The host is cute and charming, who doesn’t love the charming wife?

Mo Zhu felt the same way, "Li..."

"If you don't mind, just call me Xingchen."

"This is absolutely not possible. Let's do this. I'll call you sir. To be honest, I haven't had a few cups of coffee. Every time I drink it, it feels really bitter. It's really hard to imagine why foreigners like it so much. .”

As he said that, he also followed Ruan Miaomiao's example and added a few pieces of rock sugar to his coffee.

"Sir, please be frank. I have never thought of adding sugar to it to neutralize the bitterness."

Don’t think that today’s cafe staff will remind you that you can add sugar, or even offer it to you.

During this period, everyone felt proud to be associated with foreigners, even if they were just a small cafe clerk, they looked at their compatriots with unconscious contempt.

The image of a dog looking down on people is vividly displayed.

Obviously he is also a flower grower, but he looks down on other people who are also flower growers.

"Life is already bitter enough, but I still like it to be a little sweeter."

Ruan Miaomiao's unintentional words once again caused Mo Zhu to sigh.

Now Mo Zhu really believed that the young and outrageous person in front of him was the author of "The Legend of Wukong".

It’s everyone who can say such a seemingly simple but actually profound statement.

Ruan Miaomiao didn't mean what she said, but what she said sincerely.

Her taste is more southern, and she prefers sweet and sour food.

"But people abroad like to drink it because they need coffee to refresh themselves. In their countries, coffee is actually equivalent to our tea."

Ruan Miaomiao explained a little.

Her words aroused Mo Zhu's interest, his eyes lit up and he asked.

"Teacher, could it be that you came back from studying abroad?"

"No no no."

Although she knew that her current status of studying abroad was very high, Ruan Miaomiao still shook her head honestly, "I just heard a friend of mine mention it. He had the experience of studying abroad."

"A teacher's friends must be as good as the teacher and belong to the best among people."

Ruan Miaomiao didn't expect that the other party would think so highly of her, so she smiled lightly.

"Let's talk about business. How does your newspaper feel about this novel I wrote?"

"It goes without saying that if it weren't for the fact that I've never heard of the teacher's name, I would have thought it was someone's pseudonym. To be honest, a thousand-word piece of truth is not worthy of being written by the teacher. So, when the time comes If the response is good, we can also increase the price.”

Ruan Miaomiao did not expect that the other party was so sincere, that the other party only read the first chapter, and she had not shown the other party the rest.

What else could she say, except thank you for taking her seriously.

"Of course, we still need to confirm the direction of the story written by the teacher and the appearance of the characters. If the teacher doesn't mind, I don't know if I can take a look at the teacher's manuscript today?"

Mo Zhu said this carefully, lest Ruan Miaomiao feel that her request was abrupt.

"Because this is really a good story, our newspaper plans to invest more funds and manpower to let more people see "The Legend of Wukong" written by the teacher. Under this premise, our requirements will be higher... …Of course it doesn’t mean that the teacher’s writing is not good.”

Of course Ruan Miaomiao understands what the other party means, and she does not have the 'arrogance' that belongs to the educated people nowadays.

Do not allow others to criticize your articles.

As the saying goes, three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang.

As the editor-in-chief of "Minshenghua News", Mo Zhu has a good literary quality. In addition, after reading the manuscripts for so many years, there may be something Ruan Miaomiao feels is wrong, and the other party can provide some effective suggestions.

Fortunately, she took out part of her manuscript when she went out, and immediately took it out and put it on the opposite side.

"There are a few places where I feel uncomfortable no matter how I write. I wonder if the editor has any good suggestions..."

Mo Zhu couldn't hear what Ruan Miaomiao was saying at all. Ever since he read the opening chapter of "The Legend of Wukong" a few days ago, he had been worried and dreaming about it every day. More than once, he was thinking about the future even while walking. what happened.

Now that his wish was finally fulfilled, he just stared at the manuscript and said, "Sir, you're welcome. This is all my humble opinion. Generally speaking, it's your job to take the initiative."

In fact, he didn't even know what he was talking about.

After saying this, he immediately took the manuscript and read it eagerly.

When he saw the sentence "What's the point of having me, I can't laugh...", Mo Zhu had tears in his eyes.

When he saw "I wish that the sky could no longer cover my eyes, and that this earth could no longer bury my heart...", he was filled with excitement again, and felt that his breath was stuck in his heart, making it difficult to express it.

He read it very carefully, but no matter how carefully he read it, there were only three or four pages, and he quickly finished reading it again.

Then he looked at Ruan Miaomiao eagerly, "Is this, is it gone?"

"That's about it." Ruan Miaomiao's manuscripts were really running out. Being stared at by Mo Zhu made her feel helpless, as if a landlord's family had no food left. "What do you think? Is there anything that needs to be revised?" ?”

She quickly diverted the other party's attention.

Fortunately, Mo Zhu also understood the purpose of his visit today and straightened his expression.

Then he raised the areas where he felt doubtful. In this regard, his opinions were of great help to Ruan Miaomiao.

After listening to the other party's words, Ruan Miaomiao finally had a clearer idea of ​​how to express herself next.

The first meeting between the two was very harmonious and pleasant, and neither of them knew how fast time passed outside.

By the time Ruan Miaomiao reacted and looked outside, it was already dark.

For Mo Zhu, it just feels like he still has more to say.

Although reaching for the stars was completely different from what he had imagined, the knowledge and conversation were what he had imagined.

No, even more powerful than he imagined.

It's just that Ruan Miaomiao was afraid of going back late, and Ruan's mother was worried, so she could only say goodbye tactfully.

After the two agreed on a series of matters regarding "The Legend of Wukong", they said goodbye to each other at the door of the cafe.

Ruan Miaomiao didn't go home directly. It wasn't that she didn't trust Mo Zhu, it was just a habit.

She walked around the cafe and experienced the people's feelings before going back.

……

"Sell and sell newspapers! Today's "Minsheng Daily" launches "The Legend of Wukong". The gods and demons only have one thought. It is up to you to decide who is the god and who is the devil!"

The newsboy's words were clear and logical, and aroused the interest of many people.

"Gods, devils and monsters? What is this written about? Give me a copy."

"I want one too!"