Tang Tang took out a stack of manuscripts from his satchel and handed them to Zou Chongwen, who immediately couldn't wait to look through them.

As soon as I saw the first sentence of the beginning, I was taken aback and couldn't help asking, "What kind of form is this?" ”

Without waiting for her to reply, he put all his energy into the manuscript again, and read it at a glance, talking to himself, and he didn't need her answer at all.

It wasn't until he had read all the manuscripts that he quietly closed the pages and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Tang Tang didn't speak in a hurry, and stood quietly aside waiting for his judgment.

I saw Zou Chongwen think deeply for a long time, and suddenly let out an exclamation from his throat, "I can't think of it!" I can't think of it! His gaze was burning, staring at the person's body, and suddenly it felt as dazzling as a light bulb, which made people a little unbearable.

Tang Tang smiled indifferently: "Editor-in-chief, what do you think?" ”

Zou Chongwen's eyes looked at her from top to bottom, as if he had recognized her for the first time. He spoke at a faster pace, and replied in a high, high-pitched voice, "How did you come up with the idea of writing in this way?" ”

His surprised tone was self-evident, and then he said in a loud voice: "I'm not saying bad, but it's really new, so new, it's definitely refreshing!" ”

Hearing his praise, Tang Tang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, he was not arrogant, but he accepted these praises calmly without being humble or arrogant. This down-to-earth and generous style won Zou Chongwen's favor in an instant.

He stood up abruptly, and said to her with bright eyes: "Let's go, let's take the manuscript to the group of people in the editorial room to see, so that everyone can see how it is." ”

With that, he took the lead and walked towards the editing room.

At this time, everyone in the editorial room was so busy that their feet did not touch the ground, and there was no shortage of people who stayed up all night in the office last night. Even, the whole room was filled with the strong smell of smoke and tea, and there were a lot of discarded manuscript papers thrown on the ground.

As soon as they saw Zou Chongwen walk in, the people in the room suddenly turned pale, and the small bamboo pole lying on a table at the door suddenly stood up in fright, and subconsciously shouted, "Editor-in-chief!" ”

Zou Chongwen nodded, took the manuscript that he had scribbled and deleted half on the table, and asked, "How is the writing?" ”

As soon as he heard this, Xiao Zhuzhu's face was even more sad, his thin body was shaking in his clothes, and the big glasses on his face were particularly abrupt. He said timidly, "It's not yet, it's not finished yet." ”

Zou Chongwen quickly glanced at his manuscript, and immediately knew that this had not been written yet, and it was simply deleted, deleted, modified, and entangled at the beginning, and he couldn't put pen to paper. Although it is obviously a hot subject matter in imitation of the recent past, the sluggishness of the writing makes people feel that they can't read it.

He understood this at a glance, but he didn't say anything in his mouth, but patted him on the shoulder and said, "Think about it again, give it to me in three days, don't work too hard." ”

When Xiao Zhuzhu heard him say this, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded with a little ashamed smile on his face, but tightly tucked his manuscript in the book and hid it.

When the others saw this, they couldn't help but lift their hearts together, and watched Zou Chongwen pacing to everyone's table and flipping through them, silently reading everyone's manuscripts.

His face was cold and solemn, and he didn't open his mouth to make comments one by one on the spot, but it made everyone's hearts even more panicked, and they didn't know if they had passed the test.

It wasn't until he walked to Lao Liu Tou that his first smile after entering the house appeared on his face, and everyone couldn't help but look forward to it, wanting to see a little clue from the manuscript paper.

But due to the distance, they can only see a lot of articles by Lao Liu Tou, and the manuscript paper only uses three pages and two pages, but such a short length can arouse the approval of the editor-in-chief, which shows that he has a deep foundation.

Zou Chongwen couldn't help but smile and said to Lao Liu: "Sure enough, Jiang is still old and spicy!" ”

Old Liu Tou laughed twice, waved his hand, and didn't say anything more.

Saying this, everyone was even more curious, and they couldn't wait to read Lao Liu's manuscript immediately.

Zou Chongwen finished reading a big circle, waved his hand to let everyone sit down, looked around, and saw that there was one less person in the editing room, so he couldn't help asking, "What about Lao Zhang?" ”

For a while, everyone was silent and did not answer.

Seeing this situation, Zou Chongwen couldn't help frowning, and glanced down at his watch, the hands of the clock had already passed eight o'clock, obviously it was already past the time to go to work.

What's more, he made it clear yesterday that he asked everyone to send him the manuscript at eight o'clock this morning, and Lao Zhang didn't show up at this time, could it be that he wanted to rebel openly?

Immediately, Zou Chongwen's face sank, and he was about to say something, but he didn't expect Lao Zhang to run in in a panic with his briefcase, and he didn't have time to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

In front of everyone's eyes, Lao Zhang smiled and explained: "The bus is late, I didn't catch up!" ”

Zou Chongwen's face remained unchanged, but his tone suddenly became cold, "Oh? That's just in time, what about your manuscript? ”

Hearing the faint displeasure in the editor-in-chief's tone, Lao Zhang was not in a hurry, opened the briefcase and took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and then took out a stack of manuscript paper from the mezzanine inside, handed it to Zou Chongwen, and said with a smile: "Look at it, can you still get by?" ”

Although he said so, his smug look was obviously quite confident in his manuscript.

