Early in the morning, Yuan Yan arrived at his office, and the secretary had already cleaned the office for him, made him a cup of strong tea and put it on the table, and the newspapers he wanted to read were neatly stacked.

The air conditioner was also turned on for a while, and now the indoor temperature is 26 or 7 degrees, which is very suitable.

Yuan Yan sat down in a chair, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and breathed a comfortable sigh of relief.

He is the vice president of the H Provincial Academy of Literature, a first-class national literary creation, and a well-known writer in the province. He is forty-five years old, and he is barely a young writer.

Yuan's grim reputation is not very good in the literary circles of H Province.

According to word of mouth, he was able to sit in his current position and publish books one after another, all by drilling camps. He was originally a creator of a county cultural center below, but because he hugged a few big thick legs and was good at touting sycophancy, he was promoted again and again, and finally went to the province and became the vice president of the Faculty of Letters.

Many honest writers in the circle despise him.

Many people privately say that his works are still at the level of amateur authors.

In other words, his language has not yet passed, and his works are shallow and vulgar, and they are unbearable to read.

The rumors spread a lot, and naturally they reached the ears of Yuan Yan.

He was very angry, and he always wanted to slap his face back with high-level creative achievements, proving that his country's first-class creative level was not for nothing, and his creative level was still very high.

Therefore, Yuan Yan has been very diligent recently, in addition to reading a few newspapers at work every day, he sits down and concentrates on creation, in addition to writing novels, he also writes short novels, small essays, etc., and writes one or two every day, and then sends them to several newspapers in the city.

And several newspapers also sold his face, and articles appeared in the newspapers almost every day.

That's a very productive time.

He knows himself and feels that the quality of his works is still very high, the ideological level is still very profound, and the artistic value is still very rich.

Every time he read his own articles published in various newspapers, he read them over and over again.

The more I look at it, the more I feel that the text is very classic, the writing is very interesting, and every sentence has an extraordinary artistic conception.

Others in the Faculty of Arts were also very positive about his articles. This made Yuan Yan very proud, and he thought that all the praise was sincere and heartfelt. It's really good to write it yourself!

Yuan Yan took a sip of tea, habitually picked up the newspaper on the table and began to read.

He always reads the supplement first when he reads the newspaper.

He suddenly remembered that he had sent two articles to the evening newspaper two days ago, but they were not published yesterday, so will they be sent out today?

In this way, he first picked up the Z City Evening News.

Yuan Yan actually doesn't contribute much to the evening newspaper, because as the vice president of the Faculty of Arts and a well-known writer, how can he take the initiative to submit articles when he has to put up a shelf and wait for the editor to give him an appointment?

That's too bad for identity.

However, but, that damn Liu Zelai, just a small editor, didn't take the initiative to ask him for a manuscript once.

Every time Yuan Yan thought of this, he was so angry that he couldn't do it.

Every time he flips through the supplement of the Z City Evening News, he will mumble while reading it with disdain, what kind of bullshit manuscript is this, and it is also sent out, insulting the reader's IQ?

Two days ago, he really couldn't hold back, so he submitted the two small drafts that he thought he was most proud of to Liu Zelai, and he wanted him to see what kind of small manuscripts are timeless and beautiful good manuscripts!

If he took the initiative to submit his post, Liu Zelai would not post it.

This shows that Liu Zelai has prejudices against himself.

That's a shame.

Is it really easy to mess with when he is serious?

What right do you, a little supplement editor, have to despise me? Isn't it just a small supplement editor? If you have a little right to publish, do you dare to use your power for personal gain, and use some uninformed relationship manuscripts?

It's a bit too rampant.

Yuan Yan thought indignantly, opened the page of today's Z City Evening News supplement, glanced at it twice, and his heart was cold, but he still didn't have his own works.

A hint of shame, a hint of anger, spontaneously.

I am a famous writer, the vice president of the Provincial Academy of Literature and Literature took the initiative to submit a manuscript to you, and you didn't send it to me in a hurry, what do you want to do?

Blind?

It's just that the literary accomplishment is almost there, and I can't see the depth of my manuscript.

But it's time to see who I am and what I am, right?

Could it be that the manuscript was lost? Yuan Yanyan's face was gloomy, and he held his chin in his hand, and found a reasonably reasonable explanation for this anomaly.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door of Yuan Yan's office.

The secretary walked in: "Dean, your letter. ”

Yuan Yan took the letter from the secretary's hand and waved his hand: "It's okay, you go out first." ”

The secretary withdrew, and Yuan Yan glanced at the letter in his hand, which was actually sent by the Z City Evening News, and his brows furrowed slightly.

How could the evening newspaper write to me?

Isn't it okay to just make an office phone or mobile phone?

Yes, Yuan Yan has been equipped with a mobile phone, which in 1996, it is definitely a very bullish communication assembly, walking on the street with a mobile phone while walking, pulling the wind and dropping very!

He opened the letter and began to read it.

His face began to turn pale.

A fire of anger began to burn in his eyes.

His body trembled with anger.

"Click-"

After reading the letter, Yuan Yan tore the letter paper to shreds and threw it on the table. What a shame, what a shame!

Yuan Yan never expected that this would be a rejection letter. That's right, it is a rejection letter written by Liu Zelai, editor of the Baihuatai supplement of the Z City Evening News.

The two manuscripts sent by Yuan Yan two days ago were returned by Liu Zelai.

The letter said that the manuscript was not well written in the style of Baihuatai Supplement, and pointed out a bunch of faults: what was written too trivial, the sentences were too verbose, the coherence was not clear, and the reading was very bland. Liu Zelai also "faked" said that this is by no means the best work of Vice President Yuan, if it is published and let readers see it, readers will despise Vice President Yuan's level because of this.

This Nima's face was swollen.

This Liu Zelai is too unsympathetic, right?

In any case, he is also a well-known writer in this province, how can he make such a brainless move as rejecting the manuscript? Isn't he afraid of my revenge?

Yuan Yan spun around the office a few times like a raging beast.

He's going crazy.

Now, his mind is full of thoughts, how to retaliate back, how to let this little editor just roll up and leave.

But no matter how he thinks about it, he feels that it is not so easy to clean up a person who is not a unit at all.

After being angry for a while, he calmed down, sat down and began to read the supplement of the evening newspaper Baihuatai spread out on the table, so he saw Xiao Fei's column on the headline.