889: C889 A Few Dozen Draft Letters

C889 A Few Dozen Draft Letters

Qin Luo shook his head. "Natur made an appointment with me. The content was inconvenient, but it was still highly efficient."

An appointment! Directly facing me!

Hearing this, even the experienced and knowledgeable Fu Zhendong's heart couldn't help but tremble.

Nathur could obviously carry out the load, this was both simple and frugal.

This was also a commonly used method in many periodicals.

However, Natur did not do so. They chose the more cumbersome process, and the more time-consuming drafts.

This could no longer be described as taking it seriously, but as a matter of fact, taking it very seriously!

Fu Zhendong could bluntly say that the number of people in the world who could enjoy this kind of treatment was no more than two hands.

And each and every one of them was a famous big bull in the academic world.

Deligne, Fariens, Tu Youyou...

And now, Qin Luo had already received their treatment.

"When will it start?" Fu Zhendong asked.

"Now." Qin Luo smiled and took out a pen from his pocket. He unscrewed the pen cap and started writing.

But the next moment, he was interrupted by a short beeping sound.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

The moment Qin Luo finished writing, a short sound entered his ears.

The faxed machine in the corner started operating once again.

"There's more?" Qin Luo turned to look at Fu Zhendong.

"How would I know?" Fu Zhendong rolled his eyes at Qin Luo and quickly walked over.

To be honest, he was also very confused.

It was very difficult to use the Fax Machine in his office once a year.

But now, in just one morning, two documents had arrived.

And each of them was bigger than the last.

"Siencé's Fax" Fu Zhendong stuffed the Fax into Qin Luo's hands and asked curiously, "What is it for?"

"It's still an agreement." Qin Luo roughly glanced at it and replied.

The two major magazines, Snow and Natur, agreed on the draft at the same time.

This was f * cking scary!

At this moment, Fu Zhendong's little heart couldn't help but beat again.

"You are going to throw..."

"Di Di Di..."

Before Fu Zhendong could finish his sentence, the Fax Machine rang again.2

F * ck!

What was going on today? Distributing the Fax Machine in piles?

Fu Zhendong looked at the Fax Machine with a blank expression on his face. He looked at the Fax Machine like a machine.

"Where is it this time?" Qin Luo asked.

"World Science magazine." Fu Zhendong replied.

"Di Di Di..."

However, just as he finished his sentence, the Fax Machine rang once again.

Picking up the documents...

Beep, beep, beep...

Collecting documents...

Beep, beep, beep...

Once or twice, Fu Zhendong was still very excited. After all, all the big magazines were calling him. This was recognition of Qin Luo and also recognition of the Yanjing University.

However, when these faxes piled up into a "small mountain," Fu Zhendong was completely speechless.

"Gulp ~"

Fu Zhendong carefully swallowed his saliva and turned his eyes to Qin Luo. "Qin Luo, what are you going to do?"

Many! Too much, so much that it was impossible to finish writing!

What should he do?

To be honest, even Qin Luo himself did not know.

If it was one or two chapters, Qin Luo would be satisfied, but there were more than one or two! There were dozens of chapters.

Not to mention Qin Luo only had two hands, even if he had eight hands, he wouldn't be able to finish them all!

Rubbing his temples, Qin Luo said in a deep voice, "Call me back, I will not accept the contract, I will only accept the transfer."

Not accept the contract? Only accept the transfer?

Upon hearing Qin Luo's words, Fu Zhendong froze on the spot.

One had to know that among these contract letters, there were many publications with great influence factors!

pqdm.com