Time passed minute by minute, and after reading the introduction, the editor turned the page faster and turned directly to the text. Seeing this, Li Ruotong secretly thought in his heart that it was over, he read it so fast, he definitely didn't like it, and he was going to rush people after turning a few pages quickly.

Li Ruotong nervously pulled the sleeve of Ying Sick's shirt, with an anxious look on his face, feeling that the emperor was not in a hurry and the palace maid was in a hurry. Win the disease has seen it and felt funny, and felt slightly moved, but he has twelve points of confidence in this novel from beginning to end, unlike the general erotic novels such as Xun Qin Ji and the clouds and rain, for orthodox newspapers like Ming Pao, there is no problem with the quality of the writing and content of this novel, if this is not clear, he thinks that Ming Pao really has no eyes.

The editor's expression changed from indifferent to interested, and then to Yan Sù one by one, and after a while, he suddenly picked up the manuscript, Huo Ran stood up, and said bluntly in Li Ruotong's decadent expression of bowing his head and smiling: "Please follow me!"

His expression became very cautious, and his attitude towards Ying Sick himself also changed greatly, and the colleagues around him were also shocked by his actions and looked at him in surprise.

Holding back the excited look on his face, the middle-aged editor did not squint at the colleagues around him, and took the two of them to take care of themselves, leaving the office His pace accelerated in vain, and the two of them had to speed up to keep up, and the three of them did not say a word.

Win the illness has pulled the confused little girl Li Ruotong up to the floor, busy and full of positive and surging vitality of the building.

The three of them soon came to a much quieter floor with separate offices.

Turning the corner and walking a short distance, the middle-aged editor led the two to stop in front of the door of the editor-in-chief of Ming Pao Monthly.

The middle-aged editor knocked politely on the door.

"Tuk-tuk—"

Soon a majestic voice came from inside: "Come in." ”

The middle-aged editor stretched out his hand and motioned for him to come in.

Ying Sick has let go of the hand that had been holding Li Ruotong, nodded lightly at her, and straightened her appearance. Twisting the doorknob slightly, he walked in quietly.

Upon entering, it was a very simple office, with no frills other than a desk, a bookcase full of books, and a few chairs.

On the throne sat a man who was not tall and had a Chinese face, his eyes were bright, and his face was solemn and solemn.

The middle-aged editor was very respectful in the face of this person, and said cautiously: "Editor-in-chief Hu, I found a very wonderful novel just now, and I found that the content is very good, and I bring it to you for appreciation."

The man nodded and spoke slowly, "Take it."

The middle-aged editor respectfully presented the manuscript with both hands, and after the editor-in-chief took it, he glanced at him and said, "Then I'll go down and get busy first."

After speaking, he turned to the two of them, nodded lightly and stepped out of the door, closing the door by the way, and letting them communicate.

In the face of the two of them, the editor-in-chief Hu became gentle and kind in the next moment. They smiled at Ying Sick: "Little friend, you sit." ”

"Thank you." Hearing this, Ying Zhiji pulled Li Ruotong to sit on the two chairs in front of the desk in front of him.

Ying Sick has glanced at the standing card with the position and name written on the table, editor-in-chief: Hu Bingwen.

This period of time is not in vain, I have checked a lot of Hong Kong and Taiwan newspapers and periodicals, and naturally I will not let go of the situation that Ming Pao is the first choice for submission, this editor-in-chief Hu, although his real name is Bingwen, he is indeed known to be the name of Juren.

At that time, the Ming Pao monthly magazine was created, and Hu Juren worked in the editorial department of the U.S. government's publications promoting American culture in Hong Kong, with a monthly salary of 1,200 Hong Kong dollars, which was regarded as an advantage or inferior, with a high salary, many holidays, a stable career, simple personnel, and a pension after ten years. Jin Yong offered a monthly salary of 2,000 Hong Kong dollars, editor-in-chief, and full responsibility for editorial affairs without being asked, and sincerely invited the chrysanthemum people to join the "bright moon".

Historically, he has served in Mingyue for more than ten years, and is highly praised by many Hong Kong people as a chrysanthemum, and he will make a high-level comprehensive intellectual reading, Yin Haiguang, Xu Fuguan, Mou Zongsan, Zhou Cezong, Yu Yingshi, Xia Zhiqing, Li Oufan, Nie Hualing, Chen Ruoxi, Liu Shuxian, Wang Rongzu, Lin Yusheng, Xia Ji'an, Jin Yaoji, Yu Guangzhong, Chen Zifan, Tang Degang...... Many influential scholars and writers from Hong Kong, Taiwan and overseas often write articles for "Mingyue", which is a veritable golden signboard for Mingyue.

According to Lung Yingtai's recollections, even in the 70s, most of Taiwan's college students absorbed the cultural nutrients of the "bright moon" and grew up in this nourishment.

All kinds of reputations, chrysanthemum ability can be seen.

This middle-aged screenwriter brought Ying Sick to him, which is also an interesting thing, he won't know what the content of Mingyue's publication is, obviously he likes the style and content of Sou Shen Ji's novel to fit this column.

