Yu Dong and his wife stayed in the Duck Blood Vermicelli Shop for more than an hour. Later, the boss and his wife were no longer busy in the kitchen and came to chat with Yu Dong and the others.
No one asked for autographs, no one yelled, and all the influence was limited to the store from beginning to end.
Before leaving, the landlady said with a smile, "If you come back next time if you have time, I will definitely let you eat the pie."
Cheng Yanqiu smiled and said, "Shortbread is not bad either."
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On the way back, Yu Yi had fallen asleep in Yu Dong's arms. This girl had been playing wildly in the mall and was a little sleepy when she arrived at the Duck Blood Fan Shop. When Yu Dong was chatting with the customers just now,
The girl fell asleep.
Cheng Yanqiu pulled Yu Yi's sleeve down and said with a smile, "I had another wasted meal today."
Yu Dong nodded and said, "Well, the boss is too polite."
Before leaving, Yu Dong and the others wanted to give money, but the boss refused. Not only did he not want Yu Dong and the others' money, he also waived the meal expenses of other customers present. Yu Dong and the others couldn't resist, so they didn't argue with them.
"Why don't you give them something else?" Cheng Yanqiu said.
Since the money is not given on the spot, it is definitely not appropriate to give money later, but you can give some gifts.
"What should I give as a gift? Giving money is not a good idea either."
Cheng Yanqiu tilted his head and thought about it, "Go ahead and write a calligraphy for them. I think there is room for it to be hung on the wall in their store."
"Isn't it too self-centered to take the initiative to send messages?"
Cheng Yanqiu smiled and said, "You're thinking too much. What's wrong with sending letters to others? Don't you think my dad just gives letters to people when he meets them? After people get the letters, they will be upset if they like it. No.
Just hang it up and put it away."
Yu Dong nodded. His father-in-law really liked to give other people calligraphy works. Basically, everyone he knew had received his calligraphy works.
Before Yu Dong and Cheng Yanqiu got married, they received two paintings. One said "diligence" and the other said "quiet heart". These two paintings are still in a reception room in Luoyuan.
Hanging, but there is no signature or seal on these two paintings. Many people thought they were written by Yu Dong.
"Well, then just write and give it to them."
After thinking about it, it is better to give away the calligraphy. Other things have market prices. Things like the calligraphy have no price as long as they are not sold.
Cheng Yanqiu smiled again and said, "Since you want to write, what should you write? What should you write that is more suitable to be hung in a hotel? A treasure land produces gold, and a refined room is fragrant with orchids?"
Yu Dong smiled and said, "I thought of one."
Cheng Yanqiu asked, "What?"
But Yu Dong kept it secret, "I won't tell you now, you will know after I finish writing."
Cheng Yanqiu tilted his head and said, "I don't want to talk about it, I don't want to know yet."
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On the morning of New Year's Eve, when Yang Dongyang was preparing to pack up the store and go home for the New Year, two men in suits and leather shoes walked into the store.
"Is the boss here?"
Yang Dongyang wiped his hands, walked out, and said with a smile, "You two, we are not open today."
"The boss misunderstood, we are not here to eat." One of the people handed a long black bucket in front of Yang Dongyang, "This is given to you by Mr. Yu Dong."
Hearing Yu Dong's name, Yang Dongyang raised his eyebrows. He took the long bucket in confusion and asked, "I would like to ask, what is in it?"
The man shook his head, "We don't know about that. We are only responsible for delivering the things to you intact, but what is put in this kind of bucket is usually calligraphy and painting."
Yang Dongyang wondered, "I have no merit and no pay, and I can't accept anything."
The two people who delivered the things were also puzzled, "Boss, if you don't accept it, we won't be able to complete our task, and we won't be able to pay the job when we go back."
Yang Dongyang pondered for a while, nodded and said, "Then let me see what's inside first. If..."
As he was speaking, the two men bowed their hands towards him, turned around and left.
"Hey, don't leave."
By the time Yang Dongyang walked out of the store, the two people had already walked to the roadside and got into a car.
Yang Dongyang looked at his two legs and shook his head. If he were twenty years younger, he would definitely try to catch up. Now that he is in his fifties, there is no possibility of catching up.
Turning back to the store, Yang Dongyang opened the long tube in his hand, which contained a roll of paper.
