After a while, Wang Xin came over with a kettle, poured a glass for everyone with a wink, and then stood behind the minister, looking like he was working seriously.
Song Yingwan looked at the several tea cups on the table, which were constantly steaming, and then looked at the hot sweat on the minister's forehead. She didn't know why she suddenly wanted to laugh.
At this time, the minister said, "I believe we all know the purpose of today's meeting. I won't beat around the bush anymore. We are right..."
After a pause, he added, "Don't you know this little girl's last name?"
Song Yingwan said seriously, "My surname is Song."
"What a coincidence, my surname is also Song." Minister Song smiled and showed a friendly attitude.
"Ms. Song, I don't know what you think of our proposal. I think we can still have a mutually beneficial cooperation."
This is considered an olive branch.
Song Yingwan turned her head to look at her words of thanks. Both of their faces were calm, with no emotion at all.
Minister Song was also secretly frightened, but which one was the hotter one, the older one? Minister Song's face was equally calm, and after saying those words, he patiently waited for Song Yingwan's answer.
He smiled faintly and reached out to pick up the tea on the table out of habit, but he shivered when he was burned, and the expression on his face instantly cracked.
Song Yingwan couldn't help but bend her eyes and responded, "I think Minister Song is right."
Although Minister Song was very happy to hear this, he did not forget to turn around and glare at the person behind him.
Wang Xin, "..."
what happened? ? ?
He was standing so well that he didn't even dare to sit down!
Both parties went there with a cooperative attitude, and naturally the conversation went smoothly. What happened after that was two-on-one, and the thank you was worthy of being an economics major, so I didn't fall behind in the slightest.
The publishing house still has to take advantage of the advantages, otherwise why would they have worked so hard for it?
But with the words of thanks, I didn’t get much of an advantage.
After the people left, the glasses of water on the table had not been touched.
Wang Xin was still standing there in a daze, just gloating about his misfortune. He had never seen the minister suffer a loss for so long, and he had learned a lot today.
Minister Song was already annoyed, but now he was even more annoyed when he saw Wang Xin. He said angrily, "Why are you still standing here! Just go ahead and do what you have to do!"
Wang Xin was very good at observing words and expressions and quickly responded, "Okay!"
After walking out, I thought of something again. I turned back and opened the door a small crack. I leaned half of my body on the door frame and said, "Uncle, my dad was still talking about having tea with you yesterday."
Minister Song slammed the table in anger, "Knock on the door!"
Wang Xin laughed awkwardly, "...I forgot."
After the specific matters were discussed, Song Yingwan took the time to sign the contract, so she didn't need to worry about the rest.
In the blink of an eye, it’s the beginning of the school year, and the first day is still about collecting books, paying tuition, etc. It’s very relaxing.
Thinking that there was nothing going on today, Song Yingwan excused herself and invited the people in the dormitory to have dinner. This was something she had agreed on before, but she was afraid that they would have a psychological burden, so Song Yingwan did not exaggerate and decided on the location. canteen.
Originally, Ye Ru and the others really didn't want to go after hearing this, but after knowing it was a canteen, they had no hesitation. They often eat in the canteen and know the prices, so a meal doesn't cost much.
Even in the cafeteria, Song Yingwan ordered several meat dishes, mixed with meat and vegetables, and placed them there as if they were the same.
Yang Siman came over reluctantly, and sat diagonally across from Song Yingwan, looking like she didn't want to talk more, looking at the food on the table with a touch of disdain.
Song Yingwan didn't care, Yang Siman was just passing by, and it didn't look good to leave her alone there.
The meal was quite satisfying, and after that they parted ways and left.
Song Yingwan was so busy with his studies and writing that he forgot about the publishing house for a while. When he heard the news again, he learned from his words of thanks, "The publishing house said that the book has been printed. Then it’s ready for binding.”
"The first batch will be out in a week at the latest."
Song Yingwan stood up and lay on Xie Ci's chest, looking at him with a smile, "Really?"
Xie Ci stroked her back and looked down at her, "Really."
Song Yingwan said a little embarrassedly, "I've been so busy these days that I didn't even think about this matter."
Thank you and smiled lightly, "It's okay, I'm here."
Later, when going back to eat, Xie Ci accidentally mentioned this incident at the dinner table. Grandma Xie was surprised and said, "Publish a book?!"
So Song Yingwan told them about the article he was writing, and added some information about the publishing house in his thank you speech.
In comparison, Grandma Xie was much calmer and said kindly, "This is really a good thing."
Grandpa Xie stood up excitedly, his face glowing, his eyes narrowed with laughter, and he kept saying, "Okay, okay, I didn't expect that our family could have a literary star."
"I have to show off to my old friends quickly." After saying that, he walked to the phone, his steps brisk, "Wanwan, when will your book be printed?"
Song Yingwan hesitated and said, "This should... take a few days."
Grandpa Xie smiled and nodded, then went to make a phone call.
"Hey, Lao Liu, um, it's me, let me tell you..."
If she hadn't heard it with her own ears today, Song Yingwan wouldn't have believed that Grandpa Xie still had such eloquence, which made her ears warm.
Grandma Xie clapped her hand and said with a smile, "Let him talk for a while. It's rare to see him so happy."
Song Yingwan turned to look at Grandpa Xie's high-pitched voice, with a slight smile on his face, "Well, grandpa might be able to help me promote the brochure."
Grandpa Xie didn’t know how many calls he made. In the end, while he was on the phone, he directed Xie Xi to pour him water, and his hearty laughter floated throughout the room.
Grandma Xie didn't want to care about him, but she felt annoyed after hearing too much. Later, she simply took Song Yingwan out for a walk. By this time, the sun had gone down, and a small breeze blew from time to time, which dissipated a bit of the heat.
Who knew that after nightfall, Xie Jianjun and Liu Wenjun drove over in their cars, and Xie Jianguo came soon after.
Grandma Xie looked at each of them and wondered, "Why did you get so many together today?"
Liu Wenjun said, "Mom, it's not dad who called me to tell me something happened."
Grandma Xie understood as soon as she heard it and scolded, "This old man is so careless. He hasn't made enough phone calls all night long!"
Song Yingwan still didn't understand something at this time, and she couldn't laugh or cry, "Grandpa, this is... too exaggerated."
Xie Ci stood aside and raised the corners of his lips, teasing, "I'm not trying to prop up the scene for you."
"Wanwan, you are now the great hero of our family."
