Deng Zheng chose "Autumn Rain Literature and Art Publishing House".

This publishing house is not too famous, but the brand is very old, and the reputation is relatively hard.

It mainly publishes modern and contemporary literary works, supplemented by ancient literature and foreign literature.

Deng Zheng did a cursory investigation and found that the editing level of this publishing house is good, especially in the field of modern and contemporary popular literature publishing and distribution, and it has made some achievements. A series of books released in recent years are often frequent visitors to the best-seller list, and there is also a precedent for publishing "chivalrous novels".

Of course, the most important reason is that this publishing house is the closest, not to mention saving travel expenses, which is convenient for direct door-to-door submission and shortens the period of getting money.

After a 20-minute bus, Deng Zheng came to the office building where the "Autumn Rain Literature and Art Publishing House" is located.

The five-story small old building, red bricks and moss, has a very classical charm.

Not to mention anything else, at least the first impression of this office address on Deng Zheng is very good, like a place for literary and artistic work.

After a brief registration at the doorman, Deng Zheng went directly to the third floor.

People come and go in the office area, it is a little noisy than expected, Deng Zheng came to the publishing house for the first time in his previous life and this life, thinking that it should be like this, and he didn't care. I walked directly to the innermost "Topic Selection Planning Department".

"Hello sir, who are you looking for?"

As the comprehensive editorial department of the publishing house, the "Topic Selection and Planning Department" is the first key department, which not only has an independent office area, but also has a special reception desk. As soon as Deng Zheng found the sign of "Topic Selection and Planning Department" and got a little closer, he was politely stopped by a receptionist in his twenties.

"Hello, I'm here to contribute. ”

Deng Zheng raised the printed manuscript in his hand and got straight to the point.

"Contribution?"

The front desk lady looked him up and down, and when she saw that he was too young, she didn't trust him a little, thinking that he was another young man living in his dreams.

In addition, in the past two days, the publishing house is being acquired by the Northern Media Group, from the editor-in-chief to the small worker, people from top to bottom are panicking, and yesterday the editor-in-chief scolded for a trivial matter, dropped two flower pots, and didn't want to pay much attention to this stubble.

In case he hastily introduced it, the editor-in-chief was unhappy, and this young man's writing was of no quality, and he was scolded for his head and face, who would he talk to about him? If he didn't get it, he would even lose his job.

Fortunately, I saw that Deng Zheng was sunny and handsome, with a good temperament, and his attitude was quite tactful:

"Sir, have you contacted the editor-in-chief or any other editors beforehand?"

"Nope. I just wrote it, and I went straight to your publishing house. What, it's inconvenient?"

"I'm sorry, sir, yes, there have been some business adjustments in the club in recent days, and the editorial department may be busy. If you want to submit, can you come back a few days later?"

Deng Zheng raised his head, looked through the soundproof glass door, and glanced into the office area of the "Topic Selection and Planning Department", and found how busy it was.

I understood in my heart that the receptionist saw that he was too young and felt that he must not be level enough, so he passed himself directly at this door without waiting for the editor to read the manuscript.

"Just today. Read a draft, soon. I can wait. ”

"Whatever. You can sit on this side of the lounge area for a while. There is a water dispenser next to it. ”

The front desk lady saw that he was obsessed, so she lost her patience, and after saying it lightly, she lowered her head and buckled her mobile phone directly.

Deng Zheng was not angry, turned around and went to the water dispenser to get a glass of water, and then sat down on the sofa in the reception area.

When the front desk lady saw it, she simply rolled her eyes and turned her head away, out of sight and out of mind.

While waiting, Deng Zheng was not idle, thinking in his heart what to say when he met the editor who came out and walked around, if the other party was interested, what kind of price should be more appropriate, how much to share, and how much to buy......

Half an hour passed quickly, and for some reason, not a single editor walked out of the glass door of the office area.

Deng Zheng had already drunk three glasses of water, felt a little impatient, and also had some defecation, put down the manuscript, got up and went to the bathroom adjacent to the rest area.

When the bathroom came out, he decided not to wait any longer, there was nothing lacking in the capital, and the publishing houses with higher qualifications were even more grasped, but it was just a little more fare and time.

When I raised my head, I found that there was one more person in the rest area, thirty-five or sixteen years old, in a suit and leather shoes, not tall, and very rich. He was sitting in the place where he had been sitting, holding the manuscript he had placed on the table.

Deng Zheng has a good memory, this person is not any of those people in the previous "topic selection and planning department", that is, he is not the editor of this publishing house.

The brow furrowed instantly, the act of stealing ideas in the literary field was as commonplace, and unsigned manuscripts were not casually shown to non-professionals.

The reason why he was relieved to put the manuscript on the table was that the bathroom was next to the rest area, and he would come out quickly after putting it away, and second, he thought that as a reception lady in front of the comprehensive editorial department of a professional publishing house, he should still have some common sense to not let anyone who is not an editor touch the manuscript of the contributor.

glaring angrily at the front desk reception, who had no action and no professionalism at all, Deng Zheng strode over, and without talking nonsense, he dragged the manuscript in the hand of the middle-aged man in a suit.

