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"Are you done?" Liang Yinning took a thick stack of manuscript paper and asked.

"The sixteen emperors of the Ming Dynasty, this is just the first few chapters of Zhu Yuanzhang's chapter, how can it be so fast." Lin Jing didn't raise her head, still in ambush.

"Shall you leave it to our Bookworm Press for publication?"

"Not yet."

For the book "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty", although Lin Jing started to write it, she was apprehensive.

After all, this book is a bestseller in the Internet era more than 20 years later, and it is different from traditional martial arts novels such as "Heroes" and "Kunlun". This style of writing, this kind of writing, whether it will encounter Waterloo in this era, she has no bottom in her heart.

Therefore, she planned to submit the journal of New Asia College to test the water, instead of taking a risk and leaving it to Bookworm Publishing House to operate from the beginning.

Thinking of this, Lin Jing explained her doubts.

"People like me who don't like to read history books find it interesting and should be very popular." Liang Yinning said with a smile.

"Let's put it in the journal first."

"Since you insist, that'll work." Regarding Lin Jing's temperament, Liang Yinning is very clear, once one thing is decided, the nine cows can't be pulled back.

So the first volume of "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty", which is about 50,000 words, and part of Zhu Yuanzhang's manuscript, was quickly submitted to the academy journal, and then caused a small turmoil unknown to Lin Jing.

The next day, the editorial office of the journal of New Asia College.

A bespectacled, thoughtful-looking, meticulously groomed young man sits in front of his desk, reading a stack of newly submitted manuscripts. His name is Jiang Junru, and he is a senior student in the Department of History, and he has been recommended by Professor Zhou Ren of the department to serve as an associate editor of the journal for more than half a year.

"Those Things in the Ming Dynasty, hey, it's really crazy these days, it's a person who dares to run to write history." As he read it, he suddenly burst out into a strange laugh, "I'm still not ashamed to say that history can be written better, and I'm not afraid to laugh off other people's big teeth." ”

His words were heard by Ding Zhi, who was also an associate editor next to him, Ding Zhi of the Chinese Department. And Ding Zhi is very optimistic about "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" and is one of its main promoters, so when he heard Jiang Junru belittle "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" in a mocking and sarcastic tone, he immediately reluctant.

"This is what I recommend." Ding Zhi said in a deep voice.

"Oh, I guess you recommended it." Jiang Junru replied with a sneer.

"What are you talking about, yin and yang, what about what I recommend, can't you get into your eyes?" Seeing Jiang Junru's unbearable appearance, Ding Zhi stared at Jiang Junru and asked.

"Brother Ding, I know that your original intention is good, but you are not from our history department after all, and you may not know so much about the history of the Ming Dynasty, so it is not surprising that you missed it for a while." Jiang Junru waved his hand and said, "That's why we have to check it from the history department." ”

"Then Brother Jiang, you are a top student in the history department, I heard that it is like a big pen, I don't know what kind of historical masterpiece you have written better than this "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty"?"

Ding Zhi's rhetorical question was a bit nonsense, but it hit Jiang Junru's key point all of a sudden.

Because Jiang Junru is quite famous in the history department, known as the history bookcase of the Ming Dynasty, everyone in the history department knows him as a great talent, and even students from other departments have heard of him, and he is quite complacent about it.

But after all, he is only a senior student, and pregnancy is like being pregnant, not that she can give birth when she is pregnant, it takes a lot of time to accumulate. It takes ten months to conceive a baby, and it may take years, tens, or even decades to conceive.

Jiang Junru had read Mr. Lu Xun's "Miscarriage and Seed Breaking", so he felt that the accumulation was not enough, and he didn't want to write something suspected of miscarriage. That is, he does not currently have any official writings.

Unexpectedly, Ding Zhi's words forced him into a corner, especially the two of them were not the only ones in the editing room, which made him feel a little embarrassed, and he said a word in annoyance; "In this vernacular, something like an elementary school student's essay also wants to be published in the college magazine? Let's read a few more history books before we come.

"Which one do you say is something?"

"Just this "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty", how about it, dare to submit it here, can't let people say it?"

"Do you have a kind of say it again?"