There was a pause.

After the two of them sat down, Editor-in-Chief Hu took a deep look at Ying Zhi.

First impressions are often important, and only a handful of people don't care about that.

Although most editors only value the work and do not look at people, this does not prevent them from looking at people by their appearance, and it is their free choice to treat people and make friends.

Hu Juren only glanced at it, and felt that this young man was very charming, not only his good face, but also that he had a pair of eyes with bright pupils, and his eyes bloomed with a deep halo that could capture people's souls, which made people a little reluctant to take away the eyes that looked at him, but they were a little uncomfortable with his faintly formed royal momentum.

As for the young Lori next to him, Hu Juren didn't care much. But then again...... This little girl is quite eye-catching.

slender body, waist so thin that you can't hold it; In particular, a pair of clear pupils, coupled with the nose and face shape lip flaps, are indeed a rare beauty embryo when combined.

Ahem, after Hu Juren glanced at Li Ruotong twice, he focused on winning the disease, after all, he was the one who was the main talker, which he could still see as an old Jianghu.

"Lao Xing rarely brings people to see me directly, it seems that you are very special." He said this sentence first, and then asked with an amiable smile: "You are called Win Sick Self?"

After reading the signature of Ying Sick in Sou Shen Ji, it is not surprising to know his name.

Ying Zhiji looked at him squarely and said, "Yes, Editor Hu, I am the author of this novel, please be elegant!"

Hu Juren subconsciously avoided his gaze, and he found that the young man's gaze was as deep as nine shadows, and the depth was permeated with two strands of silver thread-like essence, which made the person looking at him have a strong sense of oppression. Hu Juren was secretly embarrassed, how could this kid not look like a peer at all, very much like an old man who has been in the world for many years, a middle-aged uncle.

He sat upright without changing his face, but for a short moment, only Li Ruotong's cold face appeared boring.

After being silent for a while, Hu Juren opened the manuscript and looked at it carefully, he was also very busy, but he really wanted to see what was unique about the novel recommended by the senior editor.

As a writer, an editor-in-chief, and a big editor-in-chief who has written fiction papers, there is no doubt about his literary literacy and appreciation.

Time ticked by, and Ying Zhiji and Li Ruotong waited quietly for him to finish appreciating.

"Morning dew epiphany, close to the end of the world, humanity is the Yellow River ten songs, after all, it flows eastward. Eight thousand years old, withered overnight, ask the sky why ...... in this life"

At the beginning of Sou Shen Ji, Hu Juren, who likes to use analogy, was shocked, and he couldn't imagine that a martial arts novel would start with such a classical poem.

Hu has always read books very quickly, because he was in a hurry, but this time it was different, he gradually became fascinated, attracted by the novel ancient world inside, and unconsciously read 100,000 words, until his neck was sore and his hands were sore, Huo Ran raised his head, stared at Ying Yiji, and an excited and confused expression appeared on his face.

Serializing novels in newspapers is actually quite like the Internet serialization of later generations, that is, it is necessary to keep thousands of words updated every day, and to conceive the plot, which often fails to take care of the words, and even the plot is incoherent, various bugs and the like are common.

Lao Jin is a martial arts master, but even when it is his turn to serialize, he can't avoid the occurrence of these various situations. In the era of winning the disease, the Jin Yong novels I saw were basically all fine works that were carefully crafted by others. Therefore, the most important point of using paper media to serialize novels in newspapers lies in the plot itself, and the writing becomes secondary.

Guanying Sick Brother's novel, logically speaking, does not have too many flaws and unspeakable, and the subject matter is unique, the paragraphs are clear, the plot is weird, the ups and downs, the main line is clear, fascinating, and the gorgeous shows extraordinary literary skills.

In his eyes, Sou Shen Ji is not just a novel with extraordinary writing, the mythological drama ** thing, for Hu Juren, the editor-in-chief, Sou Shen Ji in this era, it is enough to be comparable to the legend of the Shushan Swordsman of the Lord of Huanzhu Building, and it is the same as a strange book, just like the lightning that pierces the night sky in the dark, and it is like the sunshine that tears through the dark clouds, which makes him drink nectar in an instant.

Through the profound words of the cat and bear, the chrysanthemum seems to see the heroic posture of using God's perspective to win the disease, looking at the wolf and walking the dragon; It is as if I have seen a pair of elusive and mysterious hands, holding a big pen like a rafter, writing the wisdom of the world's articles; It seems to have seen the countless heroic spirit of the country and the country!

This book must be liked, and twelve likes!

Juren's eyes were fiery, once this novel is published, in this martial arts century novel, it is guaranteed to make people's eyes shine and be full of praise.

Ju Wenqing was sick again, and it took a long time to ask the question in his heart to win the disease, is this really written by the winner? It's a question.

Fortunately, he knows everything about winning the disease, and he has a lot of treasures about the meaning outline of this Sou Shen Ji, so that Hu Juren does not doubt him. After a few more small talks, the next step is the real meat dish:

Negotiate and sign the contract!