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Tang Ping'an finally believed he hadn't heard wrong.
"Thank you, Teacher He, thank you, Teacher He," Tang Ping'an said excitedly, "My writing has been published, it can be published."
"Yes, calm down first," He Tiantian said with a light chuckle, "I have something even more important to tell you. Your previous manuscript of 100,000 words, according to the contract, can be serialized twice a week for two months. How much of your next novel have you written? Can you keep up with the schedule?"
"I can keep up. I already have 50,000 words drafted," Tang Ping'an said, "and with another month, I can write another 100,000. The whole book will be 300,000 words in total."
He Tiantian listened and nodded, "Alright, that sets my mind at ease. Now sit down, take a good look at the contract, and if there's no issue, you can sign it."
"Mm," Tang Ping'an sat down, carefully went through the contract, and asked He Tiantian any questions he had about parts he didn't understand.