Reborn as a Superpower Girl in the 80s
Chapter 484: The Feeling of Regretting Not Meeting Sooner

Chapter 484: Chapter 484: The Feeling of Regretting Not Meeting Sooner

What caught her eye was a Seagull brand camera, with quite a few rolls of film and an unopened camera case beneath it; this person was really meticulous. She hadn’t dealt with cameras last time she was in the south; what she had handled were fireworks.

In the Jing Family Study Room, after sending off Luo Qiao, the Butler came here: "Third Young Master, Miss Luo has left, and I’ve handed her the items as you instructed."

Jing Wanpeng, looking at the documents in his hands, didn’t even lift his head, and said indifferently, "That’s good. How is Grandfather’s health?"

The Butler replied, "All is well. Miss Luo has prescribed another formula, suggesting to continue with dietary therapy after completing a treatment course, and she left two dietary therapy prescriptions."

Only then did Jing Wanpeng say, "Understood. You may go and attend to your duties."

Luo Qiao didn’t go straight back to her grandparents’ house; instead, she took a detour to the newspaper office, having already made an appointment with the editor.

After reporting her name at the reception, an employee escorted her toward the editor’s office. Today she was meeting with Editor Wang, with whom she had been communicating by letter.

After a gentle knock on the door, a voice from inside said, "Please come in."

The receptionist pushed the door open and said, "Editor Wang, the author Xiao Yao you had an appointment with has arrived."

Editor Wang stood up, walked forward enthusiastically to shake hands with Luo Qiao, and said with a smile, "You and your writing both possess an ethereal and lively charm."

Luo Qiao replied with a smile, "You flatter me; it’s finally nice to meet you."

The two talked for a long time in the office. Editor Wang felt it was a pity that they hadn’t met sooner.

In her conversation with Luo Qiao, she found quite a few inspirations, and she was also captivated by the everyday knowledge and handy tips written by Luo Qiao.

They also agreed on the terms: ten yuan per thousand words, two yuan for each accompanying illustration, and as before, two articles a month. Luo Qiao could mix everyday handy tips, health knowledge, or safety commonsense in her writings.

After finalizing the details for the column, Luo Qiao presented her novel "Spring Blooms," which had over a hundred thousand words written, to Editor Wang for review. After reading a few Chapters, Editor Wang felt they were well written, full of youthful vigor, and inspirational.

Thus, the serialization of "Spring Blooms" was arranged to start the following month. By the time Luo Qiao left the newspaper office, it was almost noon. Although Editor Wang wanted to invite Luo Qiao for lunch, Luo Qiao politely declined, reasoning that many people sought her for matters and that she should be considerate of Editor Wang’s busy schedule.

Standing at the bus stop, she noticed someone she had met once before. However, this person looked disheveled, with a messy beard and clothes that seemed unworn for a long time.

Luo Qiao observed for a while, noticing his defeated and despondent demeanor, and he seemed somewhat out of it. Just as she was watching, the man took a step back, stumbled on the curb of the bus station platform, and almost fell.

Perhaps the shock woke him from his stupor; sensing Luo Qiao’s gaze, he looked up, and on recognizing her, came over somewhat embarrassingly, "It’s you, I didn’t expect to see you here."

Luo Qiao nodded, "Hello, what happened to you?"

The man looked at his own disheveled state and said somewhat ashamed, "I’ve been quite busy these past few days, haven’t had much rest."

Then he added, "It’s embarrassing to say, but I still don’t know your name."

He had asked before, but Luo Qiao, thinking they wouldn’t meet again, didn’t see the point in telling him, so she just didn’t. Contrary to her expectations, here they were crossing paths again, perhaps it was fate binding her with his family.

Luo Qiao smiled lightly, "My name is Luo Qiao."

The man also quickly said, "I’m Lu Ningzhou."

Luo Qiao nodded, "I know, you introduced yourself that day. How is your wife and son, are they okay now?"

Lu Ningzhou, thinking of his wife and child at home, had a smile on his face, "That day, thanks to you and that lady, I really didn’t know what to do."

Seeing Lu Ningzhou, Luo Qiao was reminded of his helpless state that day, "Meeting is fate. I can see you treat your wife well and I understand how you felt that day."

After speaking, Lu Ningzhou took out a small notebook from his briefcase, wrote down an address and phone number, and handed it to Luo Qiao, "Keep this well. I might not have any significant abilities, but I do have some connections in Capital City. If you ever run into problems, just talk to me, and when you have time, come visit my home."