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Looking at the watch, it was time for dinner, Chenyang got up to wash up and then went downstairs to eat.

on the web.

Fans are excited.

O Yang God!

This is the most awesome, capricious, narcissistic, and hangingly writer they have ever fanned, despised director Ooka, scolded the newspaper, sprayed peers, and pulled hatred in the writer's circle some time ago.

I've seen angry youth, but no one has ever seen this kind of angry youth, when it's literary and artistic, it's angry youth, it's angry when it's angry, it's hard to make a comparison, and it's especially angry.

Where is this Weibo, the typical one is the angry youth special!

One is indignant to the end!

This is very strong!

Weibo update, fans surrounded, many fans' big knives are ready, but at a glance, it is a little blind, because today's Weibo is not a golden sentence, let alone a war declaration poem, but ...... Children, words, stories, things!

"Yang Shen has changed?"

"Why is it a fairy tale?"

"Shouldn't Yang Shen become a writer of Weibo chicken soup fairy tales in the future? ”

"Yang Shen writes chicken soup? This picture is so beautiful that I dare not imagine it. ”

"I haven't heard of the daughter of the agreed Lou SH, has anyone read this story? ”

"I'm going to test the law and poison, brothers and sisters, I'm going!"

"Damn, what do you think upstairs upstairs, Yang Shen's works still need to be tested for poison? Haven't heard of "The Ugly Duckling" and "The Little Match Girl"?

"The poison test is complete, report: highly toxic! Poison point: divided into two chapters, pit daddy~~~"

"Poof! when I didn't say it just now, thank you upstairs, I'll go and see it when it's all out, and I can't stand the torture of the update-"

However, while many readers were cheering and couldn't stand waiting for the update, another group of readers were stunned, especially female readers, who were about to go crazy after reading the first half.

"Hurry up and update, Yang God. ”

"Looking forward to the next ending. ”

"The Little Mermaid must be with the prince, I can't stand it when I see the prince waking up and seeing the princess of the neighboring country, how can that little rob the Little Mermaid of the credit." ”

"I'm going to see a fairy tale like this for the first time!!"

……

Capital Daily.

Publications.

Publication editor Wen Xia is reviewing the submitted manuscripts, and at the same time classifying the approved manuscripts to cater for the newspaper's publication promotion next month.

Drip, drip, drip.

PP came up with the news.

It's the team leader, "Xiao Xia, the newspaper held a meeting just now, and the main body of the next quarter has been clarified, to write about love, now I will send you the task list, you can take a look, this time the direction of the manuscript you reviewed will be in accordance with these." ”

"Okay team leader, got it. Replying to the message, Wen Xia began to browse the documents, and after a few glances, she couldn't help frowning, and at the same time sent a message to the team leader, "Team leader, our publication object this time is also an anthology of fairy tales?"

"Well, the domestic fairy tale market has shrunk sharply recently, and the domestic fairy tales have not been supported, but the foreign fairy tales are very popular, we are the capital city of Inner Mongolia Province, and we are a model newspaper, so we should strengthen support in this regard. ”

Seeing the team leader's reply, Wen Xia frowned even tighter, the domestic fairy tale market is not good, many well-known fairy tale authors have changed careers, and those who stayed have also done a lot of tricks on fairy tales, those works are not fairy tales at all, and the only one who can be called a fairy tale writer is Ding Ning.

There was no reply, Wen Xia clicked on Ding Ning's agent's PP, "Teacher Tang, are you there?"

"What's the matter?"

"Mr. Tang, I am Wen Xia, the editor of the Publishing Department of the Capital Daily, and we have a fairy tale manuscript published next quarter, does Mr. Ding Ning have the time or intention to publish a collection of fairy tales?"

"Thank you Mr. Ding for your trust.

Quotation:

Short story (500-1000 words), 5000 per article.

Medium (1000-3000), 10000/article.

Long-form (3000-10000), buyout: 900,000 / each article.

The above only includes simplified Chinese publishing, and other copyrights are divided, and the sharing quotation is as follows:

1. Electronic copyright: 55 points.

2. Film and television copyright: seven and three points.

3. Voice copyright: **** points.

4. Game copyright: eighty-two points.

5. Exclusive copyright, 55 points. ”

"Sure enough, Mr. Ding Ning is not something that a small editor like me can afford, and it is delusional to use the official account on Weibo to contact Mr. Ding Ning," sighed, Wen Xia replied, "Okay, thank you, Mr. Tang." ”

As soon as he replied, the team leader sent another message, "Xiao Xia, you should pay attention to this matter a little tightly, and you can put the publication of other content first." ”

"Well, okay. ”

In the past, Wen Xia was so sad that he even wanted to die, and the publishing department usually seemed to be very idle, but in fact, there was a weekly recommendation group meeting, and each editor had to recommend one or two books for the tasks assigned by the team leader last week.

Once upon a time, it was stress-free.

