Several employees of the Yellow River Literature and Art Publishing House discovered a strange thing today, it was almost twelve o'clock, if it was as usual, the editor-in-chief Jiang Dongliu would have come out of the office and rushed to the cafeteria, but today I don't know what happened, since I entered the office, I haven't come out. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Several editors were a little worried, and Shao Yanqiu, a young female editor with a freckled face, was worried: "Teacher Jiang, why is something wrong today! Nothing will happen, right?"

Gao Zhangu, who is thin and tall, with long hair and gold-rimmed glasses, said with a smile: "Don't be suspicious, Mr. Jiang was fine when he had a meeting today, where is there something?" I guess I should be too tired from the reviewer and fell asleep!"

He Chunsheng, who was short and chubby next to him, was in a hurry, "What do you want to do that? It's lunch time, call Lao Jiang out to eat!"

He Chunsheng is old and old, and he has been a colleague with Jiang Dongliu for many years, so he doesn't need to speculate like young editors, so he walked directly to Jiang Dongliu's office door, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, "Lao Jiang, come out for dinner!"

He knocked twice and pushed the door open and walked in.

"He, you're here!"

Jiang Dongliu, who was sitting at the desk, took his eyes off the computer and looked up at He Chunsheng, "Come on, come on, come and take a look at this manuscript!"

His face was slightly red, his tone was excited, and he stood up and rubbed his hands, "I want to discuss with the president, this book must be vigorously promoted, and this quarter's main recommendation is it!"

He Chunsheng was overjoyed when he saw him, and couldn't help but be a little confused, "Lao Jiang, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Dongliu waved his hand and said, "I'm fine!

He said to He Chunsheng: "You, look at this manuscript on my computer! Can you make this book the main book of this quarter?"

He Chunsheng smiled and said, "Lao Jiang, what are you kidding? Haven't all the main books of our publishing house been decided? Mr. Bai Qingyan has already made an agreement with our president. ”

However, he saw that Jiang Dongliu must have a reason for saying this, so he sat down in front of the computer and took a closer look.

At this time, the novel in the computer document had been partially dragged by Jiang Dongliu, and He Chunsheng dragged the document to the beginning from the beginning, and the name of the novel appeared in front of his eyes.

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes?"

He Chunsheng couldn't help but read these names out loud, "What kind of story is this? myths and legends, historical stories?"

Jiang Dongliu said: "I won't tell you first, you can see for yourself!"

He Chunsheng scolded with a smile: "Pretend to be a ghost!"

But having said that, he kept watching.

In the first chapter of this novel, the wind and snow are shocking, and just like this, a sentence appears in front of his eyes: "The Qiantang River is mighty and the river is endlessly bypassing the side of Niujia Village in Lin'an day and night, and flows into the sea in the east." There are dozens of black cypress trees in a row on the riverside, and the leaves are as red as fire, and it is the time of August.

The weeds in front of the village and behind the village have just begun to turn yellow, and under the reflection of the slanting sun, it has become a little more depressed. Under two large pine trees gathered a group of villagers, men and women and a dozen children, listening intently to a thin old man. The speaker was in his fifties, and a green cloth robe had faded to blue-gray after a long wash. I only heard him touch the two pear blossom planks a few times, and the bamboo stick in his left hand beat on a small drum continuously. Singing: "The little peach has no owner and blooms, and the tobacco is vast with evening crows." Several ruined wells have always been people's ......

"Huh, this person's writing skills are very deep!"

When he saw the poem "Little Peach Blossoms Without Flowers", He Chunsheng's eyes lit up, "This poem is catchy, why haven't I seen it, is it written by this author himself?"

He muttered to himself, "This poem is good, but I don't know how the story is written." ”

He said in his mouth, but his eyes never left the computer screen for a moment, and after a long time, He Chun's business was still unfinished, and he looked at Jiang Dongliu excitedly, "Lao Jiang, can martial arts novels still be written like this?"

He stood up and praised, "I have also read a lot of martial arts works, but they are all written by people who sleep together, one man and several women, plus any martial arts cheats, they are all a routine, and if you read too much, you will get tired of it, which is also where martial arts novels are criticized." ”

He Chunsheng was amazed, "This book is different! Although I have only read three chapters, the pattern is big and the courage is not comparable to today's martial arts novels." ”

Seeing him say this, Jiang Dongliu said with a smile: "The plot is one thing, and the key writing is good, although it is just a flat and direct narrative, it is all a white drawing technique, feasible text and sentence arrangement, and it is extremely smooth, even if the extremely plain things are written by him, it can also make people look at it with relish and can't stop." ”

He said to He Chunsheng: "This writing skill is incredible!"

After the two of them said a few words, they glanced at each other, and He Chunsheng said: "I think your proposal just now is feasible, this book definitely has a future!"

Jiang Dongliu said: "Okay, let's go to the president together, and try to let him vigorously promote this book!"

He Chunsheng said: "What about Mr. Bai Qingyan's book?"

Jiang Dongliu said: "It's a big deal to publicize it at the same time!"

He Chunsheng said: "The resources are divided equally, I'm afraid Mr. Bai will be unhappy." ”

Jiang Dongliu said: "Then let him finish reading this book before talking!"

The two chatted for a while, and then walked out of the office together.

A few employees outside the door who were watching the excitement saw the two of them walking out with excited faces, and they all secretly wondered, "Teacher Jiang and Teacher He are usually so steady, what's going on today? ”

"Hey, Lao Jiang, which well-known author is this Guo Dalu? Why have I never heard of it!"

Since He Chunsheng left the computer, he has been thinking about the name "Guo Dalu" in his mind, but after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't think of any useful information, "It is said that the author of this kind of writing is rare in the circle!"

Jiang Dongliu heard He Chunsheng's inquiry, and an extremely strange expression appeared on his face, "That, hehe, this author is a newcomer!"

"Newcomer? Is it the first time to write a book? Are you familiar with him?"

The strange feeling on Jiang Dongliu's face became more and more obvious, "It's not just familiar, it's just every day!"

He Chunsheng was overjoyed, "Then you want to introduce me to him, which university did this gentleman graduate from? Is he a domestic university or a famous foreign university? Is he engaged in literature and history research? Where does he work now? A civil servant or a professor?"

In He Chunsheng's heart, a person who can have this kind of writing must be a well-educated person, if he has no literary background, it is impossible to have such a thick and concise writing.

This is something that only people with hills and valleys in their hearts and splendid bellies in their bellies can write about.

That's why he guessed that this "Guo Dalu" must have graduated from a certain university and must have a stable job.

Speaking of which, can a person with such writing and talent still find a decent job?

Jiang Dongliu looked at the eager expression on his face, and he didn't know how to tell Guo Dalu's identity for a while.

After pondering for a moment, he said to He Chunsheng: "This Guo Dalu is neither a civil servant nor an expert professor. ”

He Chunsheng asked, "What is that?"

Jiang Dongliu's mouth opened a few times and squeezed out a few words.

"He's just a pork vendor in the wet market!"

"What?"

He Chunsheng's eyes bulged, "What are you kidding!"