Zhao Bensan's bent back even more powerful, "Mr. He, you are talking about it, I am obsessed with it."

"Okay, don't act like you are accusing you. Today I came to you not to criticize you." He Ping renewed another cup of tea for him.

Then he said, "I understand the idea of ​​making more money. In this way, I will give you an idea. You can find someone to save a script and hand it over to Yanan. If she thinks it is appropriate, you can invest in either the Film and Television City or Hantun. Of course, you can also invest in it if you have money. The sales of TV series are the Film and Television City, so you can just wait and share the money. What do you think of my suggestion?"

Zhao Bensan originally thought that he would be cursed when he came here today, but he didn't expect that Mr. He just beat him a few words, and then made such a proposal that made him excited.

He asked ecstatically: "Mr. He, are you saying true?"

He Ping smiled, "Can I still fool you?"

"Of course not."

"What do you think of my proposal?" He Ping asked.

Zhao Bensan nodded vigorously, "Okay!"

"Since you think it's good, how about working in this direction?"

"Yes!" Zhao Bensan nodded again with some excitement.

He Pingyu said to him earnestly: "I know you are a talented person. You are smart and have your own ideas. But you should look at the long term and don't just see the small profits in front of you. Many times, if you look a little longer, you will get more."

Zhao Bensan lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully: "Thank you, Mr. He, for your teachings. Don't worry, I am not a person who is ignorant of praise. Please see my performance in the future."

He Ping nodded slightly, "Okay, the tea is cold, hurry up and drink it!"

After finishing the tea, Zhao Bensan became tactful and chose to say goodbye.

When I got out, I couldn't help but jumped high with excitement.

No wonder He always can be a big boss, look at his mind and this pattern.

In comparison, my little thoughts a few days ago were too pediatric.

After Lin Yanan called Zhao Bensan, she did not rush to leave the hotel. She was a little curious about what would happen to Mr. He asks him, so she waited in the hotel lobby.

Not long after, I saw Zhao Bensan, who shook his head happily, shook his head with his shoes, and his face was almost grinning like a shovel.

Lin Yanan was surprised. When she went there, she looked nervous and tragic. Why did she feel so happy when she came back?

What did Mr. He tell him?

She called Zhao Bensan at the curiosity trend in her heart.

When I saw Lin Yanan again, Zhao Bensan was gone before his cautiousness.

"Sister Yanan!" he called out.

"What did Mr. He say to you?"

Zhao Bensan hesitated for a moment and decided to tell the truth. Anyway, if he really saved the script, the news would not be hidden.

So he learned all the things He Ping said to Lin Yanan.

"Okay, I know, go!"

After knowing the reason why He Ping looked for Zhao Bensan, Lin Yanan sent him away lightly.

Lin Yanan stood there and recalled Zhao Bensan's words. She finally understood what the boss meant by making changes.

It's still the boss!

What I thought was too simple. The boss would know if it was there once he took action.

The boss's light words not only dispelled Zhao Bensan's resentment and the possibility of giving up in the future, but also tied him to the chariot of the Film and Television City, and he couldn't even get out of it.

The most important thing is that Zhao Bensan is still very beautiful.

This is a real trick to kill two birds with one stone!

Lin Yanan began to reflect on her complaints about her boss just now. Her situation was still small and she did not have the boss's high-level awareness and far-sighted gaze.

Maijia was already a little discouraged and looked at the manuscript that was rejected. This was his first novel "Private Notebook" written using a diary he wrote for many years. He could no longer remember which magazine he invested in, and he had not escaped the fate of being rejected.

Half a year of revisions and waiting made him doubt his talent in writing.

Am I really not suitable for writing?

In an instant, a mania surged in his heart, wanting to burn the manuscript that shamed him.

But when he pinched the manuscript and found the match, he imagined the scene in his mind where the paper filled with his hard work burned into ashes.

He stopped.

He suddenly felt angry with himself. Are you already incompetent to get the manuscript to vent? Shouldn't the problem of being rejected?

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and put down the manuscript dejectedly.

He took the college entrance examination in 1981 and was lucky enough to be admitted to the Radio Department of the Military Engineering and Technology College. This is a school that trains military intelligence personnel. After graduation, he was assigned to the army to serve as a technical investigator.

In the past few years, he has devoted all his energy to writing except for work, but his efforts may not be rewarded.

He lay in bed, his mind full of the plot of the novel and the reasons for the rejection written by the editor.

At this time, the roommate in the same dormitory came back and said to him as if he had found a treasure: "Maijia, show you something good."

The Mai family said in a lack of interest: "What good thing?"

The roommate took out a magazine from his military green shoulder bag, "Dingdeng! Look at this!"

"Vegetable Garden? What's this bad name? Is it a magazine?"

The roommate joked: "You have no idea about this, right? Let me tell you, this is a privately issued magazine and it is not easy to do."

Maijia asked, "Then where did you get it?"

"Didn't I tell you that my brother is an editor in "Zhongshan". This is an internal magazine published by a writer's village in Northeast China. It is specially mailed to their magazines, and it is full of non-public articles."

The roommate's words aroused the interest of the Mai family, "What is the Writer's Village? They are all magazines. What does this "Cai Garden" do for "Zhongshan" Magazine? Their articles are still not public?"

Mai’s question made the roommate feel a little proud, the kind of pride holding important messages.

"I think you've been confused about submissions recently and haven't read much about magazines. He Ping, do you know?"

"I know, what's wrong with him? I've posted a new novel?"

"What new novels have been published? He opened a writers' village in the Northeast, which is a place for writers to live in. I heard that the environment there is very good. They also joined many magazines to organize summer camps and other activities, saying that it is to cultivate more young writers.

This "Caiyuan" is a magazine published in their writers' village. It is quite interesting. My brother said that the purpose of "Caiyuan" magazine is different from that of ordinary magazines. They are to discover young writers, so the requirements for the articles in it are not high. As long as you have a good writing style and have highlights, you can pass the manuscript and get the manuscript fee.

But "Caiyuan" is not publicly released, so they mail it to magazines across the country. If any magazine likes the article above, they can contact them to publish it. Writers can still get the magazine's royalties."
Chapter completed!