Parental Love: Jiang Weimin's Life of Lying Down

The next morning, the sun shone through the window into the room, bringing a hint of warmth. Jiang Defu came to the office early to start his day's work. He sat at his desk, reading documents carefully and handling various matters. At this time, there was a knock on the door. Jiang Defu looked up and saw Lao Ding walking in with a teacup.

"Busy. Hey, have you finished drawing the comic strip for Weimin?"

Jiang Defu looked up and was very happy to see Ding Jiqun coming over.

"Old Ding! What a coincidence! I was just looking for you."

"What do you want from me?" Ding Jiqun looked puzzled.

Jiang Defu took out a stack of drawings from the drawer and handed them to Lao Ding.

"I have finished the illustrations for the people, and asked me to ask how to publish them. I was just about to discuss this with you."

Lao Ding took the drawing and flipped through it at random, nodding as he read, with an appreciative expression on his face.

“What a great painting!”

Jiang Defu felt happier when he heard this than when he was praising himself. "You usually read and write, do you know how to publish?"

Lao Ding answered confidently: "I don't know! But I have met Editor Liu from Qingdao Publishing House twice. I will ask for you first."

"Okay then, I'll leave this matter to you?"

"Just leave this to me. I'll take the draft back and take a look at it first!"

Jiang Defu nodded and said, "Okay, don't lose it. This is all my son's hard work."

Lao Ding patted his chest and assured: "Don't worry, it won't be lost."

After saying that, Lao Ding took the drawing and walked out of the office with brisk steps.

Ding Jiqun was slowly looking through the drawings in the office. At first, he didn't pay much attention to them and just thought they were Jiang Weimin's work for fun and he was helping to appreciate them.

However, as the plot gradually unfolds, Ding Jiqun's expression becomes more and more focused, as if he is attracted by an invisible force.

Gradually, he was immersed in the story, and could feel a sense of tension and anticipation every time he turned a page.

When he reached the last page, Ding Jiqun's face finally showed shock. He couldn't help but sigh: "This Jiang Weimin, at such a young age, is really not a simple person!"

Although Ding Jiqun still couldn't figure out who the spy "Night Owl" in the drawing was at this time, he could already conclude that this comic book could definitely be published.

"The Jiang family is going to produce a painter. In this era, those who can draw comic strips and publish them are all painters."

Just as Ding Jiqun was about to go to Jiang Defu to discuss the comic book, he suddenly remembered what Jiang Defu had told him before. So he went back to his desk and made a phone call.

"Hello, please put me through to Liu Shuo from Qingdao Publishing House."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

After a while, a voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, I'm Liu Shuo from the editorial department."

"Old Liu, I'm Ding Jiqun from the Artillery School! I haven't seen you for so many years. I wonder if you still remember me?"

Liu Shuo immediately remembered who it was when he heard it. "Of course I remember! You, you haven't contacted me for so many years, and now you suddenly remember me? Haha!"

The two chatted for a while.

Then, Ding Jiqun changed the subject and said seriously: "Lao Liu, I came to you this time because I want to consult you about something. The son of one of my comrades-in-arms drew a small comic book, which I think is very good. But we don't know much about publishing, so I want to ask you how to do it specifically?"

After hearing this, Liu Shuo immediately replied, "Oh, so that's how it is. If even you, Old Ding, think the painting is good, then it must be good. How about this, you send the draft directly to the publishing house, and I will follow up on this matter and review it myself. If it passes the review, I will help arrange the typesetting and printing, and ensure that it is completed for you as quickly as possible."

"That's great, Lao Liu, thank you so much! I'll treat you to a drink next time we go to Qingdao."

"You're welcome. We are old friends. This is nothing."

Finally, the two chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up the phone.

Then Ding Jiqun called the guards and personally watched them pack up the drawings and mail them out.

After Ding Jiqun finished his work, he went to Jiang Defu's office.

"Old Jiang, everything has been done for you. The guards have packed the drawings and mailed them to Qingdao Publishing House!"

"Okay! Lao Ding deserves praise. I'll go home at noon and ask Dehua to cook two more dishes, and come to my house for a drink in the evening."

"Okay, then you have to bring out all the good wine!"

"Speaking of good wine, I do have some good wine. Do you want to try it? It's very nutritious!"

"Did you make your own medicinal wine?"

"I didn't expect that an old man like you would also understand this. You asked an old Chinese doctor to prescribe this medicine for you, saying that drinking it will help you strengthen your body." Ding Jiqun looked at Jiang Defu with a smirk on his face, and he couldn't help but shuddered in his heart.

"No, I'm healthy and don't need to drink this."

Jiang Defu looked at Ding Jiqun and said, "It's really useless!"

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Tell me who the spy 'Night Owl' in the Weimin picture album is?" Ding Jiqun changed the subject.

"Well! Do you want to know?"

"Isn't that nonsense? Don't you want to know why I'm asking you?"

"Go get me a glass of water!"

"Old Jiang, you are really killing the donkey after it has done its work! I just finished doing something for you, and now you ask me to pour water for you." Ding Jiqun looked at Jiang Defu with an indignant look on his face.

"Let's put things in perspective! I'm going to treat you to dinner tonight. If you want to know who the spy is, you have to pour me some water."

Jiang Defu had already asked Jiang Weimin the answer while he was having breakfast in the morning, so he was acting so arrogant now.

"Okay, can't I pour it for you, you Jiang Papi?" Ding Jiqun said as he picked up Jiang Defu's cup and poured water into it.

"Hey, you better be careful with your words, I haven't said anything yet."

Ding Jiqun immediately changed his attitude: "Commander Jiang, have some water."

"That's pretty good. He who knows the times is a hero." Jiang Defu nodded with satisfaction, picked up the water glass and took a sip.

Then Jiang Defu began to analyze the details and processes in the drawing for Ding Jiqun and deduced the truth.

"So that's how it is. I didn't see all the details!" Ding Jiqun slapped his thigh and suddenly realized.

"No, I'll go find the guard to get the drawing back and take another look at it." After saying that, Ding Jiqun quickly walked out of Jiang Defu's office.

Jiang Defu felt very proud when he saw that even Lao Ding and Jiang Weimin's paintings were highly praised.