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The dust has settled on the Yin Hong Award. This is the cruelty of the highest award, even if the people question it again, even if everyone complains for Zhang Ye again, this quadrennial award has been awarded, and no one can change it. Those five names will be recorded in the history of the Yin Hong Award and in the history of the literary world, but Zhang Ye missed the only opportunity, most people in the literary world have not recognized him as a wild man for so many years.

Everyone thought it was over.

Everyone thought that Zhang Ye had completely fallen for the so-called "beauty".

Morning.

Studio.

A few colleagues came to work listlessly.

"Coming?"

"Well, early."

"Alas, have you read Director Zhang's poem?"

"Look, this circle has always been so cruel."

"After reading that poem, I think Director Zhang's decision is right, the current entertainment industry is too ugly, compromise, betrayal, bottomless hype, there is nothing wrong with being pretty!"

"But the top prize is lost."

"The plan to reach the summit is in vain!"

"Alas, the first step of the plan was not taken, and the rest of it was even more difficult."

"I think there is no drama to reach the top this year, we Director Zhang offended too many people before, too many industries offended, the more pressure the more up, now this is to repay the debt of the year, I don't know how many people are waiting for Director Zhang to fall, I don't know how many people applaud at this time, and climb to the top? As long as our Director Zhang is careless, you see, countless people have to rush up and bite him! ”

We're talking.

Haziqi bought early and just came in.

At this moment, there were footsteps from upstairs, "Then let them bite, after so many years of fighting, I really haven't lost, I'll see who bites whom." ”

It's Zhang Ye!

Zhang Zuo: "Huh? ”

Xiao Wang exclaimed: "Why are you so early? ”

"Earlier." Zhang Ye smiled: "I didn't leave when I came back yesterday, hurry up, who brought it early?" ”

Haqiqi subconsciously said: "I bought it here." ”

Zhang Ye hurriedly came up and sat down, grabbed the xiaolongbao and stuffed it into his mouth, and after eating a few of them, he hurriedly said politely to Haqiqi: "You also eat it, Sister Ha." ”

Haziqi: "......"

What do I eat?

You didn't leave me a single one!

Wu Yi was surprised: "You haven't slept this night?" ”

Zhang Ye plugged in the straw and drank soy milk in a suck, "Hmm." ”

Zhang Zuo saw that Zhang Ye was in a good mood, but he was also very puzzled, according to Director Zhang's temper, he must be furious at this time, why is he still so calm? He asked tentatively, "Director Zhang, is our previous plan for reaching the summit invalid?" The plan after that ......"

Zhang Ye was surprised: "Why is it invalid?" ”

Zhang Zuo smiled bitterly, "But now the first step has not been done." ”

After drinking the soy milk, Zhang Ye smiled and said, "I said, you just have to make a plan, how to realize it is not for you to consider, it is my business." ”

Everyone simply sat down for a meeting.

Haqiqi said: "The previous plan was to take the first step to win the highest literary award, knock down the qualifications, and push the popularity up again, and then just take advantage of the popularity of the highest award, the second step is to produce a novel similar to "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", other genres can also be, try to make it a big hit, you haven't written a book for a long time, just brush the popularity of this side of the literary field to brush up, brush to a new height, so that we are a big step closer to the realization of the top plan, but now that the highest literary award has not been won, the next step is... …”

Zhang Ye pointed upstairs, "I've already written another novel." ”

Zhang Zuo said: "Have you already started writing?" ”

"yes, otherwise what do you think I'm doing all night?" Zhang Ye remembered, "By the way, hurry up and contact the publishing house, it can be carried out now." ”

Haqiqi said: "When will it be written?" ”

Zhang Ye looked at the date, "I will strive to complete it in two days." ”

Two days?

Short stories?

"Okay."

"Understood."

"I'll get in touch!"

They didn't ask much.

Zhang Ye didn't say much, he hurried upstairs after eating, everyone only heard the door of his office slammed shut, and no one saw Zhang Ye come out at night.

The next day.

It's past five o'clock in the afternoon.

The office door opened, and Zhang Ye walked downstairs unkempt.

And all the people stood up.

"Oops!"

"Director Zhang, you're coming out!"

"Let's eat, buy it!"

"You're scared us to death, and you won't open the door when you knock."

Zhang Ye was smiling, his eyes were bright, "Xiao Wang, print out the manuscript." ”

In less than two days, he had finished writing, and the price was also very high, Zhang Ye almost didn't close his eyes in the past two days, and he spent almost twenty hours a day sitting in front of the computer typing. Zhang Ye has always been like this, and he never wants to die when he works. Everybody knows him.

Xiao Wang was busy going upstairs to print.

Twenty sheets.

Fifty sheets.

One hundred.

The manuscripts came out one by one.

The more people in the studio looked, the more dumbfounded they became.

Haqiqi was stunned and said, "Why are there so many? ”

Zhang Zuo also hurriedly flipped through the printed manuscript, "This, how many words are there?" ”

"About 200,000, I don't know, I don't count." Zhang Ye said casually.

Two hundred thousand!

Everyone was stupid!

In less than two days, you wrote 200,000 words? I've seen a fast gunner, but I've never seen you so fast! Is tomb robbery fiction so easy to write?

When everyone gathered around to see the manuscript, they were stunned again!

"What?"

"This, this isn't a tomb robbery novel, right?"

"Director Zhang, what's the situation?"

"This is a romance novel?"

"Or is it a marriage theme?"

"This is different from what was said, Director Zhang!"

The people in the studio looked at each other and thought it was too risky, you can't just write a marriage novel just because you're getting married? There is no market for this kind of novel now, so it's not easy to sell! He wrote "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", with this foreshadowing, the public's sense of expectation will be higher, as long as a name like "Ghost Blows Out the Lantern 2" is hung out, the sales will definitely not be too bad, they can't figure out how Zhang Ye could touch the theme of marriage!

Zhang Ye smiled: "That's it, contact the publishing house and publish it as soon as possible." ”

He was sure of it, and everyone had to do it.

Gobbled up a dinner, and as soon as he was happy, he had a rare drink of two sips of two pots, and then walked into the empty conference room, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

It's for the money old.

Beep, the phone went through.

"Old Qian, have you eaten?"

"Xiao Zhang, just finished eating, what's the matter? Looking for me? ”

"You said you were the judge of the Qilu Award before?"

"yes, what's wrong?"

"How was the Qilu Award shortlisted?"

"Why do you ask this? Qilu Award shortlisted works to see the works, we will review the more outstanding literary works within four years, and then each judge is responsible for recommending, each judge can recommend one to two books to enter the list, and then participate in the final competition, vote for five books to win the final award. ”

"Oh, then you can help me get shortlisted for one."

"Whose book?"

"Mine."

Qian Lao over there was stunned and smiled, "Yours is not good, whether it is your "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" or "The Legend of Wukong", it does not meet the shortlisting requirements, it is not a literary work in the traditional sense, the Qilu Award emphasizes a stronger literary nature, I can't open this back door for you." ”

Zhang Yele said: "Don't worry, it's my new book." ”

Qian Lao paid attention to it, "You want to compete for the Qilu Award?" ”

"Hmm." Zhang Ye said.

Qian Lao: "Are you serious?" ”

Zhang Ye: "You think I'm joking? ”

Qian Lao didn't understand, "Why?" ”

Zhang Ye replied with a smile: "For the sake of beauty." ”

Why did it fall?

For the sake of beauty!

So why get up again?

- Or for the sake of beauty!

Qian Lao was silent for a few seconds and said, "What's the name of the book?" ”

Zhang Ye said lightly: "...... "Siege". (To be continued.) )