"Huang Yifan, when did you read the math question bank for the high school entrance examination, why didn't I find it?"

Ten minutes between classes, Zhang Huiping, who was at the same table, asked weakly.

"This, I usually study hard when I go home, and it's normal that you don't see it. ”

"I don't believe it, you don't take it seriously when you go to class, but you will be serious after class?"

"Well, since you've seen through it, I'll tell you the truth. ”

Pretending to be extremely serious, Huang Yifan put his face in front of Zhang Huiping, "If I say that I am a genius, do you believe it?"

"Letter. ”

Almost without any hesitation, Zhang Huiping actually nodded, "I believe it." ”

"Ah...... You, you believe it. ”

This made Huang Yifan a little embarrassed, oh my God, this sister paper is too naïve, I believe it.

"This, this, I said Zhang Huiping, why do you believe it, don't you hesitate? Okay, in fact, the truth is what I said in class, I read this question at home. That's why I'll do it. ”

"Really?"

"Of course, when did I lie to you. ”

"So, what does that ghost story say?"

"Which one?"

"Don't play stupid, just talk fast. ”

"Oh, what's wrong with that ghost story?"

Huang Yifan has some weakness.

"I went home and looked it up on the Internet, and the ghost story you wrote was not available on the Internet. In other words, that ghost story was really written by you. ”

"That's what you're talking about, silly girl, the Internet is online, and if you don't have it online, doesn't it mean that you don't have it in reality. There are a lot of things in reality that are not available on the Internet. Like some articles written in magazines, it is impossible to have excerpts on the Internet, right? Don't think about that ghost story, it's a story I saw in a magazine before, and I copied it to lie to you. ”

"Lie to me again. ”

Seeing that Huang Yifan was killed and didn't admit it, Zhang Huiping turned her head and ignored Huang Yifan.

……

Talk in the middle of the night.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the situation has been very serious lately. As far as I know, the suspense world has poached Zhang Yun, a master of suspense in the publishing industry, to their magazine, ready to launch a serialized suspense novel. About next month, Zhang Yun's new work will be officially serialized in the suspense world. It's a lot of pressure on us, and besides, others such as Thriller Weekly, Paranormal No. 1...... and other magazines, and also raised the manuscript fee standard for supernatural magazines. What do you think about that?"

Talking about the editorial room in the middle of the night, editor-in-chief Zhou Qing said at the meeting of the upcoming 300th issue of the weekly magazine in the middle of the night.

"Editor-in-chief, then we also increase the author's manuscript fee, or, can't we just dig up a few more powerful authors?"

Editor Yang Feng gave his own suggestions.

"Yang Feng, it's not like you don't know, the funds given to us by the top are limited, how can we have the money to dig up the author. Besides, our manuscript fee standards are already very high. If I agree with it, the finance department won't approve it. Moreover, if there is a price war, we can't afford to talk about it in the middle of the night. As soon as we go to war, we lose as soon as we fight. ”

"But the problem is that these magazines are fighting a price war with us right now. The suspense world will not talk about Zhang Yun here, I am afraid that the price of digging Zhang Yun will be a sky-high price. However, even other magazines have raised their fees. If we don't follow the action, how can we keep up with them?"

Yang Feng dripped-down from time to time in his heart.

I want the horses to run, and I want the horses not to eat grass, where is this kind of good thing.

"Let's not talk about this for now, I just want to ask you if you have found any good manuscripts recently. If there is, let's try to focus on it and see if we can get results. ”

Editor-in-chief Zhou Qing was also a little embarrassed. In fact, this kind of problem related to the operation of the magazine obviously has nothing to do with some of them, the editors. Besides, the midnight talk is really embarrassing now. If you want an author, you don't have an author, and you don't have money if you want money. If it weren't for the readers who have been accumulating over the years, the midnight talk would have been closed long ago.

"The editor-in-chief, the industry's outstanding supernatural authors, most of them have gone to the world of suspense. Only some of the old authors we have accumulated will occasionally send them to us. But even so. These old writers also switched to us after being rejected by other magazines. ”

Lin Hao, another editor with more senior qualifications, opened his mouth to take over, "However, editor-in-chief." In this issue, I also used my personal connections to pull in a veteran paranormal writer March, whose works are very good, and I plan to apply for the magazine to focus on it. ”

"Oh, March, this is the supernatural power that was on an equal footing with Zhang Yun back then. ”

Hearing March, editor-in-chief Zhou Qing's eyes lit up.

