Wu Huarong, one of the veteran editors-in-chief of newspapers and magazines, has been famous in the entire review world since Wu Huarong unearthed a martial arts god five years ago.

It's just that the more you go to the back, with the accumulation of time, the current market has become more and more white, although Wu Huarong is also reviewing the manuscript, relatively speaking, the treatment is also very good, but Wu Huarong knows one thing, that is, basically after someone sends the manuscript over.

It is rarely his turn to review the manuscript, and even if he does, if he refuses, other editors-in-chief will agree.

After all, it is now the era of Xiaobaiwen's fast reading and consumption, and this era has just started, and it will definitely get better and better in the future, Wu Huarong naturally knows this.

Just as I was about to get off work, there was a knock on the door.

I thought it was someone under him, but when I reported something, I found that the person who walked in turned out to be Song Yuechen.

At this moment, Song Yuechen's expression remained calm, there was no anger or joy, he just held a manuscript in his hand and put it in front of Wu Huarong.

"Uncle Wu, come and see this manuscript." After Song Yuechen put the manuscript in front of him, Wu Huarong couldn't help but show a slight look of surprise, because basically one-third of the manuscripts of the entire newspaper and magazine are now Song Yuechen speaking.

He said that if he is qualified, he is basically qualified, and if he is not qualified, he is basically unqualified.

At the beginning, Wu Huarong read a manuscript and thought it was okay, which was very good, but Song Yuechen said no, and the two had a little estrangement, and in the end, although Wang Jia agreed to accept the manuscript, he gave himself a face.

However, the result was that the book was serialized in newspapers and magazines, and many readers wrote letters and scolded him, and since that incident, Wu Huarong basically won't read any manuscripts, and in two years, he will retire.

It's just that I didn't expect that this time Song Yuechen would actually send the manuscript over?

This is still a relatively rare thing.

"What is this?" Wu Huarong said curiously.

"A friend of Mr. Wang's handed over the manuscript, I thought it was okay after reading it, and offered a price of 60 for 1,000 words, but Mr. Wang said, let you take a look at it and then make a final decision."

Song Yuechen said.

Now Wu Huarong is even more curious.

At the age of fifty-five, he held the manuscript, lifted his glasses, and looked down.

The title of the book is "Zhu Xian".

As soon as he saw this name, Wu Huarong was a little interested at the moment, because most of the titles of the books were sent.

XX martial arts master in the city, XX young hero tour!

Now come to a Zhuxian, a very popular but also classical name, elegant but not vulgar.

Looking at the prologue, Wu Huarong looked at it very seriously, little by little, basically didn't miss a word, in fact, Zhu Xian's novel is indeed to be read carefully little by little, if you look at ten lines, you can't understand any plot and story at all.

and character building.

Zhu Xian is a novel with very good characters, and it is also a novel with a very good plot, in fact, many people who have read Zhu Xian's novels feel that Zhu Xian is just a martial arts romance novel with a fairy skin.

Fetters! Destiny! entangled together.

It's just a prologue, Wu Huarong watched it for about fifteen minutes, and at this time, Wu Huarong suddenly slapped his thigh, his eyes lit up and said, "Good book!" ”

Originally, Wu Huarong thought that Wang Jia's friend should be some rich second generation, and then have a dream of being a writer, so he would rather spend some money himself, or Wang Jia wanted this rich second generation to help and let them release the water.

But just a prologue, Wu Huarong couldn't help but praise.

The older generation of people read books, basically for one, writing!

If your writing is not good, it is unsightly, so you don't want to read it at all, to put it bluntly, you have a little literary blood in your bones, and you don't have too many commercial purposes, and now the new editors are all business, with the purpose of making money.

For them, novels are just a look at when everyone is bored, fast food consumption, but for the older generation, novels are a kind of literature, an attitude, even if it is an online novel, it should have its own pattern and dignity.

It's just that a lot of people ignore it.

But I have to admit that commercial fiction is indeed successful, and at the same time, the world is also a commercial world, what are you without money?

After reading the prologue, Wu Huarong soon continued to watch the next plot.

And just like that, little by little, time passed.

Half an hour!

An hour!

Two hours.

It was almost seven o'clock, and Wang Jia also urged a phone call, but Wu Huarong didn't pay attention to Wang Jia at all, Song Yuechen answered the phone, and just told Wang Jia that Wu Huarong was reviewing the manuscript.

Mo Yu on the other side was not in a hurry, he just waited quietly, which made Wang Jia even more curious.

She didn't read Mo Yu's novels, but when she saw Mo Yu's very calm appearance, she felt an indescribable sense of mystery, perhaps this is a kind of subconscious expression that is deeply hidden.

And so it went on until seven o'clock.

Song Yuechen really couldn't stay any longer, he was completely here as an ornament, and he was a little dissatisfied with Wu Huarong's slow reading, and when it was seven o'clock, Song Yuechen interrupted Wu Huarong's reading.

