Back to the 70s: My Childhood Sweetheart Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 729 - 728 Worth Collecting

Cao Na looked at the freshly printed materials and was stunned, "Is this really what I wrote?"

"Am I really a published author now?"

Cao Na was truly on the verge of tears. She had never imagined she would have the chance to publish a book in her lifetime, even as just one of many authors, but it was enough to excite her.

Zhao Guangran looked at the teary-eyed, excited Cao Na with utter confusion, thinking she was quite the country bumpkin—it’s just a book!

"We’ve published so many books, and no one’s been this excited. Why is she so thrilled?" Zhao Guangran felt it was because Cao Na hadn’t seen much of the world; otherwise, how could she get so worked up over such a small thing?

Cao Na stiffened. She knew she was losing her composure a bit, but she truly was excited, "I, I, I am the first in my family to publish a book."

Even her smarter older sister hadn’t accomplished this, so how could she not be excited?

"Doesn’t someone sleep with the sample book for several nights without resting well?" Gong Ruini originally didn’t want to expose this, but comments started spilling with the main person here, so it’s best not to start.

Oh, so Zhao Guangran was also nervous like this. Cao Na smiled and stared at Zhao Guangran, "It seems everyone gets equally excited, no matter how many books they’ve published."

This is too much; didn’t she discuss with Gong Ruini last time to save him some face? Don’t men care about reputation?

"After all, it’s publishing a book—I’m still dazed by it." Gong Ruwen looked incredulous. He really never thought he’d become famous one day.

"Many people ask if I really review the way I write." Gong Ruwen felt a little embarrassed, as most of it was true, but some parts were exaggerated.

Cao Na was bouncing with excitement, "Ni Zi, my parents wanted to be low-key, not let others know I wrote a book, but didn’t expect the news to spread."

"People are asking for my signature." My gosh, a signature! Cao Na had never imagined she would one day sign autographs.

Oh, people are indeed asking Cao Na for autographs—unbelievable! Zhao Guangran was quite surprised because despite publishing so many books, no one had ever asked him for his autograph.

Why does Cao Na have such good opportunities? Zhao Guangran felt quite jealous and waited anxiously for Cao Na.

Isn’t it just signing an autograph—what’s the big deal? It’s exhausting and doesn’t bring any benefits. With that time, it would be better to think about how to come up with topics—now that’s the profitable business.

"They also hope to get your autographs." Cao Na suddenly remembered this, pulled out some books from her bag, and looked hopefully at them.

Oh my, they include us? Zhao Guangran was stunned, "They also want my autograph."

"Yes." Cao Na looked expectantly at Gong Ruini and the others.

Autographs, Gong Ruini honestly didn’t want to sign, even though it’s just a few books now, what if there are a lot of people wanting autographs later?

Gong Ruini thought about having to sign constantly then and felt as frustrated as possible.

"Alright, I’ll sign." Zhao Guangran wanted to act proud but ultimately held back, fearing he might offend Cao Na and she wouldn’t hand over the book.

"Ni Zi, we have to sign often. People buying books see our good attitude, and book buyers will definitely increase."

"More book buyers mean more commission for us." Zhao Guangran calculated, as the commission was based on sales, giving them a percentage of the money.

Under the persuasion by Zhao Guangran and Cao Na’s hope to complete the task, Gong Ruini had no choice but to sign, and for seriousness, due to Zhao Guangran’s provocation, signed with a brush.

Gong Ruini could only comfort herself that this was just once; if asked to sign again, she would definitely refrain from using a brush.

Though Gong Ruini practiced brush calligraphy every day, it wasn’t for endlessly writing her name.

Zhao Guangran decided to use a pen for signatures, but after seeing the signatures of his brother and Ni Zi, he regretted variously.

"I should have used brush for my signature—it’s so impressive." Though a pen signature is nice, next to brush calligraphy, it lacks the same impact.

Zhao Guangran was frustrated and regretted provoking Gong Ruini when she didn’t want to sign, hoping she would agree to sign with brush calligraphy. Now, it backfired, and he suffered.

"Then why did you encourage us to use brush calligraphy?" Zhao Guangran was upset that his signature wasn’t impressive, looking fake, "From now on, we’ll sign with pens."

Gong Ruini felt grateful she had practiced brush calligraphy for these years; otherwise, she’d embarrass herself immensely.

"Oh no, I’ll use brush calligraphy!" Zhao Guangran admitted his writing couldn’t compare with Gong Ruini and others, but it was strong and forceful, a fine hand worth showcasing.

"Then you use brush calligraphy." What a pitiful kid, if someone wants to use brush calligraphy, let them; she certainly wouldn’t endure the hardship.

Cao Na didn’t care if their future autographs were in brush or pen; she successfully completed her task, carrying a pile of books home, and when placing them down, the page with Gong Ruini’s and their signatures just happened to open, revealing their names.

Father Cao peered over, "Those are fine characters."

Previously, he thought his daughter’s handwriting was excellent among peers, but now looking, "Whose handwriting is this?"

"This was written by Ni Zi, this by Gong Ruwen, and that by Zhao Xuran." See, Gong Ruini’s handwriting made Dad so excited, indicating it’s extraordinarily good.

"It is indeed impressive." Father Cao looked after a few glances, "By the way, Nana, you should have your book signed by Ni Zi and the others."

Couldn’t have imagined such good signature writing from these kids, "It seems what Uncle Zhuge said was indeed right, they weren’t ordinary before."

Father Cao, despite work relations, hadn’t met Zhan Jing and the others, but because his wife was concerned about their oldest daughter’s problem, she met them and remarked on their elegance, hinting at a cultured upbringing.

Father Cao hadn’t been convinced, thinking his wife was grateful for her motherly help regarding their oldest daughter, discussing pleasing things. However, it was evident his wife’s words were factual.

Oh, Dad meant to keep Gong Ruini’s and the others’ signatures—unbelievable! Cao Na admitted their handwriting was nice, but not to this extent.

"Keep it; it might be a memento for later." Father Cao felt an indescribable feeling of those children, together not even forty, having so many ideas.

Provided they stay on the right path, who knows how far they’ll go; Father Cao eagerly anticipated their future performance, especially if they do well, his daughter would follow suit.

A memento? Yes, this is a keepsake of their first collaborative effort. Cao Na gently patted her head, feeling silly, realizing she must have Gong Ruini and the others each keep a copy.