I, Sun Liancheng, have the universe in my heart, Zhong Xiaoai admires me

The woman who had been so arrogant just now now seemed like a completely different person.

With a big smile on his face, he said, "Look at you guys. You didn't even tell anyone that you knew our president Xiao's son. It's just a misunderstanding. Don't take it to heart."

Zhong Xiaoai felt extremely disgusted by this kind of people who changed their expressions faster than turning the pages of a book.

Sun Liancheng had no intention of publishing it here.

As the number one publishing house in Jingzhou, we are definitely very busy with business.

How could he take the books of a small person like me seriously?

This can be seen from the attitude of the woman on duty at the door just now.

Besides, he didn't want to owe Xiao Gangyu a favor.

So he turned to Zhong Xiaoai and said, "We're not going in. Let's go."

Having said that, he pulled Zhong Xiaoai out.

When I got to the door, I heard the woman on duty chasing after me and shouting, "You guys didn't want to come in here. It has nothing to do with me."

On the way, Zhong Xiaoai said indignantly: "What kind of person is this? Brother Liancheng, look at her attitude at the beginning."

"But when Xiao Gangyu came, her expression changed so quickly. It would be a pity if she didn't go to act."

Sun Liancheng could only smile helplessly.

He knew that Zhong Xiaoai had never hit a wall since she was a child. Besides, she followed her parents, so who would dare to let her hit a wall?

So she has no idea about the suffering of the people and how difficult it is for ordinary people to get things done.

Especially for those people who have a stable job like the one mentioned above, their eyes are basically on the top of their heads.

If you, as an ordinary person, want to deal with them, even a gatekeeper can make you feel so embarrassed that you want to cry.

How could Zhong Xiaoai, who grew up in a compound, possibly understand this feeling?

I guess this is the first time she has hit a wall in her life.

Zhong Xiaoai suddenly said seriously: "Brother Liancheng, if we join the work in the future, we must not be like this."

"This mentality must change. My father always taught me that I must serve the people wholeheartedly."

Sun Liancheng also looked at Zhong Xiaoai seriously, "Well, if you are an official and don't serve the people, you might as well go home and look at the stars."

"Then I might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes." Zhong Xiaoai covered her mouth and laughed.

Soon, after much inquiry, Sun Liancheng finally found the Unity Magazine that sent him the letter on a small street.

Standing at the door of this Tuanjie Magazine, Sun Liancheng felt that it was different from the Jingzhou First Publishing House.

It's like heaven and hell.

This Unity Magazine was just a small two-story room, and even its sign was shabby and worn out.

If Sun Liancheng hadn’t known it in advance.

Nowadays, whether it is a magazine or a publishing house, they are all state-owned units.

He really didn't dare to go in. It was just like a scam company.

Zhong Xiaoai also frowned and said, "Brother Liancheng, are you sure it's here? Why do I feel like this is not formal?"

Sun Liancheng said, "This should be it. Now that we are here, let's go in and take a look."

The magazine office didn't even have a security guard, and when the two went in, they saw several offices with closed doors.

A cleaning lady holding a mop saw the two and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Sun Liancheng quickly asked, "Excuse me, is there an editor named Wu Huan here who has sent me a letter?"

The cleaning lady pointed to the office at the front and said, "Editor Wu is in that room."

"Thank you then."

Sun Liancheng and Zhong Xiaoai came to the door of the room and knocked.

"Come in!"

There was a response from inside the house.

When Sun Liancheng opened the door, a pungent smell of cigarette smoke immediately hit his nose.

Zhong Xiaoai was choked and couldn't help coughing twice.

Inside the room, a middle-aged bald man put down the newspaper in his hand.

He held a half-smoked cigarette in his hand.

"Who are you looking for?"

Sun Liancheng endured the pungent smell of cigarettes and said, "Hello, is this Editor Wu? My name is Sun Liancheng, and this is the letter you wrote to me."

Wu Huan put down the newspaper in his hand, took the letter and read it.

"Oh, I remember now, you are Sun Liancheng."

"Please take a seat. I read the beginning of your book, The Wandering Planet. It's very interesting."

Sun Liancheng and Zhong Xiaoai sat down on the stools.

Zhong Xiaoai couldn't help coughing.

Wu Huan put out the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray and said, "Sorry, I'm a heavy smoker."

"Liancheng, I see you are a student at Han University?"

Sun Liancheng nodded and said, "Yes, I am a senior."

Wu Huan nodded. "Han University is great. It is the golden signboard of our Handong. Graduates will have a bright future."

"Well, you know our magazine, right? Do you want me to introduce us to you?"

To be honest, Sun Liancheng didn't really know much about the Unity Magazine.

I didn’t know what magazines they were publishing, so I shook my head.

Wu Huan looked at Sun Liancheng and said, "Don't underestimate our magazine because it's small. It's a formal department-level institution."

"Our president is on the same level as the president of Jingzhou No. 1 Publishing House."

Sun Liancheng said jokingly, "Then I think your company is not as good as Jingzhou No. 1 Publishing House."

"Hey..." Wu Huan smiled, "Our magazine was raised by a stepmother, but theirs was raised by their biological mother."

Seeing that Sun Liancheng didn't seem to understand what he meant, Wu Huan continued to explain:

"They are the No. 1 publishing house, and they are allocated good resources, while our magazine is only doing marginal work."

After his explanation, Sun Liancheng seemed to understand.

In fact, the reason is very simple. The popular ones are given to the first publishing house.

Those that were less popular but had to be published were distributed to their magazines.

Wu Huanyi stretched out his hand and said, "I'm not complaining. Revolutionary work is good no matter where you do it."

Seeing that he was ranting endlessly, Sun Liancheng interrupted him and said:

"Editor Wu, let's talk about my book."

"Hey, I almost forgot something important, hehe." Wu Huan said embarrassedly:

"Xiao Sun, I plan to serialize your novel in a science magazine under our magazine company."

"To be honest, I really like your novel."

Sun Liancheng thought for a moment and asked, "Editor Wu, I wonder how the sales of this magazine are?"

Speaking of sales, Wu Huan smiled awkwardly, "Well, to be honest, each issue only sells a little over a thousand copies."

"Young people nowadays like to watch martial arts and romance novels. What kind of themes do they like?"

"Science fiction." Sun Liancheng reminded:

"Yes, I'm not very interested in science fiction." Wu Huan said:

"So, I guess the publishing house won't publish your book. The risk is too great. You might not even be able to recover the cost."

"Look, why don't you consider our magazine?"

Sun Liancheng admitted that what Wu Huan said was indeed right.

What's popular now are martial arts and romance novels.

Science fiction is still a new concept.

However, Sun Liancheng believes that this does not mean that science fiction novels have no market.

It’s because there are no science fiction novels on the market at present.

However, it is indeed difficult for publishing houses to take the risk and bet on a new subject.

After thinking about it for a while, Sun Liancheng said, "Okay, I'll submit it to your magazine."

Although the magazine sales are low, there is nothing we can do about it. We'll just publish it first.