He quickly ran to find a piece of paper and spread it on the table, then gently pulled out the roll of paper from the bucket and spread it on the cloth.
This is obviously a calligraphy work, nearly two meters long, with eight large characters written on it.
But seeing these eight characters, Yang Dongyang fell into deep thought.
These eight characters are not particularly illegible and easy to read, but Yang Dongyang doesn't dare to recognize them.
While he was looking at the words, his wife also walked into the store and said as he walked, "How are you busy? Don't forget to wipe the back of the freezer. It hasn't been cleaned for a long time."
, so dirty... Hey, where did this come from?"
"Sent from Yu Dong." Yang Dongyang replied.
"Who sent it?"
"Sent from Yu Dong." Yang Dongyang repeated it again.
"Did Yu Dong come just now?"
"No, I asked two people to deliver it."
"Just take it if I give it to you. Why are you so thick-skinned?"
"There's nothing I can do. They didn't even give me a chance to refuse. They just put down their things and left. I can't catch up."
The landlady sneered, "Don't you say every day that you used to be a good athlete and could run 100 meters in less than 11 seconds? You can't even catch up with anyone."
"Of course I can catch up with people, but they are driving. How can my two legs outrun someone with a wheel? Alas, my things have been collected. It's useless to say more. Please help me quickly.
, what’s written on it.”
"Hey, you've just graduated from middle school, and your writing isn't very sloppy. Doesn't it say it's neither greasy nor bland?"
Yang Dongyang laughed and said, "How can I not recognize these eight characters? I just can't believe that Yu Dong, a great writer, actually wrote these eight characters."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "It's strangely simple, but it's well written. Our duck blood fans are neither greasy nor bland, and the taste is moderate. It's very appropriate."
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The proprietress smiled and gestured to the painting with her hands, and then to the wall, "I went back to find a shop that can frame paintings, framed the painting, and then hung it in this position. The size is just right. I see, it's Yu Dong.
Follow the words written on this wall."
"Well, after the new year, I will send this character to Wang Laizi's house in Erxiangzi and ask him to frame it for me." Yang Dongyang said.
But the face of the landlady changed and she waved her hands repeatedly, "That's not possible. Although Wang Laizi is good at craftsmanship, he is not good at life. He has too many evil thoughts. This word was written by Yu Dong, and it was signed. Send it to him so that he can't be punished.
He hacked us."
Yang Dongyang nodded, "That's true."
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Here Cheng Yanqiu learned that the words had been sent, so he said, "Can you tell me what you wrote now?"
Yu Dong smiled, "Didn't you say you didn't want to know?"
Before Cheng Yanqiu could get angry, Yu Dong said quickly, "I just wrote eight words for them, which are neither greasy nor light."
Hearing that it was these eight characters, Cheng Yanqiu asked with confusion: "Why are these eight characters? Is there any allusion to it?"
She really couldn't think of anything special about these eight characters, but since Yu Dong wrote these eight characters, there must be a reason.
Yu Dong smiled and explained, "Do you still remember that summer, I got sick because of the rain?"
"I remember, but I also lied to my mother that a colleague was sick and asked her to cook a lot of dishes, but then I met her on Anren Street."
"Well, it was during that time that Feiyu said that he would treat me to duck blood vermicelli with the royalties. I asked him to treat me to a big dinner, but he said that I had just been sick and was not suitable for a big meal, so duck blood vermicelli was the best choice.
Well, because duck blood vermicelli is neither greasy nor bland, we even joked that we would write these eight words when inscribing this store in the future."
Cheng Yanqiu said with a smile, "It turns out there is such an allusion. There was nothing special about these eight characters just now. Now after listening to this allusion, it is much more interesting to read the eight characters."
"I guess the boss and the boss's wife don't understand why I wrote these eight words."
"They don't care why you wrote these eight words. They only care whether you wrote these eight words. As long as they are written by you, they will definitely hang them on the wall." Cheng Yanqiu said with a smile, and then looked at it again.
He looked at his watch and said doubtfully, "It's almost eleven o'clock, and Jimmy and the others haven't come yet. Didn't they say they were here for lunch?"
Yu Dong shook his head, "I don't know either. I'll call him later."
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On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, in the "Science Fiction World" magazine building, as soon as Yang Xiao arrived at the office, Tan Kai knocked on her office door.
