Zou Chongwen is over forty years old, and under the sorrow of adulthood, a deep wrinkle has been engraved between his eyebrows.

Under his deep gaze, Tang Tang smiled calmly: "I feel that what Lao Liu Tou said is reasonable, the leader once said that literature and art serve the broad masses of the people, and it has long set the tone for the dispute between literature and art and the masses. ”

As soon as Tang Tang said this, Zou Chongwen's eyes suddenly deepened, and he stared at her. He flicked his finger, and the ash fell on his index finger, but he didn't realize it, and motioned for her to continue.

So, Tang Tang indifferently continued: "This is one of them. Second, the current predicament of our magazine has fully demonstrated that the current way of running a magazine is unbearable in society. The masses do not approve, which is the most straightforward response to us. ”

How did Zou Chongwen not know this?

In recent days, he has heard countless people upstairs and downstairs, outside the same industry, point out the problems of the magazine to him, not to mention the eight breaths, and there is no new idea, which makes people feel dull, as if they were works from ten years ago.

How can something created in this way be loved by the masses?

He knew very well that the turmoil in the sixties and seventies not only imprisoned the future of many people, but also solidified their way of thinking, completely staying in the thoughts in their minds in the past time and space, not daring to think wildly, let alone being different, for fear of getting into a little trouble for himself and his family, and eventually repeating the mistake of being criticized/fighting.

Isn't that a step backwards?

Zou Chongwen sighed heavily in his heart, feeling more and more helpless. The torrent of the times has been moving forward continuously, but the ideas of many people in the room have completely failed to keep up with the pace of the times.

The little horse can't move the cart, can he change the opinion of so many people in the house with his own strength? Does he still have the ability and time to completely change the situation of the magazine?

Suddenly, Zou Chongwen's thoughts became a mess, and suddenly he heard a voice in his ear saying: "Editor-in-chief, I have an idea, I don't know if to say it?" ”

He suddenly woke up, his thoughts returned to Tang Tang, and Zhan Ran affirmed: "Say." ”

"Nowadays, there are many literary periodicals of all kinds, among which similar works are the most, accounting for 70 or 80 percent, and readers also like works with tight plots and climaxes the most. The rest are mostly prose and poetry. ”

In just a few words, she explained the situation of the journal industry clearly, which shows that she knows a lot and has worked weekdays. Zou Chongwen was silent on his face, but he secretly affirmed it in his heart.

He then asked, "And what is your idea?" ”

Tang Tang chuckled, a sly smile appeared on his face, "We also write, but what we write is not of the ordinary type." ”

Zou Chongwen listened to her words, and after the expression on his face was slightly stunned, he became solemn tightly. He didn't say whether it was okay or not, thought for a while, and said directly: "You write one first, and bring it to me directly." Take it out tomorrow morning, can you do it? ”

It's 10 a.m., and tomorrow morning I'm going to work at 8 a.m., and there's still 22 hours to go. It seems to be abundant, but if you want to come up with a work that can be drafted, you have to conceive, figure it out, write it, polish it, and all kinds of processes are down, and you can only race against time.

On weekdays, who among the editors of the magazine does not grind out a good work in three or five days? Right now, wouldn't it be difficult for Tang Tang to do it within twenty-two hours?

But Tang Tang knew that this was an opportunity.

She replied categorically, "Yes." ”

When Zou Chongwen sorted out his mood and pushed the door into the house again, he saw that the people who had been noisy before had lost their spirits, and they were sitting in their positions lazily, sipping tea silently with a teacup, and they lost a little vitality.

Obviously, everyone is not as old as seventy or eighty, but they are all like old people.

When Zou Chongwen saw this scene, he didn't even have a desire to be angry. He suddenly pushed open the door of the house, and slammed into the wall with a loud bang, which immediately made everyone tremble.

I saw him walking quickly to the center, and his deep eyes as deep as water sternly glanced at the people around him, shocking everyone and not daring to make a sound.

Only Lao Zhang was bolder, and asked hesitantly, "Editor-in-chief? ”

"An urgent job." Zou Chongwen said suddenly, although the low and rough voice was not loud enough, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, "Before eight o'clock tomorrow morning, everyone will hand in a manuscript." ”

Hearing this, Lao Zhang was even more confused, and glanced at the people around him puzzled, "Aren't our next drafts all set?" I'll send it to the printing house tomorrow to start printing! ”

Zou Chongwen didn't explain much, directly interrupted his doubts, raised his voice and said, "Those manuscripts are all pending review." ”

His words immediately caused an uproar.

"What, pending?"

"That's not going to work, why?"

