Wujie Publishing House, although the name is a bit strange, is indeed a publishing house with quite a good background.

Qinglong Film and Television, one of the three giants of Huaxia Film and Television, and one of the five giants of the world's film industry, intends to upgrade the industrial chain and invest in large-scale investment at home and abroad.

"Martial Arts World" is the main magazine of the Martial Arts Publishing House.

Moreover, the name of the martial arts publishing house is derived from this magazine.

In fact, the name of this publishing house was originally taken from the middle two words of "martial arts world" "chivalrous world", but "chivalrous world" and "chivalrous culture" are very similar, so I simply chose a song with two words "martial arts".

At this time, in the editor-in-chief office of the Wujie Publishing House.

Lu Wenxin had a bitter face and looked anxious.

He has been preparing for the magazine "Martial Arts World" for more than a year, and for this purpose, he also used a lot of favors to successfully ask the older generation of martial arts master Duan Shendao Duan Lao to get a manuscript.

But "Martial Arts World" was about to be published, but Duan Lao suddenly fell ill, and the manuscript he had made an appointment with Duan Lao suddenly came to naught.

"Damn, where am I going to find a novel now?"

Lu Wenxin, who has always been elegant, couldn't help but burst out foul language.

Wujie Publishing House relies on Qinglong Film and Television, which can be described as wealthy, but most of the martial arts masters have contracts in their bodies, and even if Wujie Publishing House successfully makes an appointment with the manuscript now, it is too late.

"What is going on?"

Lu Wenxin looked at a large number of manuscripts on the table, but these were ordinary quality works, and none of them could be worthy of the main work, so Lu Wenxin couldn't wait to pick up the pen and write a novel by himself.

"Is it possible to postpone the publication and wait for Duan Lao's illness to recover before publishing the issue?"

But what if Duan Lao is sick for a few years? Or maybe Duan Lao is sick and doesn't want to write, what should I do?

The more Lu Wenxin thought about it, the more anxious he became, but as an excellent editor, he still tried to maintain an objective perspective and review the newly submitted manuscripts.

It's just that I watched five or six copies in a row, and they are all below the level.

Just when Lu Wenxin was about to smash the table, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a manuscript.

"The Legend of the White-Haired Witch? It seems that if this continues, I will have gray hair and become a demon. Lu Wenxin laughed at himself.

Open "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch".

A sword comes from the west, a thousand arches are in a row, and the shadow is vertical and horizontal: ask the mirror is not a platform, Bodhi is not a tree, the realm starts from the heart, and it can be distinguished?

Is it a demon or not a demon? Either a demon or a demon? We have to wait for the future generations to comment! Let's clean up, talk about the children, and talk about leisure first.

The wind and thunder are magnificent, and the frost is charming. Sigh beauty peerless, white-headed and old, a hundred years of promise, live up to the alliance. Short flowers, long poems with wine, poems and swords always remember Qing every year. On the Tianshan Mountain, watch the dragon and snake pen walk, and the ink is pouring south......

The first thing I saw was a poem.

This word has no value when taken out alone, but it is very appropriate in a martial arts novel.

couldn't help but feel a kind of expectation in Lu Wen's heart. Writing such words that fit the novel, the novel shouldn't be too bad.

After reading eight or nine thousand words, the beginning is decent, which is above the average level.

Suddenly there was a crisp laughter outside, it seemed to be far away, suddenly to the door, everyone's eyes lit up, the hall door opened, into a team of girls, four people in front, carrying blue gauze lanterns, four people in the back, left and right, holding a beautiful girl, apricot yellow shirt, white silk waist, autumn water for the god, long eyebrows, sideburns, smiling step by step. The group of thieves in the hall were stunned, and a few of them were even like ashes, shrunk in a corner, and did not dare to move. ”

Seeing this, Lu Wenxin's eyes suddenly lit up.

When he saw Lian Nishang kill three thieves while talking and laughing, and then cut off six fingers of five Wudang men, Lu Wenxin's heart stirred inexplicably.

As an editor and a fan of martial arts novels, the martial arts novels he has read can fill several houses, but except for the beginning, when he first saw martial arts, his heart was stirred and fascinated, and he rarely felt excited and moved in the future.

Now Lu Wenxin found a trace of feeling.

The rivers and lakes should not be stereotyped rivers and lakes, there should not be only a group of men fighting and killing in the rivers and lakes, I will take revenge, you will take revenge. Women can run rampant, and heroines can also have evil personalities.

"Good!"

After reading the first three times, Lu Wenxin only had this one word in his heart.

However, as a professional editor, Lu Wenxin could not rely only on his own subjectivity, he immediately called other editors, and non-martial arts fans who would be in charge of other work in the future.

That's not enough, he also has to think about female readers.

Therefore, Lu Wenxin asked a few front desk ladies of the publishing house to take a look at "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch".

After thinking about it, he dialed his little sister's number again.

His little sister is a literary girl, and Lu Wen wants to see what the literary girl thinks of this "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch".

……

Lanlin Restaurant.

Chen Qi had already washed several large basins of dishes.

Wiping his sweat, he picked up the rag and went to the front hall to start wiping the table and cleaning.

After two hours, he will receive a salary of fifty yuan and a free meal.

This is one of Chen Qi's part-time jobs - restaurant odd jobs.

"Come, Xiao Chen come and rest for a while."

A woman in her forties with a waist like a bucket said.

This is exactly the proprietress of this restaurant.

"No, I don't have to rest."