"What are you doing?"

Who knows, not only did this drag not come over, the middle-aged man in the suit protected the manuscript with both hands, and directly hugged it in his arms without saying anything, and he was like a child who was about to be robbed of candy, blushing and running up, and shouted at Deng Zheng.

Deng Zheng didn't expect the other party to react violently, he was a little stunned for a moment, but after being stunned, he was furious, what's the matter, it doesn't count as a peek, and he grabbed it directly!

The birthday boy eats arsenic, he thinks his life is long, and you dare to grab the first thing in the martial arts routine?

Rolled up his sleeves and was about to put it on, but the middle-aged man in the suit opposite reacted quickly, pointed at Deng Zheng, and said with a puzzled face: "Wait, this manuscript, is it yours?"

"Nonsense. It won't be yours!" replied angrily.

"It's really yours! Jin Liang is your pen name? This book was written by yourself?" said the middle-aged man in a suit, his expression full of unbelievability and incredulity.

"I wrote it. Deng Zheng said word by word, and after saying it coldly, he stretched out his hand, "Can you take it?"

The pen name "Jin Liang" is that he took one word from the pen names of "Jin Yong" and "Liang Yusheng" and integrated them into one.

In his opinion, although the works of these two people have different characteristics, the overall style is still the same, and they can be regarded as historical martial arts.

After Deng Zheng confessed, the middle-aged man in the suit stopped talking.

looked at Deng Zheng with round eyes, and that look was not only like seeing a sow on a tree, but also like seeing a beautiful woman who looked forward to the gods flying over the country and the city, standing in front of a pile of gold mountains......

He was completely blown away!

He himself is a senior lover of "chivalrous novels", not to mention the master-level Heqin student, a must-have on the desk of the "Blood Trilogy". is the work of many other writers who are not in the stream, as long as it is a "chivalrous novel", he used to pay for it to read. No way, the length is too short, and the personal needs are too great, so it's not enjoyable at all.

After seeing too much and having a high level of appreciation, I feel that the general works can't get into the eyes of the law and can't scratch the itch.

Up to now, only a few people such as Heqin Sheng can barely read the books.

Today, he originally came to send a relative's child here for an internship, and when he had nothing to do, he walked here to sit for a while, and saw the printed manuscript on the table at a glance.

Huh?

This name is extraordinary, at least it is much stronger than the popular bloody this, bloody one, or Zhang San's revenge, Li Si's fight in the ring, which is refreshing!

The pen name is "Jin Liang", I haven't heard of it, it seems to be a newcomer, or a newcomer, although the writing is not sophisticated, the structure is not mature, but often there will be good new ideas!

Suddenly the interest increased, picked up the manuscript and turned to the first page, the eye is the word "wedge", and then look back at the subtitle "Horse herding Hu Bian lonely minister blood exhausted, whip back to the homeland chivalrous heartbreak", suddenly the eyes lit up, the heart of the pair of neat and neat, the writing is not bad!

Hurry down and start with a routine frontispiece:

The independence is boundless, and the enmity is a case of fuyunyan, and there are no remnants of the broken wild.

Mo Daoping's trail follows the passing water, and the shadow of the hero will always be in the heart, who will pass on this central matter.

――Dispatch "Huanxi Sha"

"Good guy, it's a bit of a Tao! Just looking at this writing, at least it's no worse than that of Heqin Sheng. He sighed, and his body, which was lazily nested in the sofa, also sat up straight in an instant.

The cold blows the horn, outside the Yanmen Pass, and the wind rolls up the dusk.

This is the first sentence of the text of the wedge of "Ping's Tracer Film", and after admiring this sentence with emotion, then he only stared wide-eyed, but he couldn't make a sound anymore.

The wedge of "Ping's Tracer Film" is about 15,000 words.

With beautiful, rigorous and natural, unpretentious prose, a tense and suffocating chase and fight is cleverly explained in the background of the whole book.

During the orthodox years of the Ming Dynasty, the declining Mongolia revived, rising in the northwest, especially the Warat tribe was the most powerful, and invaded south year by year, and had reached the SX Yanmen Pass.

Yun Jing, the minister of the Ming Dynasty who sent the envoy to Wara, was detained in the bitter cold land of the extreme north to herd horses for 20 years, and was tortured, and finally escaped back to Yanmen Pass with his seven-year-old granddaughter Yun Lei, but his son Yun Cheng was seriously injured and fell off the cliff when resisting the pursuers, and he was poisoned to death by the Ming emperor.

On his deathbed, he asked the knight Xie Tianhua to be Gu, and asked the blood letter to ask Yun Lei to take revenge on Zhang Zongzhou, the right prime minister of Wara, who had detained him, when he grew up......

For the middle-aged man in a suit who is accustomed to the so-called "chivalrous novels" of the narrow pattern of small vendettas in the rivers and lakes, darts masters, and battles in the ring, the grand and thick turbulent picture scroll shown in the book "Pingxia Film" in front of him has never been seen or heard of!

made him instantly like a native of a mountain village, suddenly broke into the big SH, and was directly thrown to the Bund to watch the night view, and was directly shocked!