Member Li looked at Fatty Huang coldly. After all, he had raised this dog for so many years and he had feelings for it.
"Clean up this place and get out of here!"
Fatty Huang was overjoyed when he saw that Mr. Li had spared him. However, when he turned around, he found that he had been beaten out of thin air, and he suddenly felt aggrieved again.
However, under the majesty of Mr. Li, he did not dare to show his anger, so he had to clean up the mess and retreat in despair.
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"Xiangzi, you can pull a little faster, don't worry about me bumping."
After hearing this, Xiangzi silently tightened his abdomen and moved his legs and feet a little faster. From a distance, you could see that his upper body was almost motionless, and only his two exposed long legs were swinging rapidly like gears.
"I'm sorry, Brother Bao! I'll hurry up now and won't waste your time."
This way of pulling a cart is very labor-intensive, especially testing the core strength of the abdomen.
"It's okay, I don't mean to blame you. When you get to Wusu News Agency, you wait for me outside. After I collect the royalties, I will pay you this month's fare."
Xiangzi looked very happy and grinned: "Brother Bao, you are such a good person!"
"There is no such thing as a good person or a bad person. If you work, you should be paid. Isn't this a matter of course?"
Xiangzi didn't understand and didn't answer his words.
"In a while, I, Xiangzi, will have a car of my own!"
"Xiangzi, congratulations!" Bao Guowei expressed his expectations and congratulations to him.
"Okay, we're here!"
Xiangzi pulled the handlebar, stabilized his steps and stopped, while Bao Guowei turned over and got out of the car.
"Thank you, Xiangzi! Just wait here for me to come out. It shouldn't take long."
"Brother Bao, you're welcome."
The largest newspaper office in Wusu City, Wusu Newspaper Office, is across the street. Bao Guowei looked towards the location of the newspaper office.
This is a two-story attic. There is a mahogany plaque hanging on the door, which reads "Wu Su Newspaper Agency" in four gilded characters. Two security guards in black uniforms are standing guard at the door.
When he first came here, the situation was relatively urgent, and Bao Guowei didn't pay much attention. Looking at it now, the Wusu Newspaper Agency is indeed impressive.
"who are you looking for?"
The security guard blocked Bao Guowei's way.
"I am a friend of your editor-in-chief Wang Yiran! My name is Bao Guowei."
"Oh! It turns out to be a friend from the newspaper office, please come in!"
Bao Guowei nodded and walked in.
The interior of the newspaper office is very simple, with only three rows of offices. There are signs hanging on the doors of each room, marking the ownership of various documents.
Bao Guowei walked towards the second room on the left, knocked on the door, and heard a vicissitudes of voice coming from inside.
"Please come in!"
Bao Guowei pushed open the door and walked in. Editor-in-chief Wang Yiran was immersed in a mountain of manuscripts.
Wang Yiran looked up and saw Bao Guowei. He immediately smiled, put down his work, stood up and came over.
"Brother Bao, I was about to call you, but I didn't expect you to call me first."
"Boss Wang, I'm late!" Bao Guoweiman said apologetically, "I'm in a hurry, that's why I'm in such a hurry."
"It's okay, I understand. And I have a hunch that you will be a big star of our newspaper in the future!"
Wang Yiran warmly greeted Bao Guowei to take a seat.
"Where did this come from? Bao Guowei just wants to earn a few royalties to live by."
Wang Yiran took out a bag of tea from the cabinet next to him and brewed it with boiling water.
"Haha, Brother Bao has great ambitions in his heart, and he will make great progress in the future, let me tell you! Not to mention in Wusu City, even in Jingkou, he will definitely be able to make great achievements in the future!"
"The manuscript you showed me last time, Guns, Germs and Steel, is really thought-provoking! I believe that if this manuscript is published in our Wusu Morning News, it will definitely cause a sensation."
Bao Guowei was ecstatic. A single martial arts attack could naturally protect his wealth in this troubled world, but if he wanted to truly stand out, he needed to do more.
"Thank you very much, Editor Wang!"
"No, don't talk about it in the future, even now you are also a famous person in our newspapers! Wu Po Cang Qiong's sensation in Wu Su City is no less than that of Jianghu Strange Heroes in Jingkou!"
"Now which chapter have you written about Guns, Germs, and Steel? I'm going to add the first two chapters to the serialization. Taking advantage of the popularity of Wu Po Cang Qiong during this period, I can directly spread my reputation!"
Wang Yiran smiled so hard that the wrinkles on his face were piled together.
Bao Guowei took out the crumpled manuscript paper from his arms, "Editor Wang, I'm here today to deliver all the remaining manuscripts!"
Wang Yiran took a thick stack of manuscript paper and took out another pair of glasses from the cabinet to put on. "Brother Bao, you're welcome. This is my office. You can drink tea and do whatever you want. I'll do it first. Maybe read the manuscript!”
"OK!"
Bao Guowei knew Wang Yiran's nature. He liked talented people and especially liked work. He was not sophisticated and disdained the sophistication of people.
As he said this, Wang Yiran put his head on the manuscript paper and read and reviewed it line by line.
"Brother Bao, your talent and learning are truly amazing!"
Bao Guowei shook his head humbly, "Editor Wang, this is nothing! I just learned from the works of my predecessors!"
Wang Yiran glanced at him appreciatively, put away the manuscripts, and said with satisfaction: "The viewpoints in it are very novel. I didn't expect Brother Bao to also have in-depth research on foreign history!"
“Just dabbling a little bit, that’s what I like to do.”
"Your insights into the development of American history are very unique. There are many things that I haven't fully understood yet, but I've gained a lot just by reading them extensively!"
"Then the quality of Chief Editor Wang's manuscript has passed the standard, right?"
"Of course! Such a good manuscript must not be buried!" Wang Yiran saw that the tea in Bao Guowei's cup had become cold and apologetically helped him fill it up.
"But there are a lot of typos in today's manuscript, which are not the same as what you wrote before."
Bao Guowei was in a daze. The previous Wu Po Cang Qiong was basically copied.
Since Guns, Germs, and Steel is a foreign work, he added a lot of his own research and understanding. Many of the contents are original, so it is not surprising that there are some typos.
"This was a first draft and I didn't have time to revise it."
Wang Yiran didn't care about this, "It's okay, you don't have to worry about the flaws. I'll send people to do the typesetting and revision. If there are any ambiguities, I will collect them all and hand them over to you. This will save you some effort."
Since someone can help, it's a good thing that I don't have to work so hard.
"Thank you, Editor Wang!" Bao Guowei said with gratitude.
