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actually stood up and spoke for this newcomer, and for a moment he was a little angry, his face was extremely bad, and he was faintly angry.

Dugu slammed the mouse in his hand, snorted coldly, stared at his eyes, with anger in his eyes, and muttered in a low voice: "Break the sky!" Very good! Hum! ”

However, at this time, a female editor in charge of the turkey Chinese network is working overtime, she is the intern editor of the turkey Chinese network, generally speaking, the assessment of the intern editor is not very high.

But generally speaking, those who can sign contracts have been carved up by those seniors, and good resources will hardly fall to her.

Of course, there will inevitably be some fish that slip through the net, but they generally don't make it big.

Xingchen has signed two A-level signed novels, and there is still one more to turn positive, and she was assigned fantasy, in this fantasy and lonely world, this fantasy book is almost pitiful.

The gods already have their own exclusive editors, like Dugu, who is a first-class editor, almost all of them are in charge of the editor-in-chief.

As for the new gods, they were all poached by her predecessors.

After all, she is just an ordinary small internship, not the child of a turkey Chinese network executive, she can only honestly climb up step by step.

It was already twelve o'clock in the evening, and the headquarters of Turkey Chinese Network, the people inside had already left, and the headquarters was empty, only her computer was still on.

Xingchen frowned from time to time, all of which seemed too bad to her.

"The writing is too bad, don't."

"The plot is old-fashioned, the rhythm is not rigorous, pass."

"I've been pretending to be slapped in the face for so long, and I'm still not happy, pass."

"It's an elementary school student, right? With such a bad plot, the degree of dog blood is no less than that of Xiao Y book, you are almost ooxx! pass！ It's all! ”

Xingchen is a little impetuous, he has read more than ten books, but he has not encountered a good plot or a good novel, which really makes him restless.

Closing his eyes and rubbing his temples, Xingchen exhaled, made a cup of coffee, and continued to read the novel that was sent.

"Huh?" After drinking a cup of coffee, the hour hand was already pointing to 2 o'clock, and the essence burst out in front of Xingchen's eyes, and he unconsciously sank into a book.

Suddenly, the book was over, Xingchen exhaled, and recalled the previous condensed and solid writing and addictive plot in his mind, and a stream of light burst out in front of Xingchen's eyes.

"Good book! Definitely a good book! Once the exposure of this "Panlong" increases, it will definitely be the rise of a great god! ”

This time, whether it is from the perspective of a reader or from the perspective of a responsible editor, this book is a well-deserved good book! Whether it is the commercial value or the novelty of the plot, it is enough to support a great god!

And the commercial value of a great god, it is self-evident, after all, a great god, in this China, where the population density is full of 1.5 billion, a great god, a book subscription, now the minimum is 30,000!

After a month, it is the god of hitting the street, and it is also eighty or ninety thousand!

Xingchen sat there, his eyes were a little confused, and his heart was a little hesitant, although this book is said to be novel, but this is a newcomer after all, after all, if this is the new vest of a great god, how could it fall into his own hands.

Don't look at the current writing condensation, but there are too many accidents that happen during the writing of a book, if the author's outline is not written well, it collapses halfway, take this book, and completely die.

Xingchen was a little difficult to do for a while, and he was struggling in his heart.

"This is an opportunity, and if you win it, you may be able to make yourself soar! But this is another fire pit, and if you die halfway, you will lose everything! What to do! ”

Xingchen bit his lower lip, and the struggle in his eyes intensified.

Suddenly, as if he had made a solemn decision, Xingchen muttered to himself, "Fight!" Wealth and danger are sought! This is an opportunity, if I can't catch it, then I can't die of distress! ”

In the end, Xingchen still didn't resist the idea of seeking wealth and danger, and directly sent Ding Feng a short stand, and then exhaled, and in an instant, Xingchen seemed to have lost all his strength, and sat there limply.

Looking at the chapter of "Panlong" on the computer screen, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm putting my future on you, break the sky, don't let me down."

Won, soar, lose, fall into the abyss.

It's a game, and very few people can resist the temptation, and it's like a devil's fruit, even if people don't want to let go of it, even if they know there are serious side effects.

Xingchen turned off the computer, dragged a heavy body, left the building of the turkey Chinese network, her home was not far away, returned to her home, and after washing up, Xingchen lay directly on the bed.

Looking at the ceiling above, he stretched out a hand, his eyes were a little confused: "In the future, I want to hold it tightly!" Now that I've chosen to gamble, I can't regret it! ”

Xingchen turned off the lights and fell into a deep sleep.

And Ding Feng didn't know everything here, and he didn't know that there was such an editor who pressed the future for himself.

Ding Feng woke up the next day, repeating what happened yesterday, and of course, he also met Zhao Weier again, which made him a little speechless, and he wondered if this woman lived in the city library.

When he opened the backstage, he saw that the station was short. This surprised him a little, but he quickly calmed down.

muttered in his mouth: "It's worthy of a tomato's big "PL is about 30,000 words, and it was sent short, this is really ......"

Ding Feng grinned, shook his head, copied the Penguin in charge, and immediately looked at the collection.

"More than a hundred collections? It's going up a little fast. Ding Feng didn't know what was going on in Longkong, but he was a little surprised, after updating the latest two chapters.

Ding Feng sent a request to Xingchen, thinking that he would have to wait a day to add it, but it was passed smoothly, which made Ding Feng a little surprised.

After all, he knew the stinky problems of those starting point editors in his previous life.

The speed of adding authors is as slow as a snail, and some applications need to be sent three or four times, which consumes the patience of new authors, and they are ready to abandon the article in order to successfully add it.

"This work efficiency is quite high, and it's nine o'clock, and the editor in charge hasn't finished his work yet?" In an instant, three words came to Ding Feng's mind: workaholic.