Zhongyuan City, Provincial Hospital. Romance debuts

On Monday morning, Yuan Yan sat behind his desk, drinking tea and reading the newspaper, but his face did not look so leisurely.

"Knock knock!"

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Yuan Yan shouted majestically. It was his secretary who entered, holding a special issue of a harvest novel that smelled of ink.

The secretary stepped forward respectfully, and he didn't even bother to wipe the beads of sweat that rolled down his forehead.

"Dean, I found the harvest novel number you wanted." The secretary very meekly placed the book gently on Yuan's desk.

"Hmmm! You go out. Yuan Yan glanced at the book on the table and said.

After the secretary left, Yuan Yan picked up the book on the table and let out a cold snort from his nose: "Hmph! A little fart child, how can he be so taken seriously, people's eyes are blind? ”

At about ten o'clock in the morning on Friday, he deliberately asked his secretary to get a special issue of a harvest novel for himself. Who knows, more than an hour later, the secretary came back sweating profusely and told Yuan Yan with a panicked face: The harvest novel special issue is out of stock in all bookstores in the city and cannot be bought.

This made Yuan Yan very angry.

He also thought the secretary was fooling him.

The harvest novel special issue has just been launched, right? How is it possible to sell so fast? It's out of stock in less than half a day, what about the liar?

Yuan Yan lashed out at his secretary.

But then, he learned about it through a friend, and found out that what his secretary said was true.

This surprised him even more.

I called my friends around and asked who had a harvest of the novel special number that I could borrow and read.

His friends are naturally in the circle, and they are very concerned about the harvest of the newly launched novel special issue, and they must go to buy a copy to see it.

Yuan Yan made a few phone calls, and his friends all said that he had this book, but he was reading it, and he couldn't borrow it in the short term.

Yuan Yan has no way.

I had to call my secretary again and told him to think of whatever he wanted. Help yourself get a harvest novel number.

I didn't expect that he would really find a copy for himself today.

Yuan Yan turned the pages of the book, and the first thing he looked at was the table of contents.

Actually, because it's a novel special number. There are only three novels in this issue, and there is no table of contents, the table of contents is an introduction and editor's recommendation of these three novels.

Xiao Fei's novel is the title of this issue.

That is, the so-called main feature, blockbuster work.

His novel occupies two-thirds of the space in this special issue, with more than 200,000 words. The other two novels are more than 100,000 words, and the other is only 80,000 words.

Looking at the editor's introduction, what "This is a genius book dedicated by a genius boy", what "Although it is written by a 19-year-old boy, it has a mature and magnificent style, and writes all the joys and sorrows of the various characters in the reality of this land, which makes people want to read it", what "It has a simple narrative style, strong ideology, and extremely high value. It is a rare masterpiece of our time".

Praise like this abounds.

This Nima can really blow!

Is it really good to use so many good words in a child's graffiti?

Aren't you afraid that readers won't buy it and be slapped in the face in reality?

Yuan Yan thought indignantly, and he firmly believed that a 19-year-old child could not write anything good, maybe it was just a random pile of words.

Can it also be called a big book? Can it also be called a masterpiece?

He wants to take a good look at what kind of bullshit this so-called young genius is writing about.

He began to read.

The narrative perspective at the beginning is very unique, and it is actually the perspective of an unborn baby who is still in the womb to tell the story.

Yuan Yan pursed his lips and gave a comment: Sensationalism! Is this also called stream of consciousness? It's very young, and the pediatrics are very immature!

He then looked down.

At first, his face was full of disdain. muttered: "What a thing is written, what a thing!" ”

Gradually, his carelessness was put away, and a heart began to follow the author's narration. With the ups and downs of the fortunes of the characters in the book.

In this way, he sat at his desk almost all afternoon reading Xiao Fei's novels.

It wasn't until he was about to leave work that he sighed and stopped.

At this moment, his heart was full of jealousy!

Why is such a good novel written by a little kid? And not what I wrote? If I write it. How nice should it be?

Yuan Yan fantasized that the author's name of the novel became his own, so the praise of the writer's friends came, and the flowers and applause instantly surrounded him, and then, he became one of the most important writers in China, won the Mao Dun Award, a household name, and all eyes were admired......

He snorted.

Come to your senses.

Yuan Yan smacked his lips, it's a pity! Such a good work is hung in the name of a little kid, isn't this a waste of dry food?

He shook his head regretfully and sighed as if his wallet had been stolen by a thief.

At this time, a thought rose in his mind: Is this book really written by this 19-year-old boy named "Xiao Fei"? It can't be plagiarized, right?

As soon as this idea arose, he himself vetoed it.

It's just a middle school student in a small county, what high-level people can you come into contact with? If anyone could write a long story like this, I'm afraid it would have risen to fame a long time ago, right? Will someone copy the work?

Plagiarizing other people's works is really unrealistic.

Just as Yuan Yan was thinking wildly, there was another knock on the door outside.

It was his secretary who knocked on the door.

"What's the matter?" When the secretary stood still at his desk, Yuan Yan asked.

The secretary wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: "Dean, a middle-aged man came outside, saying that he wanted to complain to the leaders of the academy about the novel "The Fish Walking on Land", he said that this novel is a work he carefully created, and now it has been plagiarized by the person named Xiao Fei, he must talk to the leader about it, but Dean Zhang is not there, look, you can't see that person?" ”

Yuan Yan is the vice president of the Hexi Provincial Academy.

The dean Zhang in the secretary's words, named Zhang Mingyuan, is the leader of the hospital, Dean Zhengyin.

Zhang Mingyuan is a well-known critic in this province. He came from a science and engineering background and worked as a bridge engineer many years ago. But he loves to read and write in his spare time, and in his early years he published a series of influential comments, which made him famous in one fell swoop, and then switched to the system, and has been sitting in the position of president of the Hexi Provincial Academy for more than eight years.

What the?

Someone actually complained that Xiao Fei's "Fish Walking on Land" was a plagiarized work?

Yuan Yan came to his senses when he landed, and he was worried about the maggots.

"Call him in! I'll talk to him! Yuan Yan commanded very happily.

So the secretary went out and called them in. Yuan Yan looked at it, and the visitor was wearing a dirty short-sleeved white shirt, gray pants were also filthy, his hair was unkempt, and he was wearing a pair of glasses with dust and unknown objects on the lenses.

There was a rancid and foul smell from this man's body.

Not only that, but he also looked like he was dragging and very arrogant, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

Yuan Yan frowned, such a down-and-out guy, can you believe what he said? (To be continued.) )xh118