Huaxia Literature Publishing House, Editorial Department.

Huang Weiping, a senior literary editor, hung up the phone, still with a shocked look on his face.

This morning he received a teacher's submission, which also indicated that this was his student's work, and it was just a student, Huang Weiping didn't pay much attention to it at first, but when he opened the manuscript and planned to take a look at it at random, he was shocked by this poem called "Difficult to Walk", how could this be written by an eighteen-year-old boy!

Huang Weiping immediately called Mr. Zhou's contact information, and after repeated confirmation, Mr. Zhou always insisted that it was written by Chu Feng, and left Chu Feng's contact information.

"Could it be that this poem was really written by that student named Chu Feng, it's unlikely......"

Huang Weiping hesitated, and after thinking about it for a while, he walked to the editor-in-chief's office with the manuscript and knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

After Huang Weiping entered, he directly handed the manuscript in his hand to the editor-in-chief Liang Wenhua: "Editor-in-chief Liang, I don't dare to make my own claims about this poem, I still have to ask you to take a look." ”

"Hehe, Xiao Huang, look at your face is wrong, could it be that this manuscript was delivered by a big man?" Liang Wenhua took the manuscript with a smile and teased.

"No, Editor-in-Chief Liang, the author of the manuscript is an eighteen-year-old high school student. ”

Liang Wenhua was stunned for a moment, and said seriously: "Xiao Huang, a manuscript written by an eighteen-year-old student, it's just a joke, and you made a special trip to show me, do you think I'm idle and deliberately find something for me to do?"

"No, Editor-in-Chief Liang, it's useless to say more, you can open the manuscript and read it yourself. ”

Liang Wenhua opened the manuscript paper suspiciously, his eyes scanned it, and then his pupils shrank sharply, which was the same as Huang Weiping's expression when he saw the manuscript before, and even more exaggerated!

"No way, it's definitely not something that a student can write!"

Liang Wenhua was surprised and asserted that even Mr. Han, a well-known poet in the Chinese world, could not write the majestic artistic conception and shock brought to him by this poem "Difficult to Walk".

"Editor-in-chief, I'm worried about that too...... That's why I came to consult you, do you think we are publishing it now or not?" asked Huang Weiping.

Liang Wenhua's fingers kept tapping on the table, and began to fall into deep thought, as the editor-in-chief of experienced Chinese literature, he immediately sensed the complexity of this matter, the reason why Huang Weiping didn't dare to choose, because they didn't believe that this "Difficult to Walk" really came from a student, they suspected that Chu Feng was very likely to steal the manuscript of a certain literary master, if it was published like this, in case that literary master was investigated, they would all suffer.

However, if you hold such an excellent poem in your hand that can even change the future of Huaxia Literature Publishing House and not publish it, this is even more uncomfortable for Liang Wenhua than constipation!

After hesitating, Liang Wenhua took Chu Feng's mobile phone number from Huang Weiping and dialed it: "Hey, hello, is it Mr. Chu Feng?"

"I am, may I ask who you are?" Chu Feng asked.

"That's right, I'm Liang Wenhua, editor-in-chief of Huaxia Literature Publishing House, may I ask if the poem "It's Hard to Walk" was really written by you?"

"Hmm. ”

Chu Feng's calm "um" made Liang Wenhua and Huang Weiping's old faces twitch, and other students would definitely be excited when they received their calls.

At this time, Liang Wenhua suddenly spoke: "Mr. Chu, we think this poem of yours is very good, we plan to open a long-term column for you in the next issue of the journal, but at present, you only have one poem, and it is not suitable to be a column for this issue alone, I wonder if Mr. Chu has any other literary works? ”

When Huang Weiping heard Liang Wenhua's words, he couldn't help but give a thumbs up in his heart, the editor-in-chief is the editor-in-chief, and he really slipped away...... If you can steal one poem, can you still steal the second and third poems? Just to see if Chu Feng can still get it, it is enough to verify whether Chu Feng is a manuscript thief.

Chu Feng laughed in his heart, Liang Wenhua's words are okay to deceive ordinary students, but this can't fool him, but it just so happens that during this time, in order to pay for Chu Xixue's dance, he has lived like an African refugee, and it is not bad to earn some manuscript fees from the publishing house to support his family.

"Well, Editor-in-Chief Liang, I have other works, and I'll email you later. Chu Feng said.

"Okay, Mr. Chu, once your two articles are accepted and published, we will pay your bank card on time at the price of 1,000 yuan per article, plus 50% of the manuscript fee, I hope we can cooperate happily." ”

"Okay. ”

Chu Feng hung up the phone and immediately called out the system, of course he had to open and go to the system at the critical moment, he now wants to write a full-score essay is enough, let alone write a good article that can be seen by the publishing house.

Chu Feng closed his eyes, came to the lottery wheel again, and after specifying the [Elementary Language], the items on the big wheel were refreshed:

【Props】Literati ink pen

【Five-word quatrain】Silent night thoughts

【Black Technology】Poetry and text making machine

One Hundred Years of Solitude

【Props】Literary tips

【Literary Script】The peacock flies southeast

……

The turntable began to spin rapidly...... Then freeze it down!

Prose: "Poetry of Night Rain", Author: Yu Qiuyu.

Sure enough, he drew the article as Chu Feng thought, because after all, it was Chinese, and the poems and songs on the turntable accounted for more than 60%, and this author was also someone Chu Feng didn't know, so he was relieved, presumably it was a literary tycoon from the first space of the earth, Chu Feng directly emailed this prose to Liang Wenhua.

On the other end, Liang Wenhua and Huang Weiping were waiting anxiously, and as soon as Chu Feng sent it, they couldn't wait to click on it and check it.

"Huh, he actually sent an essay this time?"

Liang Wenhua and Huang Weiping had doubts in their hearts, poetry and prose were completely different genres, and they wanted to see what prose Chu Feng could write.

Three minutes later......

Liang Wenhua's face was full of red light, and he was more excited than beating the chicken blood: "Okay, what a "Poetry of Night Rain"! This article is far beyond the general feelings of ordinary authors who think about the rain, on the surface they write about the rain, but in fact they write history, rubbing history between applause, the form is scattered but the spirit is not dispersed, it is definitely a rare good prose!"

Huang Weiping was taken aback by Liang Wenhua's startle, and said weakly: "Editor-in-chief, what are we publishing ...... Or not published?"

"Hair, of course, not only to send, but also to work hard, next issue for Chu Feng to open a column with the best position to publish. ”

Liang Wenhua finished speaking in one breath, and his face became more and more ecstatic: "Great, next we will do our best to keep Chu Feng with us, with his article, our Huaxia Literature Publishing House will definitely be able to turn over and surpass other publishing houses in one fell swoop!"

No wonder Liang Wenhua is so excited, Huaxia Literature Publishing House is just a small publishing house in Huaxia, unlike other big publishing houses that have many famous authors sitting in charge and have been unknown, now with Chu Feng's Dinghaishen needle, as long as he hugs Chu Feng's thighs, Liang Wenhua seems to have seen the rise of Huaxia Literature Publishing House and become the top publishing house in China in one fell swoop!