"Editor-in-Chief Wu, it's not early, it's already seven o'clock."

As soon as he said this, Wu Huarong woke up, he didn't notice the passage of time, and his mind was completely immersed in the novel Zhu Xian.

After waking up, Wu Huarong immediately squeezed the manuscript very tightly, looked at Song Yuechen and said, "Where is the person who submitted the manuscript?" ”

"What? Editor-in-Chief Wu: Your attitude towards this novel? Song Yuechen frowned, he also had a clear idea of his attitude towards this novel before, the writing is good, the plot is okay, but there is a point that is not suitable for the current rhythm of commercial fast food writing.

"This book is good, really good, I have a hunch that this book can break the current pattern of martial arts novels! Well, it must be possible, good, good, really good. ”

Wu Huarong was full of praise, and the manuscript he was holding was even tighter, if it wasn't for Song Yuechen interrupting his reading, I was afraid that he would have to read it before he came back to his senses.

"This? I think this manuscript is okay, writing and so on, but if you use business

Song Yuechen said loudly that he naturally has respect for these old editors, but work is work, respect is respect, and it is impossible for Song Yuechen to mix work and respect.

"Business! What a business! Suddenly, Wu Ronghua's expression changed, he seemed a little angry, and looked at Song Yuechen and roared: "You know business, business, isn't there business in this book?" Could it be that all the people in this world just read what kind of fast food you say? ”

Song Yuechen's face changed!

Since that incident, Wu Ronghua has never said anything to himself, but he didn't expect to yell at himself this time?

Taking a deep breath, Song Yuechen said, "Editor-in-Chief Wu, did you forget about the Seven Swords of Tianxia last time?" ”

The Seven Swords of Tianxia is a book that Wu Ronghua read last time, he obviously thought it was okay, and fought with Song Yuechen once, but he lost very badly that time, and he also lost the last bit of prestige.

So since that time, Wu Ronghua basically won't participate in the review of manuscripts, just sit in the newspapers and magazines, waiting for retirement.

But this time, that silent heart is once again on fire.

He had a gut feeling, an intuition that the book was going to be a hit, and he was looking forward to the moment.

"Where are the contributors? Is it where Mr. Wang? Wu Ronghua didn't want to say anything to Song Yuechen, so he just asked calmly.

"It's with Mr. Wang." Song Yuechen said.

At that moment, Wu Ronghua got up and walked out directly, Song Yuechen followed behind, not knowing what Wu Ronghua wanted to do.

After a while, Wu Ronghua walked to Mr. Wang's office, knocked on the door, and Wang Jia, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately opened the door, because the assistant had already left work at this time.

In the office, only Wang Jia and a young man sat there.

The man was not very old, twenty-two or three years old, wearing an ordinary white shirt, as if he was looking out the window boredly.

Truly!

Mo Yu was very bored, very boring, he sat from half past four in the afternoon to seven o'clock, and he didn't have anything to talk about with Wang Jia, and the two of them were awkward here for a while.

"Mr. Wang, may I ask where is the author of Zhuxian? Which one is it? Wu Ronghua looked at Wang Jia, with a look of excitement in his eyes, and a look of doubt at Mo Yu.

"Yes." Wang Jia nodded, and just when he wanted to speak, he immediately saw Wu Ronghua walking over and walking in front of Mo Yu, with a smile on his face, and at the same time, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes that could not be concealed.

I thought that the person who wrote the novel Zhu Xian should be at least in his thirties, but I didn't expect to be so young.

"May I ask if you are the author of Zhuxian?" Wu Ronghua looked at Mo Yu, and his tone seemed a little excited and excited.

"Uh, I am, hello." Mo Yu stood up, although he didn't know who the person in front of him was, but he guessed a little vaguely after careful guessing.

"How many words do you plan to have in this novel?" Wu Ronghua has the right to buy out up to 300 words per 1,000 words, as long as it is within 300 words per 1,000, he can agree to it in one bite, or even more than 300, he would rather gamble on his reputation than buy it out.

(Brothers, at this moment, I'm out of town, with another great god author in the Internet café codeword!) My body can't bear it, but I have to write! Today I was drinking with my friends, my head was dizzy, and my body was very uncomfortable, but I thought of everyone's support! I gritted my teeth and wrote a chapter, and the train went back at three o'clock in the afternoon, and today I will be three more! Midnight! You heard it right! Three more small bursts! Just ask for referral votes! Just collect! As long as the recommended votes reach 500 today! I'm willing to break out two more more! That is, five watches! Brothers! I really begged for a recommendation vote! During the new book, I don't pray for supergods, but we can't be superghosts, right? Thank you, Ansheng, Nalan Xiao Shu two children's shoes for the reward~~~~ Thank you brothers! Thank you to all the brothers and sisters! Ask for a referral ticket! Just ask everyone, do you want to do it! I'm not satisfied with the current results, are you convinced? If you don't accept it, just do it! ）