Chen Qi was indeed very tired, but he was even more reluctant to rest for a while, because this proprietress was too bad, and talking to her was even more tiring than working.

"The other day, you didn't come, and I heard that you broke up with your girlfriend. But it doesn't matter, your girlfriend is just like that, you will definitely be able to find a beautiful girlfriend in the future. The proprietress said.

The proprietress always thought that Chen Qi's girlfriend must be the kind of fat, ugly and old girl, because according to her logic, a slightly more beautiful girl would not fall in love with a dishwasher.

"Promise your good words."

Who knows, as soon as Chen Qi finished speaking, the proprietress changed her words and said, "However, you should still beg your original girlfriend, after all, she can put up with you for so long." Your conditions are not good, and it will be difficult to find a girlfriend next time. ”

The proprietress said with a look of "I'm good for you".

When Chen Qi first came to this restaurant to do odd jobs, the proprietress thought that Chen Qi was a work-study college student, and her attitude towards Chen Qi was still good, and she often shouted to help Chen Qi introduce his girlfriend, but since she knew that Chen Qi was just a dropout, her attitude immediately turned 180 degrees, and even when she talked to Chen Qi, she had an invisible sense of superiority.

"Good horses don't eat back grass, and I'm sure I'll find a better one in the future."

Chen Qi said while sweeping the floor.

"You can't say that, you see that you have a low level of education, you are thin, you can't speak, and you don't have money...... How can you get a girlfriend? The proprietress said a lot.

Chen Qi didn't speak, just lowered his head and swept the ground. He really admires the original Chen Qi now, how could he endure this yellow-faced woman for so long?

At this time, a teenager and a girl about the same age as Chen Qi walked in. This man and woman are the sons and daughters of the proprietress .

It seems that the son and daughter are here, and the sallow face of the proprietress suddenly overflows with a bright smile.

"Chen Qi, go and pour tea."

After the proprietress shouted to Chen Qi, she asked the young man: "Xiaolin, have you written your homework?" ”

The young man named "Zhao Lin" said: "I haven't written it yet." I'll go back and write it in the evening. ”

"What?"

The proprietress suddenly shouted, "If you haven't finished your homework, you came out to play?" If you can't get into college, you will be like him in the future, washing dishes for the rest of your life. ”

The proprietress pointed her finger at Chen Qi.

Yes, in addition to washing dishes and sweeping the floor in this restaurant, Chen Qi also has an important job, that is, to be a negative teaching material for the proprietress's son.

When Chen Qi came over with a teapot, he heard the proprietress asking her daughter Zhao Lan if she had a boyfriend, and between the words, she pointed her finger at Chen Qi, as if saying that looking for a boyfriend must not be found like him.

"Mom, don't worry. Now there are many people chasing me, and one of them is the son of the manager of a big film and television company. Zhao Lan said proudly.

Chen Qi shook his head in his heart, he really didn't know where this family's superiority came from.

Isn't it great to open a small restaurant?

Let's just say that the daughter that the proprietress is proud of, this Zhao Lan is much worse than He Wei's appearance, and the unwieldy spirit of the philistine on her body is even more deductive.

"After this time, I'm not going to come here again. "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch" is sold cheaply, and it is sold cheaply. Chen Qi said secretly in his heart.

It seemed that seeing that Chen Qi's face was wrong, Zhao Lan suddenly said: "Chen Qi, my mother has never known how to turn a corner, she can say whatever she thinks in her heart, don't mind, I will ask my mother to add a little money to you today." ”

"No need."

Chen Qi shook his head.

At that moment, his phone rang.

"I'll take a call first."

Chen Qi walked to the corner and connected the phone.

"Is it Mr. Apocalypse?"

On the other end of the phone was a gentle and elegant voice.

"Yes, you are?"

"I am Lu Wenxin, the editor-in-chief of Wujie Publishing House, and I want to talk to you about the submission of "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch". By the way, "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch" is not authorized to go out, right? ”

"Not yet. Can you start by asking, what price does your publisher plan to offer? ”

"It's good if you don't have it. As for the price, you don't need to worry, our publishing house is very sincere. I've arrived at Qingtong Street now, and I want to meet Mr. Tianqi to talk in detail, I don't know if you have time? ”

"I have time. Where to meet? ”

"Moire Teahouse, is it okay? I'm going to locate the sub now. ”

"Moire Teahouse, I wrote it down."

Chen Qi hung up his phone.

"Boss, today's work is almost the same, right?"

Chen Qi said to the proprietress .

"It's still a little short of two hours, but I'm in a good mood today, so I won't deduct your money."

Then, the proprietress took out five ten-dollar bills rather heroically.

"Chen Qi, do you know what the minimum consumption is in the Moire Teahouse?"

When Chen Qi was about to leave, he only heard Zhao Lan say.

"What do you mean?"

"The Moire Teahouse is the top teahouse in this area, and the minimum consumption in it is more than 1,000 yuan, and I went there once. The next time you tell a lie, you should also inquire in advance. The corners of Zhao Lan's mouth were slightly upturned, and there was arrogance in her eyes, as if only people like her could enter the Cloud Pattern Teahouse.

"Inexplicable."

Having already received the two-hour salary, Chen Qicai was too lazy to ramble and walked out directly.

"What does this man look like?" Zhao Lan said with a slight anger on her face.

"Yes, although he is poor and sour, he looks honest and responsible, and he didn't expect to tell lies to his face, if Lan Lan hadn't been to the Moire Teahouse, he would have been deceived by him." The proprietress chimed in.