"Yes, March was also the number one person who wrote about the supernatural. It's a pity that he later transformed to write martial arts, but it turned out to be a mess. I guess I've figured it out now, and I'll come back to writing about the supernatural. ”

"Senior Brother Lin, how long has it been since you wrote about the supernatural in that March?"

Dong Xiaoyu, an intern editor who has not spoken, asked.

"It's been almost 10 years. ”

"10 years, so long?"

Dong Xiaoyu was a little surprised, "I haven't written for 10 years, this time I came out again, and my pen power should not be as good as before." ”

It's just that Dong Xiaoyu's words angered Lin Hao a little.

"What does the little girl know, when you became famous in the supernatural world in March of that year, it is estimated that you were still in elementary school. ”

Glaring at the herbal tea, Lin Hao explained again, "Although I haven't written about the supernatural for so long in March, it is certain that my pen power has regressed. But in the end, it was a supernatural master who was as famous as Zhang Yun back then, and the level was still there. Moreover, now that we are talking in the middle of the night, there are really few characters who can do it. I've also been begging for March for a long time, and if it weren't for my face, March wouldn't have been able to come to us to write. ”

"Well, Lin Hao is right. No matter what the pen power is this March, but the name can still be beaten. The 300th issue is so decided, and the focus will be on March to see how it goes. ”

The editor-in-chief felt that Lin Hao had a point, so he decided. Then, he looked at Dong Xiaoyu in the corner.

"Xiaoyu, how about coming to the magazine recently, hehe, let a girl review the novel of the supernatural, no wonder it's hard for you. ”

Dong Xiaoyu had just graduated from university and applied to become an intern editor at Midnight Talk.

However, Dong Xiaoyu is just her name, and when she received the manuscript to the outside world, her name was herbal tea.

Herbal tea doesn't mean much, it's just that Dong Xiaoyu likes to drink herbal tea. Moreover, the name herbal tea is also relatively easy to remember.

"Thank you editor-in-chief for your concern, I have loved reading these story magazines since I was a child. I just hate that I can't write well without good writing, but being able to come to the magazine as an editor can be regarded as fulfilling my dream. ”

"Hehe, Xiaoyu, you don't have to be discouraged. It doesn't matter if you don't have a good writing, the important thing is that you just need to review the book. ”

"By the way, Xiaoyu, have you received any manuscripts recently? ”

Editor-in-chief Zhou Qing asked Dong Xiaoyu a few questions with a leader-style concern.

"Back to the editor-in-chief, I did receive a few manuscripts in the last few days. However, I don't know the bottom of my heart, and the price given is also the company's lowest price of 50 thousand words. However, editor-in-chief, rest assured, I will definitely read more manuscripts, receive more manuscripts, and strive to receive more excellent manuscripts. ”

"Well, yes, it's good to have that mentality. However, Xiaoyu, I have to tell you too. Well, you have to let go of some of this. 50 words per 1,000 words should be collected, 100 words per 1,000 words should be collected, and even 500 words per 1,000 words can also be collected. Although our magazine is relatively tight, in any case, there is still money for receiving articles, so don't worry too much. Be bold and take it, as long as you think it's good, you can take it. It's okay if it's more expensive, the key is that you can discern which stories are well-written, which ones are more engaging, and which ones are more commercially valuable. ”

"Thank you, editor-in-chief. ”

"No thanks, I hope you can learn more in the past few months. Ladies and gentlemen, this concludes today's meeting. ”

Closing the meeting book, editor-in-chief Zhou Qing announced the adjournment of the meeting.

At the same time, the 300th issue of Midnight Talk magazine was officially launched.

Among them, Dong Xiaoyu's article about the biting ghost of Zhai is also among them.

However, because Dong Xiaoyu is not too sure about this ghost-biting article, and it is a newcomer's manuscript, he is not famous at all. In addition, it is also a short story. Therefore, this article on the bite of the ghost is also placed at the very end, and it is also the most inconspicuous position.