Competition among peers is the most sensitive.
As soon as he heard about Harvest magazine, Chen Xiaomi had already realized what was going on.
This "December" should have submitted more papers, but I don't know how many companies have invested in total?
Although she was very angry with the other party's shameless behavior, it was not the first time she had seen her after so long.
After all, new writers have no resources and no way, so they don’t understand some unspoken rules in the industry.
Moreover, the writing techniques of the first book of a new writer are generally not very mature, and the chances of rejecting the manuscript are very high.
Therefore, under the urgent need for urgent publication and eagerness to become famous, some new writers will secretly submit multiple copies in order to avoid putting eggs into a basket, with the purpose of increasing opportunities.
Chen Xiaomi had thought about this possibility before, but she still felt lucky.
And now, that feeling of luck is shattered.
She didn't know how the call ended, her mind was a little stiff, and she was shrouded in a haze.
Zhou Chunlan, who had been pricking up her ears and eavesdropping, saw her staying there, and immediately asked in a false sense:
"Xiaomi, what's wrong? Isn't it going well?"
Chen Xiaomi suddenly felt a strong sense of disgust towards her and almost exuded fragrance, but in the end she held back, kept smiling and said perfunctorily, and went straight to the door of the editor-in-chief's office.
"Dongdongdongdong..."
"Come in!"
When Chen Xiaomi opened the door and said straight to Zhou Mingwei, "Uncle Zhou, I have to go to Shao City."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Mingwei, who was burying his head to write something, looked up at her, and then put down his pen:
"Are you having a problem?"
Regarding the rare masterpiece like "Alive", Chen Xiaomi did not hide anything and directly told the story of "December" that he submitted more papers.
What kind of storms and waves have you never seen? Today I can be the editor-in-chief. My mentality is not comparable to that of ordinary people. After listening to it, my expression remains the same without any turmoil.
If it was another work, he wouldn't bother to care about it and let his subordinates do it.
But this is "Living"!
Even though he has been in the industry for decades and has read a lot of books, he still can't find a few works that can touch the depths of his soul, and "Living" did it.
His rich experience tells him that this is a work that can make a name for itself.
A deep intuition told him that if he missed this opportunity rashly, he might regret it in the future.
Thinking of this, Zhou Mingwei asked: "How many words are there?"
Chen Xiaomi replied: "Dec said, it was about 95,000 words."
Zhou Mingwei asked again, "What is your most intuitive impression of this writer by phone?"
Chen Xiaomi pondered for a moment and summed up two words: "Confidence! Love money!"
Confidence is the taste!
If someone who can write such a work is not confident, it will be a little bit meaningful. Zhou Mingwei may not be so expecting the follow-up of the work.
As for love for money, it varies from person to person. He did not comment when he saw a real person. The meditation meeting authorized and said, "You have the full authority to deal with this matter within the scope."
Chen Xiaomi waited for this and immediately stated: "Okay, I'll set off now."
Zhou Mingwei and Zheng pointed out and instructed: "The opponent is not weak, it is indeed better to be early rather than late, so pay attention to safety on the road."
"Thank you, Uncle Zhou."
After getting the Shangfang Sword and thinking about the actions that his old rival "Harvest" magazine might take, the anxious Chen Xiaomi did not dare to delay for a moment.
After simply packing up the things on her desk, she hurried to the door of the editorial room.
"Hey, Xiaomi, where are you going in such a hurry?"
Sister Liao has always had a good relationship with her, so she howled for her curious colleagues.
Chen Xiaomi glanced at Zhou Chunlan and replied, "I made an appointment with December to meet, so I have to make some preparations."
The editorial department is full of old men. I heard from a simple sentence that it is not simple. Uncle Dai cheered:
"Xiao Chen, I wish you success! I'll invite me, the old man, to drink when you come back."
"It's no problem to lend you a good word."
Leaving People's Literature, Chen Xiaomi first went to the post office without stopping and took an urgent telegram to Shao City.
Then I found a public telephone booth, called my father and a friend, got tickets, train tickets and air tickets.
…
Shao City, No. 1 Middle School.
The same method and the same method, Li Heng did it in the same way on a male editor of Harvest magazine, which made the other party stunned.
When he put the red receiver back in place, the English teacher asked: "Can you really succeed when you play like this?"
Li Heng thought, "It's hard to talk about now, you'll know the effect in a few days."
The English teacher sat cross-legged on the sofa, picked up the teacup and savored it, and asked, "You are a new writer. What should you do if they don't spoil you and give up directly?"
Li Heng was full of confidence: "No! I know what I wrote."
Seeing her believing or not, he added: "When the scholarship exam is over, if there is no news from the two magazines yet, I will try "Contemporary" and "October". I will no longer play tricks this time and earn the royalties honestly."
Hearing this, Wang Runwen's eyes stayed on his face for a long time and asked in confusion:
"As a place as big as Shao City and so many intellectuals, I haven't seen anyone become a great writer in recent years, nor have anyone ever been able to publish novels.
Just like Teacher Wang Qi and the others, the newspapers published two tofu chunks as big as fingers and had to show off for a long time.
You are only under 18 years old, why are you not satisfied with such great achievements? Why are you so persistent in money?"
Li Heng shook his head calmly: "I have only earned hundreds or thousands of dollars to write a book. What's the point of contentment that I have?
I have no other source of income now, so I can only count on this, so I have to maximize my interests."
Listening to this, Wang Runwen didn't continue arguing with him about this topic.
After slowly drinking a cup of tea, she looked at the following table and said, "Let's go, there's no cooking at home. Let's go out to eat while there is still time."
Li Heng asked naturally: "Am I free for lunch?"
Wang Runwen smiled and asked back: "Why don't you call me a soft meal?"
Li Heng subconsciously had a soft spot in her heart.
Seeing this, Wang Runwen smashed the empty cup in his hand directly.
What a fucking thing!
Fortunately, he dodged quickly, otherwise he would have to smash his head.
After ten seconds of confrontation, Li Heng raised his hand decisively: "It's too cruel, I surrender."
Wang Runwen smiled at his eyes as if he was not smiling. He picked up the wallet on the coffee table and walked out first.
With the teacher, the guard did not make things difficult for him. Li Heng came outside the school for the first time without any obstacles during the school closure.
Looking at the Fat Brother Hotel across the street, he asked expectantly: "Teacher, did you treat me to a big meal?"
Unexpectedly, Wang Runwen had no birds, so he walked towards the egg fried rice stall next to him.
Li Hengda was disappointed: "I thought I was going to eat something good, which made me almost killed."
Wang Runwen said coldly: "My salary is not high. If you dislike the fried rice with eggs and fried rice, just eat buns."
The bun is so big, soft and white. Li Heng was so angry that he reached out and shouted: "Boss, add an egg to fried rice!"
"Okay, please wait."
Chapter completed!