Wu Xiaotian had just finished sending text messages with Hu Yidao, and before he could put his hands on the keyboard, the mobile phone rang again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This time, it was Wu Xiaotian's usual mobile phone, and the person who called him was Hu Yidao.

Wu Xiaotian picked up his mobile phone, came out of the office, picked it up, and said with a smile: "Hey, Brother Hu, are you still in Xingbei City?

Hu Yidao also said with a smile: "It's no longer in Xingbei, next time." ”

Wu Xiaotian said: "Okay, okay." ”

Hu Yidao asked: "Brother Xiaobei, I called here this time to ask you something, did you call me last night and ask me about anonymously submitting to participate in the competition." ”

Wu Xiaotian didn't hide it, and said admittedly: "Yes, I have asked a friend." ”

When Hu Yidao heard that this was indeed the case, he immediately asked: "Brother Xiaobei, where is your friend from, has he already sent me a novel here?"

Hearing Hu Yidao's question, Wu Xiaotian naturally refused to tell the truth, and he deliberately disturbed his vision and said: "Ah, did someone send it over there?" However, I haven't told him yet, and he didn't say that he was sure to write a novel before, but only said that he would ask, and if he did, I would also help him submit it. ”

Hu Yidao was a little dizzy when he heard it, according to Xiaobei's words, this "Jingu" is not the person Xiaobei knows at all, so who is this person?

"Brother Hu, Brother Hu, did anyone over there vote like this?" Wu Xiaotian asked when he heard that there was no sound on the other end of the phone.

"Hey, yes, I thought it was your friend!"

"Certainly not my friend's. Wu Xiaotian said on his lips, but in his heart he was thinking that I actually voted for it myself.

Hu Yidao reacted at this time and said: "It's okay, Brother Xiaobei, when will your "Smiling Proud Jianghu" be able to give me, tomorrow is the new issue of "New Wave Magazine", you send it, I will give you a copy as soon as possible, so that there are as many serialized parts as possible." ”

Wu Xiaotian smiled slightly, in order not to arouse suspicion, he first sent the novel "The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng" to Hu Yidao, so "Smiling Proud Jianghu" written by him has not been sent out.

Now, when he heard Hu Yidao's question, he said with a smile: "Don't worry, Brother Hu, I have already written it here, and I have just read it again, and I will send it to you after the call." ”

Hu Yidao laughed and said, "Okay, then I'll arrange it here." ”

"Well, okay!" Wu Xiaotian said with a smile.

Hanging up the phone, Wu Xiaotian returned to the office and sent the first 30,000 words of "Smiling Proud Jianghu" that had been prepared for a long time.

Not long after, he received a message from Hu Yidao, saying that he had received it.

Wu Xiaotian put down his mobile phone, threw away the distractions in his heart, and continued to start his great business of code words.

This code word reached the realm of selflessness, and it was not until five o'clock in the afternoon that Wu Xiaotian was pulled back to reality by the ringtone of his mobile phone.

He took the phone and looked at it, it was still Hu Yidao, and picked it up: "Brother Hu." ”

Hu Yidao said: "Brother Xiaobei, I did something here, and without your consent, I reported your name first." ”

Wu Xiaotian was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise: "What is the registration?"

Hu Yidao said embarrassedly: "Isn't one of the ratings in the Huaxia Literature Grand Prix an online vote? Now the organizing committee of the contest has set up this voting website, and they asked the New Wave Publishing House for the author, and I didn't have time to inform you, so I will sign you up first." ”

"Haha......" Wu Xiaotian laughed and said: "This, this is fine, I was originally going to participate in the competition, it would be better for you to help with these things, by the way, what is the address of that voting website? ”

Hu Yidao also breathed a sigh of relief, and he immediately said: "Okay, you wait, I'll send you an address, now your name is already on it, you can vote." ”

Wu Xiaotian soon received the address from Hu Yidao, he clicked on the URL and entered the page.

The first thing he looked at was the rules of online voting.

The previous ones are pretty much the same, they are all under the constraints of national laws and regulations, and they must not violate national laws and the like.

The latter one aroused Wu Xiaotian's interest, which read: In order to ensure the fairness and fairness of voting, everyone is required to register with an ID card, and then each ID card can only vote once, and no more votes are allowed.

This voting rule made Wu Xiaotian a little surprised, because as soon as this rule came out, it largely eliminated the possibility of swiping votes and ensured the fairness of voting to the greatest extent.

But in this way, it also has a consequence, that is, some readers like several novels at the same time, so he has to pick his favorite step novel from these novels, and then vote for it, which is bound to add a lot of trouble to many people with tangled disorders.

However, Wu Xiaotian also saw from this rule that for this Chinese Literature Grand Prix, the Chinese government, the Chinese Artists Association and other institutions, they are really here and really want to make this contest a classic.

After reading these rules, Wu Xiaotian looked at the specific candidates and entries below.

Some of the names were familiar to him.

For example, this Huang Longyu, vice president of the Xingbei Artists Association, once had a holiday with Wu Xiaotian, but then it was gone, even if there were one or two occasional encounters, he still smiled and nodded, although they met with a smile and a grudge.

There is also this Mu Juechen, who is a veteran martial arts novel writer, his works, after Wu Xiaotian came to this world, he also admired his name for a long time, before he wrote the novel, in order to know the style of martial arts novels in this world, he also specially read several of his works, although they were all jumped to read, but the plot and language in it made Wu Xiaotian a little admired.

And then there is this Meng Yao, as soon as she hears it, she is a girl's name, and she herself is indeed a girl, about thirty years old.

Meng Yao has been writing martial arts novels since her college days, from unknown to famous in China, she only spent the time of a novel, and the effort was about three months, which is not much worse than Wu Xiaotian's speed, her martial arts novels are known for their poignant and tactful style, and are known as a new generation of beautiful writers.

The more Wu Xiaotian looked at it, the more pressure he felt in his heart, it seemed that this game was not easy.

He then looked down and soon saw his name, and the column of the entry read "Smiling Proud Jianghu".

For his own information, Wu Xiaotian naturally took a few more looks, and he saw the number of votes below, 280 votes.

The website has only been opened for such a short time, and someone has voted for me, and Wu Xiaotian was a little proud at first.

However, when he looked at the votes of the martial arts authors again, he couldn't laugh. (To be continued.) )