"Isn't this nonsense? These manuscripts can't be used, so it's too late to write any manuscripts you want to use! If you don't send the final manuscript to the printing house tomorrow, you won't be able to meet the publication date of the journal! When the time comes, won't the few old readers who are left run out even more? ”

For a while, all kinds of complaining and questioning voices came out one after another. In an instant, the inside of the house exploded again.

Zou Chongwen looked coldly at the various expressions on everyone's faces, some were panicked, some were not angry, some were so anxious that sweat drops appeared on the tip of their noses, and some jumped up directly from the chair and rushed to their own side to argue with reason, the eyes that looked at themselves were completely like looking at a neurotic who suddenly went crazy.

He knew very well in his heart that these people must have thought that they were being beaten by pressure and were going to break the jar! Just as many people think, but he doesn't!

In the midst of the noise and noise, he slowly cleared his thoughts and said, "Enough! ”

The table was slammed hard, and the lid of the teacup was suddenly shaken into the air and fell to the ground with a crisp and loud cracking sound. Zou Chongwen silently recited the sentence "The year is safe" in his heart, and finally saw that the people in front of him all widened their eyes in shock and quieted down.

He suddenly let out a low chuckle and shouted with all his might: "I don't care what genre you write, what form you write, what style you write!" There is only one requirement, and that is new! New text, new people, new style, new look! I want to see a new work that is different from the past! If anyone fools me tomorrow with those previous drafts, then wait for the suspension! ”

After saying that, he turned around and left quickly like a tornado, without giving everyone the slightest chance to question again.

Only everyone in the editing room was left looking at each other, at a loss.

After being quiet for a while, Lao Zhang couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "It's crazy!" ”

Others spied on each other's eyes, but no one dared to scold the editor-in-chief directly like him. There is a fast brain, and he directly asked the old Liu Tou, who has been in the magazine for the longest time, to see what this old oilman will do.

"Old Liu, tell me about it! You say, what to do? ”

However, Lao Liu Tou ignored this stubble with a smile, and said lightly: "What the leader says, what to do!" ”

The others secretly whispered a few words about his slippery head, but finally dispersed silently, each looking for a place to broaden his mind and rack his brains to figure out a new draft.

Only Lao Zhang was angry for a long time, and when he saw that he was left to hang in the office and no one took care of him, he lost his interest. Suddenly, he exhaled in a deep voice and shouted loudly: "Xiao Tang, where is Xiao Tang?" She's a college student who has just left school, and her brain is full of ideas, so let her talk about her ideas! ”

Who knows, he shouted half a salary at the top of his voice, but Tang Tang was nowhere to be seen.

It wasn't until his tongue was dry that someone quietly poked into his head and whispered back: "Xiao Tang seems to have something to do, so he has already asked for leave and left." ”

This sentence immediately aroused Lao Zhang's anger. "This person has to drop the chain at a critical moment!"

On the other end, Tang Tang pedaled his bicycle all the way home, and without saying a word, he got into his small study, turned out the manuscript paper and pen on the table and hurriedly pondered the idea.

Xu Changlin, who was neglected, quietly did his work in the middle of the courtyard. When the sun was shining at noon, he made a basin of water to wash off the sawdust and sweat on his body, went into the kitchen and made a few dishes that Tang Tang liked and placed them on the stone table in the yard.

Then, he personally went into the study and brought the person out.

Tang Tang, who was in a mess in his head: "......"

It's okay to talk well, don't get started without saying a word! She was really caught in the squeaky nest by Xu Changlin's hands, and raised it high in front of the dinner table, this action is simply not too shy!

Xu Changlin was indifferent, seeing that she didn't move for a long time, he asked out loud, "Shall I feed you?" ”

Tang Tang again: "......"

This time, even Mao Mao, who was lying on his stomach in the sun, couldn't stand it. "It's so sadistic!"

It slowly strained its four claws and climbed up from the ground. Turning his head, his big round eyes glared at the two of them, and he scolded in a deep voice: "I show affection every day, and I don't want to live a good life!" Why are you making me a single meow / (ㄒ oㄒ)/~~?! ”

After saying that, he stepped in small steps, and ran out of the gate of the courtyard without looking back.

Tang Tang: =.=

Unexpectedly, at this critical moment when every second is of the essence, Xu Changlin not only forcefully forced her to eat three meals a day, but also fed her a glass of water in two hours, and even did not let go at night.

In the night—

"I-I need to rush the manuscript, I'll have to hand it in tomorrow morning!" Tang Tang tossed anxiously.

But he was caught up in a strong arm, tightly pressing his body, "Don't worry, the night is long." ”

Tang Tang: "......"

The next day, she learned that if the man could listen to him, the sow would be able to climb the tree!

Editor-in-Chief Zou looked at her expectantly, "Xiao Tang, where is the manuscript?" ”

Tang Tang took a deep breath, "Editor-in-chief—"