"Hey, Lao Tan, you're here so early. Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year, why don't you take a few extra days to rest at home and visit relatives?"
"I've been walking for two days and I'm so tired. I might as well come to work. The main reason is that there's been a lot of pressure at work in the company recently, so I should come here early to deal with it."
"Well, the manuscripts for the next issue haven't been released yet. Everyone has been lazy recently and hasn't published any manuscripts."
Yang Xiao said with a smile, "Isn't it like this every year? Everyone is busy celebrating the New Year. There is no time to write a manuscript. There is no need to rush. According to the situation in previous years, the manuscript will come in in a few days. If it doesn't work, just write it.
Call them to urge them."
"If there is still no manuscript in another week, I will call them one by one. There are also He Xi and others who are close to each other. Then I will squat in front of their homes..."
As Tan Kai was talking, the phone in Yang Xiao's office suddenly rang. She nodded to Tan Kai, then walked over and answered the phone.
"Hello, hello...Yu Dong, happy new year, happy new year..."
Tan Kai originally wanted to go back to his office, but stopped when he heard the call from Yu Dong.
"Well, I'm at work, and no one at home answers the phone... You want a manuscript? Are you serious?"
Manuscript?
Tan Kai couldn't help but move closer.
Yang Xiao was also very excited, "Okay, a novella, more than 40,000 words, right? I'll give you more in one issue, and I'll publish it in six or seven issues. What do you think... You don't need to read it, you can decide it directly.
Please send the manuscript over quickly, and we will put it in the next issue for you... No, no, there is a gap in the next issue... Well, okay, let's put it this way."
When Yang Xiao put down the phone, Tan Kai couldn't wait to ask, "Yu Dong has a new manuscript?"
Yang Xiao smiled and nodded, "Well, that's what he told me. There is a 45,000-word manuscript that will be sent to our mailbox soon."
Tan Kai rubbed his hands, "The novella is not bad, but didn't you ask him at the last annual meeting and he said he had no new manuscripts? It has only been a few days and there is a new manuscript? This speed is too fast
Is it too soon?"
"You don't know Yu Dong's speed. It's not difficult for him to write a novella of more than 40,000 words in one or two weeks."
"I know how fast he is, but during the Chinese New Year, he must be quite busy, and he still has time to write novels."
Yang Xiao shrugged, "No matter what, he did write it down."
"Did you say what the theme is?"
"That's not true. I didn't ask. Anyway, the manuscript was sent over in a while."
"Then what are you waiting for? Just open your computer and log in to your email."
Then the two of them gathered around the computer and tinkered with it.
Ever since Deep Space Company sent several sets of computers to "Science Fiction World", their working model has completely changed.
The first is the submission of manuscripts. Most well-known science fiction writers have their own computers and write manuscripts on computers.
In the past, when magazines did not have computers, these writers needed to write their manuscripts on the computer, then find a printer to print out the manuscripts, and then send them to the magazine.
After the magazine has computers, the intermediate steps are omitted. Writers can directly send electronic drafts to the official email of the magazine through email, achieving paperless communication among themselves.
However, Yu Dong's manuscript is more troublesome than others. He still insists on writing it purely by hand, so after writing his manuscript, he has to send it to a professional typist who types the manuscript into a computer to generate an electronic manuscript, and then sends it to the Sci-Fi World mailbox.
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In fact, Yang Xiao and others can best feel the popularity of computers in China. Over the past year or so, more and more people have submitted electronic manuscripts, and the proportion has almost reached half.
Of course, this does not mean that half of the people have computers.
First of all, the people who submit articles to their magazine are originally highly educated people, and most of them are science and engineering talents. The proportion of these people who own computers is much higher than that of ordinary people.
Secondly, even if many people do not have computers, in order to pursue efficiency, they will go to Internet cafes to submit articles. Now the Internet fee in most Internet cafes is stable at about two yuan an hour, and even a night package only costs a few cents an hour. This is a big deal.
Some people can afford it.
The main reason for electronic submission is that the feedback speed is fast enough. For traditional submission, it will take at least two weeks to know whether the manuscript has been passed or not. Sometimes there may be no news for two or three months.
But for electronic submissions, you can usually find out whether the manuscript has been approved or not within two or three days. Sometimes, if you are lucky, you can even get feedback on the same day.
Chapter completed!