Seeing Wang Conglun holding the envelope and running back with a cigarette, as if he was afraid that he would regret it, Zhang Yiyuan touched his chin and laughed silently.

In fact, his proposal still has a slight adverse impact on the "Story Version", and the serialization must have a beginning and an end, and the half-cut will cause dissatisfaction among readers. If Zhang Yiyuan was only the editor-in-chief of "Story Edition", then he would definitely not put forward this kind of opinion, and he would not allow half of the damage to "Story Edition".

But what Wang Conglun didn't know was that Zhang Yiyuan had plans to go further, where there were people, there were rivers and lakes, and the Ancient Legend Magazine was not a group of harmony. And if you want to go further, you can't do it by inviting guests to dinner, you must not only do the work at hand well, but also have a view of the overall situation.

will only stare at one acre and three points of land, how can you lead the entire magazine well.

Supporting "Martial Arts Edition" is the embodiment of his Zhang Yiyuan's overall view.

On the other hand, Wang Conglun didn't think much about Zhang Yiyuan's attitude at all, for him, the biggest energy was to perfect the launch of "Ancient Legends: Martial Arts Edition".

got the ten-page letter manuscript of "The Four Famous Capture of the Kanto", Wang Conglun immediately called the editors and began to review the manuscript. Although he is the editor-in-chief, he also consults with his colleagues.

It only takes two or three minutes to read the content of more than 10,000 words, so after half an hour, the editors in the entire office have already read it.

"Boss, this manuscript is of very high quality, the writing is concise, the story is compact, and there is a rushing atmosphere when it reads, which is very martial arts." Dugu squeezed his eyes, his pseudonym is quite cool, but he looks more obscene.

Bi Wanzhen is a female editor, with a little bit of a little woman's charm, she said: "I like the name cold-blooded very much, the four famous catchers, iron hands, ruthless, cold-blooded, chasing life, so mastery." ”

"It feels very flavorful, it's really a good article, is there anything else behind, boss?" Chu Tian asked unsatisfactorily.

Wang Conglun spread his hands: "The author may be a freshman in high school, a novice submitted, he doesn't understand anything, he won't say anything if he has a small number of words, and he also submitted it to the "Story Edition", and it took me a lot of effort to get it from Lao Zhang. But Lao Zhang is a good person, and he is going to publish the beginning in the "Story Edition" and advertise it for us. ”

"That's a good feeling, what we're missing now is publicity." Li Qiuyu said excitedly.

Su Ruji said very calmly: "I counted it, this manuscript has a total of more than 12,500 words, put it on the trial issue, a little short, after all, it is not a short martial arts, it is a long serial." ”

"Short, it doesn't matter, let's see if we can contact the author and ask him to send the rest over...... In any case, this manuscript deserves to be published. Wang Conglun said decisively.

"Do you pay the manuscript fee according to the newcomer price?"

"This quality is a little less expensive for newcomers, and it is raised to two hundred words per thousand. When contacting the author, make a special mention of the increase in remuneration, so that the author must continue to write a higher quality manuscript, and we will charge as much as you want! I have a hunch that this Zhang Tan and Tan Zhang have the potential of martial arts everyone. ”

……

Zhang Tan didn't know that his manuscript had set off a wave of influence in the Ancient Legend Magazine.

He was busy haggling with a sportswear shop in Shuangdun Town, and now it was 2001, and a genuine set of jerseys cost hundreds of yuan, and ordinary students couldn't afford to buy them, so they could only buy knockoffs. Copycats do not mean poor quality, in fact, the quality of copycats is very good, the jersey that Zhang Tan bought in his last life was not rotten until he was reborn, but the printed words on his chest fell.

"I'll buy it for twenty yuan a piece, I buy more, eleven pieces!"

"Young man, you bargain too hard, I lose twenty-one, thirty, thirty is already the cheapest price."

"Boss, for the sake of us all students, let's charge less."

"Ouch, young man, I don't support you students, but I also want to eat when I open a shop, right, otherwise, I will give you twenty-five pieces, which is really the lowest price, and I can't do this business if I want to lower it."

"I've given you the money to print the number."

"Okay, then."

At the moment, Zhang Tan bargained with the boss and set the result at twenty-fifty-one, which is almost the lowest price of the copycat jersey, and the printing number is also attached.

handed over the height and number of the eleven people to the boss, and paid a deposit of 100 yuan first, and then Zhang Tan left.

After eating a fried rice, I walked slowly around Shuangdun Town.

To be honest, after the excitement of rebirth has passed, my heart is actually very empty. In his previous life, he was not successful, and he longed for it, and God could give him a chance to do it again. But when I really started over, I suddenly realized that the life of the previous life was also very difficult to give up.

For better or for worse, that's a part of Zhang Tan's life.

You can't say forget it.

"But I always have to learn to accept it, my opportunities are what others can't want, and there's no reason not to pursue a better life." Touching his fake hairstyle, Zhang Tan became more and more decisive in his heart.

The previous life is the previous life, this life is this life, and you must break free from the shackles of the previous life in order to live a chic life in this life.

"God, I'm Zhang Tan, promise you!"

"This life is absolutely wonderful, chic, and meaningful!"

……

The formation of a football team is one of the biggest events in the class at this stage.

Zhang Tan was busy with this, going back and forth between the student dormitories of the second year of high school and the first year of high school, mainly discussing the competition with the students who were preparing for the football match in the second year of high school. Many students in the school, he has a vague impression, so he is more or less familiar, and others also regard him as the speaker of the football team in the fifth class of high school.

Of course, the rest of the football team in the class has no opinion, and even if they have opinions, they are embarrassed to bring them up, because Zhang Tan didn't say who would be the captain, but he put the captain's hat directly on his head.

create a fait accompli.

Unknowingly, Zhang Tan replaced Zhu Ran in his previous life and became the leader of the fifth class of high school.

When I was a student, there were always one or two students who were the people of the class, representing their own class and communicating with other classes. This time, Zhang Tan didn't actually want to steal the limelight from others, but he didn't have the heart to study, and he didn't have the money to go outside to be chic, so he could only call for wind and rain in the school and shake his spirits.

are all students, it is not difficult for Zhang Tan to fool them, and in just two days, he has almost become a flag-bearer among the freshmen of high school.

Especially because of the football game, many freshmen in high school know that there is a Zhang Tan in the fifth class of high school.

The girls in the class also like to talk to Zhang Tan when they get out of class, and when they meet them on the way, they always have to say a few words. The green girls are as young as bean sprouts, but age can't hide them, otherwise the beauty and natural beauty of the wind and dust.

Surrounded by little girls, this makes the strange Shu Huang Zhang Tan feel a special flavor in his heart.

"Hey, Zhang Tan, when will your football team start playing?" The questioner was Zhu Xingxing, a little girl dressed very rustic, and beside her, there were two girls in the same dormitory, Lu Jing and Tao Jing.

Lu Jing held Tao Jing's hand very gently, and only occasionally used her afterglow to sweep Zhang Tan, who was walking in the posture of Hangerlang.

"In a week, I'm just starting to form a football team, and I can't play without any preparation." Zhang Tan said, turning his head to look at the three girls beside him.

Inadvertently, he looked at Lu Jing once.

Zhang Tan did not have the panic of the first brother, but generously rippled an upturned arc.

Lu Jing seemed to have a deer running by in her heart, and quickly turned her head to the other side, not daring to look at Zhang Tan again.

This made Zhang Tan feel very funny, such a panicked performance, a long time ago, he also had.

"Youth, whose waist did you hit again?"