Even insiders might not understand all the procedures for review and publishing.
He rubbed his forehead, organizing his words, "Actually, it's good not to know, just focus on writing your manuscript."
"I'm not interested in writing for now," Qu Jianlei firmly refused, "because I don't know enough."
But Geng Shougong understood that it wasn't about not knowing enough, but purely psychological resistance.
So he hesitated slightly and nodded, "Then don't write, life goes on as usual."
Four months later, spring arrived and Zhou Six shifted quickly from deep winter to early summer.
During this time, Qu Jianlei went hunting twice more, basically just to make a living.
He hadn't done any mechanical repair work again, not that he didn't want to, just that his prices were too high.
Now that spring had come, Qu Jianlei decided it was time to go out and move around.
Zhou Six isn't a bad place, but he felt there should be higher skies worth exploring.
