"I'm back!"

Martin, who had easily finished the day's lessons, pushed open the door and unexpectedly found that his father Grant and mother Linda were sitting at the dining table, and they heard his voice and looked at each other.

What happened?

Martin peeked at Aranda, and the housekeeper made a lip-sync at him.

"Random House?"

Martin instantly relaxed his heart and knew what was going on, and then looked at Grant and Linda and found that there was a smile and joy hidden under the serious faces of the two, and of course, doubt and surprise!

"Ahem, Martin, tell me, what have you been hiding from us all lately?"

"Hey, Mom, are you trying to induce a confession?"

"It depends on whether you make a mistake!"

"Of course not, I go to school every day, and when I get home, I finish my homework on time, and then I read some extracurricular books, and sometimes I write something myself-"

"Wait, write something yourself?" Grant interrupted his son's narrative, then organized the language, "So have you, well, done anything other than writing something?" "

"Well, I sent some stories that I thought were good to the publisher, maybe a little bit of my luxury, I always wish more people could read them! For example, I send it to..."

"Like this Random House?"

Grant pulled out a thick new seal from the purse beside him and shook it at Martin, smiling on both his and his wife's faces.

"Wow, Random House, got a reply?" Martin pretended to be excited.

"Take a look, I haven't opened it yet, I hope it's not a rejection letter."

As soon as Grant finished speaking, Linda hit her arm, only to realize that she had said the wrong thing, pulled her fingers on her mouth, and made a zipper pulling motion, indicating "I shut up".

Martin opened the envelope without the slightest concern and read it.

"Dear Mr. Martin Meyers: Here is Benjamin Georgia, publishing editor of Random House... We really like the fairy tale "Kung Fu Panda" written by you... Will come to your home on September 25 to discuss publishing..."

"Wow, our little Martin is going to publish a book, I'm so proud of you." Linda put her arm around Martin, and her eyes were red with joy.

Grant was also a little excited, 11-year-old writer, our Meyers family is going to be a genius, no, I have to call my father quickly and tell him the good news.

............

September 25.

A black Cadillac sedan slowly stopped on the side of the street.

A man and a woman got out of the car, the man was in his early forties, and his gray and decent professional suit made him look very competent, a little thin but very spirited.

The woman, who is about thirty years old, is also wearing a gray professional suit, carrying a small bag in her hand, and closely follows the man, who looks like an assistant or secretary.

The two were Benjamin Georgia, editor of Random House, and his assistant, Miss Sheena, who put his hand on his forehead and looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the gate of Meyers' villa, not far from them.

"222 Trembrunn Street, Upscale Residential Area?" He muttered, then looked at Sheena, "I said Sheena, is the author's address here?" "

"Benjamin, I confirmed, this is it." Sheena smiled.

"A rich family, a good education, presumably the owner of the house must be a person who loves literature and has a lot of books at home, no wonder he can write such interesting stories." Benjamin said as he straightened his suit.

"The author's age should not be too young, although it is a fairy tale, but the average young person does not have such experience to support them to write such a detailed ancient Chinese background in the story, and the details such as landscape, clothing, martial arts and even food described in the book are full of Chinese elements..." said Hina.

The two talked and came to the gate of the villa, rang the doorbell on the left side of the doorpost, and soon, a kind female voice came from the intercom: "Hello, this is Meyers' house, who are you?" "

"Hello, we are from Random House, is Mr. Martin Meyers at home?" Benjamin replied.

There was a pause before a voice came again: "Please wait a minute, okay?" "

Then came the sound of rushing away, and a vague exclamation was heard, and Benjamin and Xena looked at each other suspiciously, and spread their hands together.

After a while, the kind woman's voice just now resounded on the intercom, "Please come in, Mr. and Mrs. are waiting for you at the door." "

Mr. and Mrs?

Benjam thought secretly: It seems that the gentleman is the author of "Kung Fu Panda" - Mr. Martin, and he has begun to silently prepare words in his heart.

The large electric iron gate slowly opens, revealing a beautiful garden, which is planted along the wall with tall palm trees, which increases the privacy of the villa, as well as evergreen shrubs such as fire thorns, gold leaves, privet leaves, golden juniper, boxwood, etc., dotted with summer azaleas, pink, rose, purple flowers are very eye-catching.

There is a marble fountain in the center of the lawn, and the spray of water spewed out of the mouths of two fish, shining in the sun.

Behind the fountain, there is a small Balot-style villa, luxurious marble pillars, exquisite sculptures, you can see the owner's taste.

At this time, two middle-aged men and women with good temperament were already waiting at the door, and seeing Benjamin and Hina approaching, the man took the lead in extending his hand.

"Welcome to the two of you, I have been looking forward to it for a long time!"

"You must be Mr. Martin Meyers, right? Your work is so wonderful that I believe that children around the world will have another classic book. "

Grant was stunned, knowing that the other party had misunderstood, and said with a smile: ""Kung Fu Panda" is not my work, introduce myself, my name is Grant Meyers, the chief investment consultant and office director of the investment office of JPMorgan Chase Bank, and the story of "Kung Fu Panda" was written by my son - Martin. "

Benjamin was stunned and almost forgot to shake hands with Linda on the side, but fortunately he reacted in time so that he was not rude.

When the two parties walked and sat down in the reception room of the villa, Benjamin realized that he had made a mistake, and the real author of "Kung Fu Panda" was Martin Meyers, the son of Grant and Linda.

"Take the liberty of asking, how old is your son?"

"Eleven!"

Grant looked proud.

Benjamin and Sheena looked shocked.

"Is he home now, I want to talk to him."

"He should have finished school by now, and he will be home in about fifteen minutes. What to drink for the two? Black tea or coffee? Or some whiskey? "

"Coffee, thanks."

"What about the lady?"

"I want black tea, thank you."

Linda winked at Aranda, the housekeeper next to her.

The housekeeper quickly retreated, and soon brought a plate with two tall jugs and four cups.

The slender one is the coffee pot, and the chunky one is the teapot.

"Come, taste, authentic Blue Mountain coffee and Chinese black tea."

The four of them each picked up their cups and chatted idly.

More than ten minutes later.

"I'm back!"

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