Zou Chongwen also ignored his provocation, quickly read his manuscript without saying a word, and then after a slight silence, he suddenly asked, "This is what you wrote?" ”

"That's not it, I've been in a hurry for most of the night!" Lao Zhang sighed, rubbing his face exaggeratedly, "Ouch hey, I can't bear it when I'm old, I almost crippled this old bone last night!" ”

Zou Chongwen's eyes were firmly fixed on him, watching his every move, and suddenly, he said angrily: "You are still bluffing me, this can't be written by you at all!" ”

Lao Zhang raised his eyebrows, a thin layer of anger appeared on his face, and he choked and replied: "Editor-in-chief Zou, you can't talk nonsense!" I've spent most of the night working on this, why didn't I write it? You'll have to let me memorize it for you! ”

His tail note suddenly rose high and resounded throughout the room, making everyone's ears tingle.

Everyone looked at Zou Chongwen in puzzlement, not knowing why he accused Lao Zhang so much, and looking at Lao Zhang's face didn't look like he was cheating. I only heard Zou Chongwen snort coldly, "Then you recite it again and I'll listen to it!" ”

He actually fell in love with Lao Zhang!

Lao Zhang's face turned red instantly, and his eyes staring at him were full of unbelievable doubts and disbelief, "You are deceiving people too much!" In the middle of the night, we suddenly asked us to rewrite the manuscript, and after writing it, we said that it was not mine, you ask the big guy, my old Zhang has been in the magazine for so many years, when has there been a manuscript that was not written by himself? You ask everybody, is there any! ”

His voice was sharp and piercing, and everyone was even more shocked. When you think about it, you really don't.

On weekdays, Lao Zhang has a straightforward personality and is a little open-mouthed, but he has never heard of problems with the manuscript. What's more, as an editor, they still have the least confidence in this.

However, Zou Chongwen was not repelled by his words, but said bluntly: "Then let me ask you, what is the word 'guest' in this manuscript?" You've always been in the habit of writing as 'guest', how did it change today? ”

Lao Zhang stubbornly defended: "I changed it after I checked the dictionary." He didn't expect that today's copying was in a hurry, and such a big horse's feet were exposed, which made Zou Chongwen's eyes sharp-eyed.

Zou Chongwen sneered, "This habit that has been retained in the past few years, just change it, so coincidentally?" Okay, I'll let you go here, so what about the structure of your story, do you dare to say that you wrote it yourself? ”

"That's what I wrote!" Lao Zhang insisted.

However, Zou Chongwen didn't believe a word. "Hehe, although I am not talented, I have a good relationship with the teachers at the university, and I am fortunate to have seen some students' works. Your one, from the choice of words and sentences, to the plot arrangement, is no different from the one I have read. What do you say about this? ”

As soon as he said this, he couldn't help but let everyone gasp in unison, and they raised their eyes to stare at Lao Zhang.

This is simply explicitly accusing him of plagiarism?!

Lao Zhang's face was blue and black, and he blocked his chest with a depressed breath, which made the whole person's spirit a little fierce. He defended strongly: "How do I know this, people's ideas are always the same way, and sometimes it is inevitable to meet together." ”

Even if he said this, he was inferior in the hearts of everyone.

Zou Chongwen looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, and said disappointedly: "Lao Zhang, in our magazine, you can write badly, but you can't do it badly. You have been in the club for so many years, you understand these big truths, I won't say more, you can think about it. ”

Although he didn't accuse Lao Zhang harshly, this kind of fluttering words made him even more uncomfortable. Lao Zhang was looked down upon by everyone and couldn't raise his head more and more, so he stomped his feet and rushed out.

Everyone was shocked, and they didn't know what to do. When I saw Zou Chongwen, I was even more vigilant and afraid.

The room was quiet for a while, only to hear Zou Chongwen say with a straight face: "Is this manuscript good, I believe everyone has a scale in their hearts." Now, let's take a look at the work of the people. Old Liu, start up. ”

Lao Liu Tou was suddenly pointed out by the editor-in-chief, and he didn't panic, he calmly laughed twice, cleared his throat, and read his work.

Everyone couldn't help but quietly prick up their ears and listened quietly, and found that this was actually a new interpretation of an ancient text, and selected a well-known ancient idiom "golden cicada shedding its shell", and polished and expanded it into an interesting little story, with a few strokes, it was fascinating.

There is someone who knows the goods, and he even recognizes that this is the first plan of the "Thirty-six Strategies", if the response is good and continues to write, it can be extended into a series, no wonder Zou Chongwen said that he Jiang is old and spicy.

For a while, everyone was impressed, and they were even more curious about whose work the editor-in-chief of the second manuscript would order.

You know, this order can be regarded as the first and best in the editor-in-chief's heart! As for those semi-finished products that are as unfinished as small bamboo poles, the editor-in-chief will not mention them.

Everyone's hearts were beating drums, and they were faintly looking forward to their works being appreciated.

But I didn't expect that Zou Chongwen, the second draft, actually ordered a new newcomer who couldn't be new.

"Tang Tang, you come and read yours."

Tang Tang stood up calmly-