Although the bento made by his wife was delicious, Wang Baokang had no appetite at all.

His eyes were fixed on the manuscript of "Teacher in Township 3 Village" on the computer screen, and his heart was full of regret.

He is very optimistic about the novel "The Country Teacher", which is definitely the best novel he has encountered during his years as an editor.

In a short space, it depicts a grand cosmology and a life that can be sung and cried, and the meaning is also very profound, which brings great shock to people after reading.

This kind of novel belongs to the range that can be encountered, and people really don't know if it is a blessing that they have spent several lifetimes cultivating to be able to vote for "Science Fiction Literature", but that idiot editor-in-chief actually asked for revision!

As a result, the author refused, seeing a good work slipping through his fingers, it is strange that Wang Baokang is not depressed!

A few colleagues next to him were happily talking about something, as if they were talking about a certain novel. Wang Baokang glanced at it, thinking that the magazine is like this, aren't you worried at all?

Back then, "Science Fiction Literature" was a smash hit, and it could be regarded as one of the top two publications in the science fiction circle, with a circulation of more than 300,000 copies in its heyday.

At that time, almost every high school and junior high school class had at least one copy of "Science Fiction Literature", and after each issue was released, the magazine received letters like snowflakes.

Wang Baokang still remembers that when he first became an editor, the letters were packed in sacks.

Now, although the magazine is selling well, it is largely maintained by the buying inertia of readers. There are far fewer letters from readers, not to mention sacks, and even plastic bags are not enough.

Looking at other magazines, "Science Fiction King" has sprung up, "Science Fiction" has unlimited scenery, and its circulation is rising, only "Science Fiction Literature" always thinks about the scenery of the year, and does not find that he is walking into a dead end.

In fact, the reason for the decline of "Science Fiction Literature" is also very simple, that is, because of a editor-in-chief who does not understand science fiction or literature at all.

This editor-in-chief used to be a small leader of the Meteorological Bureau, and somehow he couldn't get along and came to the magazine.

It is always a tragedy for a layman to lead an insider, and as soon as the editor-in-chief arrived, he was full of enthusiasm to reform, but how did he change it?

The editor-in-chief felt that the author was useless, and the painter was useless. Even though I've already paid for a copy editor and an art editor, don't I just get paid and don't work?

In the future, I don't need to ask for manuscripts at all, and let the copy editor write the novel, and let the art editor do the cover and illustration, so as not to just read the manuscript all day and do nothing.

The first time I heard the editor-in-chief say this at a meeting, everyone thought that the editor-in-chief was joking, but after figuring out whether it was a joke or not, the expressions on everyone's faces could not be described even by the best writers in the world!

As for the other reforms, it is even more outrageous.

What cover is not too good, just replace it with a beautiful photo of a beautiful woman with a landscape photo.

It's useless to have so good paper in a magazine, and you can give everyone more bonuses with a low quality control cost.

What should be aimed at the middle school student market, each issue takes out ten pages to publish the contributions of middle school students, and even the rejection must be published for everyone to see.

Wang Baokang really wanted to scold.

We are "science fiction literature", not a wall calendar in a country fair!

We are "science fiction literature", not toilet paper to wipe your ass!

We are "Science Fiction Literature", not "Selected Essays for Primary and Secondary School Students"!

If murder had not been illegal, Wang Baokang would have strangled the editor-in-chief to death long ago.

However, this is a legal society, and the editor-in-chief holds the power of life and death of the magazine, and although the editors desperately resist, they also have to make some compromises.

As a result, the sales of "Science Fiction Literature" are getting lower and lower, and the atmosphere of the entire magazine has become lifeless, and it seems that everyone is messing around.

This time, the reason for the rejection of "Country Teacher" is simply ridiculous, but Wang Baokang can't do anything.

He looked around and felt that this place was like an iron house, and the oxygen in it was being drained little by little, and everyone was waiting to die.

Those colleagues chatted for a while and then went out to eat, Wang Baokang ate a few bites randomly, and his favorite meal on weekdays felt tasteless and could only be thrown aside.

He got up to go to the bathroom and returned to find a magazine on his colleague's desk.

"That's what they're talking about?" Wang Baokang picked up the magazine casually.

Seeing the two treasure knives on the cover, Wang Baokang was also interested.

I have read a lot of imaginative science fiction novels, and occasionally Wang Baokang will read some other types of novels to change his brain, thinking that he has not read martial arts novels for a long time, he just flips through the pages.

The text of "Mandarin Duck Knife" is very smooth, the story is also funny, Wang Baokang's depressed mood gradually eased as the story progressed, and he was even involuntarily amused.

"Hehe, the characters of the Taiyue Four Heroes are quite interesting, and no one seems to have written this in previous martial arts novels." Wang Baokang muttered to himself.

The novel has a total of more than 330,000 words, and I read it quickly.

Wang Baokang watched it very happily, especially the secret of "the invincible benevolent" in the end, which made him laugh, and he even felt a little unfinished.

"I've read "Martial Arts Weekly" before, and it doesn't seem to sell very well, but this story is not bad. The author also doesn't know who it is? Wang Baokang thought so, and turned to the front to see the author's name.

He was stunned when he saw it, and thought he was dazzled, so he rubbed his eyes and looked at it again.

"Fly by the clouds."

That's right, chasing is chasing, clouds are clouds, flying is flying, these three words Wang Baokang is too familiar, and he has been dangling in his head for the past few days, almost shaking him into a nervous state.

Suddenly, when he saw the name of Zhuyunfei on "Science Fiction Literature", Wang Baokang's first thought was to have the same name, because the words of "Mandarin Duck Knife" and "Country Teacher" are completely different, and it is hard to imagine that they are written by the same person.

But when Wang Baokang read the editor's comments after reading the article, he was stunned.

"It's like it's really the same person!" He hesitated for a moment, then immediately rushed back to his seat and typed the words "Singularity Literature Forum" into the search engine, and soon found the results.

Logging in to the website and registering as a member, Wang Baokang quickly found the two most popular posts on the forum.

One is the Xianxia novel "Zhu Xian", and the other is the fantasy novel "Blasphemy", the subject matter is different in different types, different styles, different languages, and all of them have different words, and the only thing in common is the author's name.

"Fly through the clouds!"

Wang Baokang clicked into the post of "Zhu Xian", and was fascinated after only a few glances.

It took a whole afternoon to finish reading "Zhu Xian", and he was immersed in the world of "Blasphemy" again, and for the first time he knew that the protagonist of the novel could still write like this!

After reading it, it was already dark, and the other colleagues had already left work, and he was the only one left in the huge office.

Wang Baokang looked at the rising moon outside the window and fell into deep thought.