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My name is Lin Meng, and I am the head of the editorial team of the Children's Newspaper.

I'm confused right now.

Because I saw a children's story about Giant Bull X.

Interesting, easy to understand, and meaningful.

I haven't seen anything like this in my editing career.

But it's right in front of me right now, in a sloppy two-page paper.

It must be a masterpiece.

It's called Cinderella.

And I, who just said that the name is illogical! Oh my God! What am I doing? Am I criticizing a masterpiece?

I don't have the idea of how to urge a draft anymore.

But I had a new idea, and this one ...... It's dangerous.

Let that "uncle" fuck off.

What kind of famous children's story writer is he, just the things he writes?

God's work is in my hands now, and God's author is right before me.

He can write this kind of work in half an hour, does that "uncle" have any qualifications to delay the manuscript?

I was wrong, such a person should not be an artist, but a writer.

Writing requires talent.

Words, everyone can write them. And stories, not everyone can make up well enough. A writer is like that, you write hundreds of thousands or even millions of words, as long as no one thinks your work is good, you are a writer who lives on a guaranteed salary, and if someone agrees with you, someone thinks that your work is good enough, you can be called a writer.

Too many writers want to be good writers, and there are many hard-working writers, but they have less luck and talent.

And this young man in front of him, I think, has enough talent.

......

Meng Zuo was very curious at this time, since Team Leader Lin criticized the title of "Cinderella", he had never said a word, and Team Leader Lin grabbed the two pages and did not move.

It's only a thousand words, if I could read it in two minutes. Meng Zuo thought so in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.

Team Leader Lin watched for six minutes, and was silent for six minutes. For six minutes, he was thinking about how to fulfill what he had just said. This kind of work is really rare, the name of the three words Cinderella actually contains a deep meaning, this gray is not the other gray, which can not only be understood by children, but also can be recognized by adults who buy books, this is not an ordinary book.

This kind of work, which is a big seller when taken out alone, actually succumbed to a lukewarm "Little Story Collection" magazine, which is simply a violent thing! When Lin Meng thought about it in his heart, the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, so he forgot the time, and forgot that there was still a person standing in front of him.

Meng Zuo was standing at this time, although Team Leader Lin asked him to sit down just now, but he didn't sit, now when he saw that Team Leader Lin's face was gloomy and silent, he didn't dare to sit down if he wanted to.

This is just a sitting, this stop is half an hour!

Lin Meng seemed to be stupid, his hands were raised in the air, and he kept raising them for half an hour, and he didn't know what he was thinking, until his arm was sore, he came to his senses, rubbed his arm and relaxed, stretched his waist, and then remembered that there was another person in front of him.

Meng Zuo was in extreme pain now, he didn't dare to move even after standing for half a point, now his legs were sore and numb, he didn't dare to open his mouth, he looked at Lin Meng with that kind of little grievance, and suddenly made Team Leader Lin laugh.

"Sit, didn't I let you sit!"

"Don't dare to ......," Meng Zuo said aggrievedly.

"What don't you dare?" Lin Meng was stunned.

(As the author of this book, I interjected here, I said before that Team Leader Lin had too few scenes and there was no need to name him, but I found that he had a lot of roles when I wrote it, so I gave him another one, which is called improvisation, not a slap in the face...... ）

"You stopped talking after you finished telling me that the name of my story was wrong, and then the expression on my face changed for a while, I thought about it, I don't know if you want to scold me, where do I dare to sit down!" Meng Zuo now looks very much like an angry daughter-in-law.

"Okay, okay, okay......" Lin Meng's face was full of black lines, and he was angry and laughing, "You sit down quickly, if I don't talk all the time, you won't move?"

Meng Zuo nodded earnestly.

"There's really your ...... Come, sit down, and let's have a good talk. ”

Meng Zuo sat down at this time, and the soreness and numbness on his legs were reduced a lot in the next moment.

Lin Meng put the two pieces of A4 paper on the table, pointed to them and said, "You really wrote this in half an hour?"

When Meng Zuo heard this, he shook his head.

Lin Meng nodded secretly in his heart, if he really finished writing in half an hour, the others would not be alive. Unexpectedly, Meng Zuo's next sentence was simply murderous.

"Within half an hour, I checked several times to make sure there were no typos, and then it took a while to print. ”

Hearing this, Lin Meng didn't catch his breath and choked on saliva.

Is this human talk?

You wrote such a piece in about 20 minutes?

How did you let the other self-proclaimed writers mess up?

"Ahem...... How well did you write this article...... It's okay. Team Leader Lin cleared his throat, raised his voice, and forcibly gave himself a little more confidence.

This reminded Meng Zuo of what a cross talk actor surnamed Guo in his original world said: "Those people who stare at the stage with big eyes and speak like a roar are all empty-hearted, and he has no bottom in his heart!"

That's right! That's right! Meng Zuo nodded silently in his heart.

"You are an expert, you have given an idea, how do you need to improve?" Meng Zuo's expression was extremely respectful, as if he was humbly asking for advice from a teacher.

Lin Meng was stupid, he still had to ask himself how to improve such a work? He was an unknown editorial team leader, how could he know! He just wanted to maintain a little dignity and prestige as a team leader, but he didn't expect this grandson to wait for him here.

looked at Meng Zuo's sincere look, and it didn't look like he was pretending.

Lin Meng let out a long sigh.

Why didn't I find out that this young man was so yin before?

It's too bad!

"Well...... Forehead...... This doesn't need to be changed for the time being, you write it well, you can put it in our "Little Story Collection", and I'll polish it for you when the time comes. Lin Meng blushed and forced out a paragraph.

In fact, he knew in his heart that if he could polish "Cinderella", he would not be here a long time ago.

"Uh-huh, okay. Meng Zuo nodded, his eyes seemed to show joy, "With your polishing and polishing, my work should be able to barely replace that writer once." If it's okay, I'll go back to work. ”

"No, you wait!" Lin Meng didn't want to let him go now, I wanted to leave just after the pit?

"What's the matter?"

"Well, well, I think you have a lot of potential, if you have the chance, I can arrange a separate place for your work in the magazine, but it depends on whether you write it or not. Lin Meng's words were not a joke, he did have this thought, "That's it...... It depends on whether you can write at this level. ”

"Yes!"

"And how much more can you write?"

"That's not much, a conservative estimate...... It's only a hundred. ”

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