Xiong De let out a breath slowly, glanced at the poem written by Qin Ge again, put it on the table, got up and walked outside.

Out of the classroom, Xiong De beckoned to Teacher Zhang in the next class: "Xiao Zhang, help me watch for a while, I'll go to the toilet." ”

"Teacher Xiong, go ahead, I'm here to watch." Teacher Zhang said with a smile.

Xiong De went back to the office to get a cigarette and went out to the bathroom.

After Xiong De smoked a cigarette, he walked out of the toilet and took out his mobile phone to call his old mother who was far away from home.

“…… Honk...... Toot"

"Hey, Mom." Xiong De's voice was a little hoarse.

……

The math test paper caused Qin Ge a little trouble, mathematics must be understood by himself, if Qin Ge hadn't relied on the types of questions in Jiang Shanshan's notes, it is estimated that today's math exam would only have just passed.

An hour later, Qin Ge finally finished writing, and at this time, it happened to be the second class bell ringing.

Qin Ge stood up, picked up the test paper and walked over.

Xiong De has already returned, and his feelings have long since recovered.

When he saw Qin Ge coming over with the test paper, his eyes looking at Qin Ge became softer and kinder.

As for the poem made by Qin Ge, Xiong De can only use the word "genius" to describe it.

After handing in the test papers, Qin Ge was out of school.

I got out of school an hour early, which felt very cool!

When Qin Ge arrived home, his mother hadn't gotten off work yet, and his father hadn't confiscated the stall.

Qin Ge turned on the computer and entered the writer's backstage as usual, and as soon as he clicked in, there was a pop-up window of unread information.

"Your work has been noticed by the editors, please keep up the good work."

Qin Ge rolled his eyes, and if he paid attention, he would pay attention, as for sending a message alone.

Qin Ge looked at the number jù, and at noon, the number jù had changed significantly.

Recommendation votes went from 299 to 530, favorites from 189 to 820, and reviews from 23 to 145. Even the tipping has changed from one without one to 13 people.

The 13 readers were all rewarded with 100 book coins, which is 1 yuan.

There was very little money, but it made Qin Ge very excited.

This means that the reader recognizes his book, and it means that someone likes his book.

Qin Ge closed the website and began to continue the manuscript storage journey, at his current speed, he could write a chapter in almost twenty minutes.

At this time, the magic capital is in the company that created the world Chinese network.

The editor-in-chief of Group 5 sat in his office and looked at the few novels that Wutong submitted for signing today. Overall, he is quite satisfied with these novels.

But there was one book that he didn't really like.

It's this "The Best Child".

The current creation of the world is the world of Lao Baiwen, and Xiao Baiwen is no longer popular, he feels that a book like this Xiaobai will not have market value.

He pressed the company's internal phone and called Sycamore.

"Sycamore, come in."

A few minutes after hanging up the phone, Wutong walked in.

"Editor-in-chief, are you looking for me?"

"Sit."

After Wutong sat down, the editor-in-chief said: "Wutong, I have read all the novels you submitted today, and most of them are not bad, but there is one book that is too white." ”

As soon as Wutong heard it, he knew which one the editor-in-chief was talking about, and it must be the book "The Best Son".

To be honest, he also thinks this book is very white, but I have to admit that although this book is very white, it is really well written.

Wutong said: "Editor-in-chief, although this book is a little white, the writing is very smooth, and it is also very relaxed, I think it still has market value." ”

The editor-in-chief shook his head and said, "You also know that the readers of our website have long passed the era of reading Xiaobaiwen, and the current Xiaobaiwen is not popular." If this book is signed, it will not achieve much success, and it will only occupy the recommended resources of the website. ”

Sycamore was silent, he knew what the editor-in-chief meant, he didn't want to sign the book.

Wutong thought for a while and said, "Editor-in-chief, I personally still think that this book has a certain market. ”

The editor-in-chief was not angry, he was not a dictator, he respected the editor's advice below, and asked, "Oh, then you can talk about it." ”

Wutong sorted out the language and said: "Editor-in-chief, I think that today's readers reading novels are nothing more than a relaxation, I have made a rough statistics, and the people who read novels are nothing more than divided into two categories, one is office workers, and the other is students. ”

"Generally speaking, when students come home after school, they read novels just to relax, and the same is true for office workers, they read novels to relax their nerves after a long day of work. So I think there must be a market for Xiaobaiwen, but at present, it seems that there is no particularly well-written Xiaobaiwen. But this does not mean that Xiaobaiwen has no market. ”

The editor-in-chief nodded while listening, he admitted that what Wutong said was very reasonable, but subconsciously, he still felt that this "Best Boy" was too white, and it was impossible for too many people to like to read it.

But what Wutong said did make sense, he pondered for a few seconds, and said: "That's it, wait for him to write 100,000 words, if he can insist on writing 100,000 words, he will sign." You also know that there are too many eunuchs of the author now, this author should be a newcomer, such an author is very easy to be a eunuch, if he can stick to 100,000 words, he will sign a contract. What do you think? ”

The last sentence asked by the editor-in-chief was obviously asking for Wutong's opinion.

Wutong also feels that what the editor-in-chief said makes sense, there is no threshold for online writers, which attracts I don't know how many authors, and countless new authors pour into the industry every day. But every day there are also authors who give up for an unknown number of days.

After Wutong left the editor-in-chief's office and returned to his seat, he exhaled softly, no matter what, the book can be signed, but only if this author can write 100,000 words.

"Hey, Sycamore, do you have any good books lately?" It was the editor of the four groups who spoke, and the screen name was Black Night.

Wutong thought to himself, everyone is an editor, maybe he can take a look at this book, so that he can also get a more objective evaluation.

Wutong said: "There is really one, you search for it, the name of the book is "The Best Son". ”

The dark night pursed his lips, and said while searching for books: "The title of this book is too white." ”

Click in and take a look, and said, "No, it's less than 30,000 words, hey, Wutong, what is there to see in this braille." ”

Wutong said: "This is a new author, I think it's not bad after reading it, you can take a look." ”

I looked at it in the dark night, and suddenly smashed my mouth, and said: "Damn, this book is so powerful, only more than 20,000 words, there are so many recommended votes, and there are still people who give rewards, and there are a lot of messages, obediently, this shouldn't be the vest opened by a great god, right?" ”

Wutong shook his head and said, "It should be a newcomer, at least no one on my side of the author has opened a vest." ”

The night sighed and said, "I have to take a good look at what is written in this book, and there is such a score in this number of words." ”