is still a bit rigid. They feel that children should follow the steps and follow the parents' arrangements.
What university do you want to take?
Wherever you go to work, you have to go to work.
dislike?
Is your preference important, or is it important to make money to feed yourself?
Although most parents are for the sake of their children, the way is indeed too tough.
And Wang Xiuhong had a good temper, and basically did not agree with his son's request.
Now add to the shadow left by Duan's father before, the young single mother gritted her teeth.
Thinking, even if Qing En was to get rid of the influence on Duan's father, she still had to support her child.
"it is good."
Thinking about it that way, she agreed.
"If you can pass, let's skip the grade."
At this moment, Wang Xiuhong doesn't know yet.
In the eyes of many people, a child jumps to the same level as a genius.
And geniuses are normal in people's eyes no matter how unsuitable they are.
Genius, after all.

Duan Qingen is working hard for his own genius and has gone downstairs even less.
Now his prestige among children is particularly deep. He doesn't let them come upstairs to come and play with him, and they dare not go up, for fear that if he does not listen to Duan Qingen, he will not tell them stories.
But their parents said that Duan Qingen is a big writer. The stories he writes are all required by the publishers. They can listen to Duan Qingen to tell stories, which is equivalent to saving money for books.
Zheng Yuxuan is privileged.
She has become more and more happy when she sees it. After all, she is a child. Even if she doesn't need too many friends, she doesn't want to play with them, but how can children not desire friendship.
Duan Qingen is now in a very high position. Because Zheng Yuxuan is Duan Qingen's best friend, her status has also risen. Sometimes she comes to Duan's home to finish her homework. Duan Qingen will tell her the rest of the story, and then she will go downstairs to tell others. .
In addition, she is also involved in story creation. In the eyes of a group of children, Zheng Yuxuan is already the second-highest person.
Zheng Yuxuan is a very principled child.
Even if a group of children turn around her, she constantly talks sweet words in order to listen to the story, and usually warmly invites her to play together.
But in her mind, her best friend is always Duan Qingen.
At this moment, she is still a little Douding's heroine and writes down in her diary seriously. She wants to be a good friend with Qing En for the rest of her life.
When they grow up, they will be married with children, and they will still be married.
I saw this on a TV series. Zheng Yuxuan ’s family does n’t have a TV, but other children have it. When their adults do n’t watch it, it ’s the children ’s carnival.
Today, Zheng Yuxuan came to Duan's home happily with his homework. When he planned to finish the homework and listen to the story, he heard Duan Qing'en say that he was going to skip the grade.
She was at a loss: "Is jumping directly to the upper grades?"
"Correct."
Duan Qingen pursed her lips, Bai Nen's face was full of seriousness.
"Don't you want to grow up raising your parents earlier? The more you jump, the sooner you graduate, you can find a job after graduation, and you can earn money to support your family if you find a job."
Zheng Yuxuan suddenly realized.
She was eager to try: "Then I will also jump."
"If you want to skip the grade, just read the book with me. This is a senior book that my mother borrowed from someone else."
Duan Qingen said, divided two books into Zheng Yuxuan.
In fact, these books are still very easy to understand, especially for the children who recognize characters, Zheng Yuxuan learns well, and he is also diligent in character recognition.
The two just learned a summer vacation.
Duan Qingen can remember by reading the book again. Zheng Yuxuan is a normal person's head. Although he is quite smart, he can't compare with him.
But she is hardworking!
So when the summer vacation was over, when Wang Xiuhong returned the borrowed book to others, the person looked at the book and sighed:
"Your child is really hardworking. Look at this book and keep it well, but you can see it many times at a glance."
Wang Xiuhong was not at home during the day and did not know that most of the book was actually Zheng Yuxuan's flip. After listening to the praises of others, she said with a smile:
"Qing En's child wants to skip the level. I discussed it with me before. If I think you want to try it, it's fine."
"Oh, why not, I can!"
The parents who borrowed the book immediately said affirmatively; "Your family Qing En is the Wenqu star who has published a book! He wants to skip the grade and it will work! By the way, Qing En didn't mean that the publishing house was waiting for him to finish. Did you publish a book now? What is the name of the book now? I also want to buy a copy and show it to my kid. "
Speaking of this, the smile on Wang Xiuhong's face was even deeper, and some pride could be seen faintly.
"Qing En has already sent out the rest of the manuscripts. He just sent the samples just now, and said he wanted the author to see them. If they think it's okay, they will start to print and sell them in large quantities. Panic, afraid that there are not many people who buy it. Qing En is a strong child. If the sales are not high, he will certainly not be happy. "
As she said, the parent immediately patted her with a smile and assured: "You can rest assured that when the book comes out, I will definitely be the first one to buy it. Not to mention the friendship between the two of us, even Qing En's child is my opinion Growing up, now I'm in a good position. As an aunt, how can I express my support? "
Wang Xiuhong hurriedly said: "This is not okay, this is not okay. How can you make it so expensive? In fact, Qing En directly receives the manuscript fee. It doesn't matter how much he sells, you really don't need to."
"Hey, I did n’t buy this book at home and did n’t read it. I want to show it to my son. He was tempted to read a picture book. Now I happen to buy your family's Qing En and support us. I'm a writer, and I'm happy with that kid again, just right! "
This person is also very blunt, clear in a few words, Wang Xiuhong then let go: "In short, you must not spend money in order to support my family Qing En, in this way, there are books in your house, you can show them to your son. "
The man was a joy first, and then hesitated again: "No, this is sent to Qing En by the publishing house. How can we show it to our family?"
"Aren't they all the same books? And your house hasn't lent them to me either."
This is true.
Listening to Wang Xiuhong's words, the borrowed parent felt particularly appropriate.
No one is a fool. Of course, she is willing to borrow books, but she wants to show off. Now that Wang Xiuhong has voted for Tao, she is also open-minded.
"That line, then I'm welcome. Speaking of it, I told others that my family had lent a book to Qing En, a great writer who had published a book, and read the sample book published by Qing En, and we have a face when we say it. Then. "
Wang Xiuhong couldn't hold her mouth with the smile she was touted, her brow was full of briskness and pride, her mouth was humble, but her heart was very happy.
Her son is awesome! !!
But at the same time, Wang Xiuhong was really worried that her son's books would not sell well.
Little children like to boast, if Qing En's book is unpopular, what should he do if he gets hit?
Thinking about it, Wang Xiuhong planned to see when the books would be sold to them, and she quietly went to see the sales.
If it doesn't sell well, pretend they didn't sell it.
If it sells well, tell Qing En again.

At the publishing house, the editor-in-chief was looking at the data on the computer with delight.
When the assistant saw him like this, he glanced curiously at the screen, and saw the sales volume rising straight up.
"Editor Ma, which book is this?"
"That's The Adventures of Villain Country, the author's name is Duan Qingen."
The editor-in-chief looked at the data of these days in excitement, and patted the table with his hand: "It was not obvious from the first day, but it rose straight from the second day. This is obviously word of mouth.
After all, this is a book that children like. Generally, children buy it first, and then they look in the class. Other children feel good, and they will ask parents to buy it.
As long as the books read by such children rise steadily, there is a high probability that they will not decline in the future.
"Imprint, hurry up and inform them!"
Editor Ma's excited face was red: "According to this trend, we are divided into three parts to sell, and we will definitely be red."
"By the way, I have to write a letter to this Mr. Duan to discuss the book."
Well press.
Not just eating in a bowl, thinking of the pot, but looking at the ground far away?
It's best to get the farmers who plant the land into their bowls.
Only then is it safe!