But now, Wen Xia had to be in a hurry.

Last week, the book she recommended was selected by the team leader, the publishing contract was signed, and the test in the newspaper was passed, which was originally a good thing, only the author needed to submit the manuscript in separate volumes, but who knows, after publishing two volumes, the author turned out to be too prisoner!

A living eunuch!

She came to look for her several times, and the original author either said that she was sick, or began to complain, saying how poor she was, and she didn't have the extra energy to maintain her writing.

In the end, after talking a few times, the author completely ran away! disappeared without a trace with a few manuscript fees, leaving only a few pages of outline and a big mess for her to clean up!

For this matter, the editor-in-chief talked to her several times, but she couldn't raise her head, there was no way, in order to ensure publication, she had to find a gunman, and wrote eight volumes in a rigid manner, so that the matter was suppressed.

But with this, the team leader has not assigned tasks to herself for three consecutive months, and she can only do some audit and classification work every day, which seems to be idle on the surface, but everyone knows that this is to put her into the cold palace, if there is no performance, she may only be transferred to the logistics department.

"Alas, there is no task and I want to do the task, and when the task comes down, it is a hot potato. Wen Xia put her hands on her cheeks, there was no way, she had to take this task anyway.

Glancing at the mailbox, all of them are rural and urban love style, there is no suitable one, so Wen Xia opened the public mailbox, which is the submission box shared by the editors of the entire capital daily, and the manuscripts in it are very miscellaneous, maybe there will be a good fairy tale.

Fairy tales are now considered unpopular, and Wen Xia has never been exposed to them before, but according to the data, the reader market prefers short fairy tales, of course, it is not excluded that there are about 100,000 words in the middle and long stories.

"My Savage Wife, this is not a fairy tale. ”

"Princess Annie? this book is good," Wen Xia withdrew after looking at it twice, "Damn, it turned out to be a campus youth story, but the writing is not bad, and it should be okay to serialize it in the urban version." ”

"The Adventures of the Prince? isn't it, the name is so girly, it's fantasy, okay, you won. ”

"I Love Me, fork, the name is not a fairy tale. ”

One article, PASS!

Two articles, PASS!

Three, PASS!

Four, five...... PASS！PASS！PASS！

For a whole morning, Wen Xia was about to collapse, when she was an editor in the past, she had never found that the urban fantasy genre was so popular, and now he wanted a fairy tale, but he found it so difficult!

The slap that can be found in the public mailbox can be counted, and the probability of being able to see it is 0!

It's time for lunch.

The editors in the publishing department all stopped to eat, and an older editor came over, "Xiao Xia, do you want to go to dinner?"

"Sister Liu, I ordered takeout. ”

Sister Liu left, Wen Xia also picked up her mobile phone, no matter how worried she was, she couldn't go hungry, so she ordered a takeout, and Wen Xia opened the long Weibo interface on the computer.

Weibo is a self-media platform, and from time to time there will be authors who publish what they have written, but there is no public mailbox, and she wants to try her luck here.

It's another round of investigation, dodging the poisonous chicken soup, flashing the same small. H. Wen, in less than half an hour, Wen Xia felt that he was about to collapse, what is this, can you write a fairy tale seriously!

Collapsed, Wen Xia's eyes suddenly flickered, and in the corner of the latest update, there was a short story that broke two million clicks, "The daughter of the sea?"

Changweibo is a self-media platform, and it doesn't matter if there are thousands of clicks, but there are two million clicks, which is enough to make people pay attention, reading the name, Wen Xia clicked in.

"In the distance of the sea, the water is so blue, like the most beautiful cornflower petals, and at the same time so clear, like the brightest glass.

But it's so deep that no anchor chain can reach it.

To reach the surface from the bottom of the sea, many, many church spires must be joined one after the other.

The people at the bottom of the sea live down here. ”

Laughing, Wen Xia continued to read, this story is not long, at best it is more than 8,000 words, after so many years of editing, 8,000 words will pass in two glances, but now, Wen Xia is reluctant to read it all at once.

Because the beginning is so beautiful, like a beautiful picture.

One-minute, two-minute, three-minute...... A full five minutes passed, and Wen Xia came back to his senses from the story, repeatedly comparing the above classification and the content of the text, "This...... This is a fairy tale? No, this should be a love story, the little mermaid falls in love with the prince, and the prince falls in love with the princess of the neighboring country by mistake, this is the plot of the dog's blood love triangle. ”

Flipping through the comments below, readers are yelling for the ending one by one.

"Huh, this comment," Wen Xia muttered word for word as he hovered over one of the popular comments, "Chenyang's fairy tale is really worthy of its name, Chenyang? ”

Thinking about it, Wen Xia clicked on Chenyang's microbroadcast, checked the information, and swept his eyes, Wen Xia snapped his fingers confidently, and said with a sly smile, "G City people, the column editor of the Children's Daily, it's all right, hey, that's easy to do!"