Just when Zheng Long was blocked at the door and couldn't get in, a person jumped out of the small western-style building and ran towards Zheng Long. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info is a delicate girl, with beautiful long hair floating in the air, looking pure and lively, but also a kind of dignified.

“xxxxxxx”

She spoke a dialect to the security guard, and the security guard suddenly realized and opened the door for Zheng Long.

"I've kept you waiting!" The girl said.

"Haha, I couldn't understand a word just now, your dialect at sea is too perverted! In other words, you are Sister Shi? ”

Shi Yi looked Zheng Long up and down, smiled and said:

"Well, I'm Shi Yi, you can call me Sister Shi... Of course, I don't mind if you call me sister. ”

"Well, you're even more beautiful than I thought!"

"Really?"

Girls are always not praised much, even if they are praised by a junior high school kid like Zheng Long, Shi Yi's face is still easily red.

"It's only a few years old, it's so indecent..."

"Hey, hey!"

When my brother is flirting with my sister... Hehe.

The two walked up the stairs laughing and talking. Although the appearance of the small western-style building looks quite magnificent, after all, it is in disrepair and looks quite old inside. Coupled with the lazy atmosphere peculiar to state organs, the entire magazine is permeated with a warm and slow-paced atmosphere.

"Zheng Long, this is our beautiful editor-in-chief, Sister Hu Future!"

"Ahh Fortunately, I will be glad to meet you! ”

Zheng Long knew in his heart that Hu Future, a famous figure in the character industry, was the excavator of Han Shao and Guo Mingming, and it can be said that the first two leaders of youth literature were from her, which shows her accuracy.

Zheng Long gently scanned this Hu Future, and found that although his clothes were relatively plain, he was just a very ordinary gray cotton shirt, and his hairstyle seemed to be completely unmanaged, just wearing bangs naturally, but somehow it showed a feeling of seeing through the red dust.

Zheng Long felt that this woman must not be simple, and there must be a lot of past events lingering in his heart.

"Zheng Long, what's wrong with you?"

Hu Future saw that Zheng Long was a little stunned when he saw him, and he didn't know what was going on.

"Oh, oh, nothing..."

"That's good, come on, I'll introduce you to a few other editors."

Zheng Long nodded, making a very shy appearance. Because he knows that editors like these literary magazines tend not to like people with too flamboyant personalities, and people who are listed at sea often have an elitist mentality, and always have a subtle condescending feeling towards people from other places. Therefore, it is more appropriate to keep an appropriate distance until the situation is clear.

Hu Future, on the other hand, took it for granted that Zheng Long was a little cramped because it was the first time he came to a big city and it was his first time to come into contact with such a place. She is not surprised, after all, since becoming the editor of a literary magazine, she has come into contact with thousands of literary young people, if not tens of thousands. Some people have an arrogant personality or a familiar style, and it doesn't take long for them to get along with the editor; while some have a sullen personality and like to flow a long stream, but the article is written coquettishly, and every bit is recorded between the lines; And a shy young man in a small town like Zheng Long is often because he has not seen the world, and he probably loses his square inch for a while.

She didn't expect that Zheng Long was deliberately pretending to be a little white rabbit.

"Come on, this is the editor-in-chief of our prose group, Mr. Zhou Hong. Teacher Zhou is also a graduate of the Chinese Department of East China Normal University, her writing is good, once in the sea urban literary circle is also famous 'a pen', you can learn more with Teacher Zhou! ”

"Ah, Mr. Zhou! Look up for a long time, look up for a long time! ”

Zhou Hong is a bit older among all the editors-in-chief, and can be regarded as a veteran of the magazine, but he has always had no interest in administrative work and intrigue, and just wants to edit a pure literary magazine, so he is also fully respected in the magazine. In the current situation of unprecedented division of the magazine, Zhou Hong is a figure that editor-in-chief Liu Guangguang and deputy editor-in-chief Wang Gang dare not offend. After all, her qualifications and prestige are there.

Zhou Hong just raised his head from the sea of manuscripts, glanced at Zheng Long, and then lifted the frame of the mirror and said, "It's really a hero from ancient times!" I didn't expect that article to really come from you! Hey, the future, we are all old, and the future belongs to these young people! ”

Hu Future hurriedly nodded and said:

"Yes, it's their generation now. There are a lot of words, usage, and writing, and I have never heard of it, and the generations are different! I hope that this group of them can produce a batch of good works! ”

Zheng Long was praised like a flower, and he was suddenly a little embarrassed:

"Teacher Zhou, you are exalting me too much. I've just read a few more books, and my writing is still very immature, so I'll ask for more advice in the future. If I have a numbered prose manuscript here, I will send it to you as soon as possible! ”

"Good, good!"

Zhou Hong took a sip of water and continued:

"In the future, you can continue to take Zheng to other places for a walk, I still have some manuscripts to read here, and we will continue to talk at lunch!"

Zheng Long nodded fiercely with gratitude.

Because he knows that this teacher Zhou Hong's reputation in the industry is particularly good, especially his personality charm, in the deceitful literary circle, he seems to be out of the mud and unstained, and he is really a rare mentor and friend. Unfortunately, according to Zheng Long's memories in later generations, Teacher Zhou will soon retire, so it is difficult for Zheng Long to get too much guidance from her.

Hey, what a bad time! Zheng Long sighed in his heart.

Hu Future led Zheng Long to another table.

"Well, this one, you should be able to guess who he is, right?"

Zheng Long followed the direction of Hu Future's finger and looked at it, and there was a raunchy man sitting in front of him, wearing a stand-up collar shirt, straddling Erlang's legs high on the desk, which seemed a little out of place with the overall atmosphere of the magazine, more like a domineering president...

"Uh..."

To be honest, Zheng Long really couldn't guess. Although there are only a few editors of "Budding" magazine back and forth, in Zheng Long's impression, none of them seem to be so cynical... Besides, this brother has a strong body, as if he has been working out all year round, and there is a cross hanging on his chest, which is incompatible with his ruffian appearance...

"Hello... Don't you know me? Then I'm so sad! I thought you'd know about me! ”

"Uh... Sorry, I really don't know... Maybe I've read your editor's article in a magazine, but I can't sit down all of a sudden..."

Hu Future gave him a blank look and said:

"Leave him alone, that's what he does. However, his article is very well written, and he should be considered the most talented among the editors. ”

August people?

It's a familiar name!

It can be said that the name August Man is a name that has always accompanied the magazine "Budding". However, few people have ever seen this person in real person. It is rumored that this person has a perverse personality and is difficult to contact, but in fact, at least as far as Zheng Long saw with his own eyes, August Man is a rather funny guy...

"Yes, I'm August."

"I like your philosophical stories... Although, there are a lot of things that I don't understand..."

The August man burst out laughing:

"Hahaha, I don't want to show you to understand, it's normal if you don't understand. If you all understand, I'm bored! ”

Hu Future glanced at August again, and his eyes showed infinite contempt for the pretend...