"What's the matter, you want to hit someone?"

"It's you who hit it."

Young people's blood and strength are strong, especially Ding Zhi's house, although he is from the Chinese department, he is born with a sports specialty or a big and three thick body throwing shot put, and his personality and physique are hot, not to mention that Jiang Junru said a word that is not flat, so Ding Zhi exploded.

With a snap, Ding Zhi was thunderous and left a black circle on Jiang Junru's left eye with a punch.

Jiang Junru is a Sven who firmly believes that "the truth is more and more clear", thinking that literati are light, at most they will fight with their mouths, where did they expect that although Ding Zhi is from the Chinese department, he is a body lì lineage, and there are many muscles in his body and many muscles in his brain.

was suddenly hit, and a black punch was hit in the eye socket, he screamed in pain, and while bursting into tears, he covered his eyes and subconsciously squatted down.

This squatting is wrong, because across a desk, Ding Zhi needs to bypass the desk if he wants to do it again.

And in this way, the rest of the editorial room rushed up and grabbed him, preventing the continuation of the battle.

"Don't fight, if you have something to say, how can you fight, if the professor sees it, it will be bad if you are kicked out of the editing room." Someone persuaded.

"What did the professor see?" Unexpectedly, this person gave birth to a crow's mouth, saying that Cao Cao Cao was there, and the voice of Professor Wang Limin, the editor-in-chief of the journal of New Asia College, a young old man with a clear appearance, immediately sounded outside the door.

He walked into the editorial room and saw that his two deputy editors-in-chief were divided into two camps, and they were fighting-for-tat, but they were not annoyed, they still had that kind look, and asked in a curious tone: "What's the big deal, it's worth fighting?" ”

Jiang Junru claimed to be a victim and thought that the truth was in his hands, so he naturally took the lead to vent his bitterness and tell the matter again. Of course, "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" could not escape being devalued as worthless.

But the old professor was not a partial listener, he pondered for a few seconds, and said: "I recruited you two to help, and you have cooperated a lot, you should know each other to the bottom of it, with Ding Zhi's level, the articles he recommends are not just at the level of primary school students, right?" ”

"This?" The authority of the old professor is like a mountain, although Jiang Junru thinks very highly of himself, but he has not yet reached the point where there is no one in his eyes, and he said in his heart, could it be that I am really too extreme?

"Okay, let me also see what is going on in this "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty". As he spoke, the old professor took out a pair of reading glasses from his pocket, picked up the stack of manuscripts, and sat down in a chair.

"Let's start with a file", the old professor smiled and said, "I have some ideas." ”

"Yes, this article is very novel and unique," Ding Zhi heard the old professor's appreciation, and hurriedly echoed ......a few sentences.

"Don't talk too much, wait until I'm done."

The old professor spoke, and the editorial room was immediately silent.

Half an hour later, he put down his manuscript and took off his reading glasses.

"Professor, what's going on, okay?" Ding Zhi couldn't wait to ask.

"The author's intentions are good." The old professor nodded and said.

"Can that be published in the journal?" Ding Zhi was very happy.

"It's a bit of fried cold rice." Unexpectedly, the old professor immediately depreciated another sentence, implying that this article was just repeating the history that had already been written, with no new ideas and no special academic value.

"That is, it is better to read this article than to read "History of the Ming Dynasty" and publish this article, it is better to publish "Cambridge History of the Ming Dynasty of China". Jiang Junru looked quite prescient.

"But as we all know, most students outside the history department don't like to read history books very much, and the interest of this article is still good, and the burden is very good, I believe many students will like it. It wouldn't hurt to publish it so that everyone could learn a little bit more about the history. The old professor said earnestly, "Maybe there are still some omissions in the article, but I also believe that everyone has the ability to judge what is right and wrong, and will not be misled." ”

After he finished speaking, as if he remembered something, he asked again, "Who is the author here, so that the old man can also know him?" ”

"She's not here, I checked, it's a girl named Lin Jing in the first year of the College of Liberal Arts." Ding Zhi replied excitedly.

"Freshman, it's good, it's good." When the old professor spoke, his face was quite relieved.

"So it's decided?" Ding Zhi said, his eyes aimed at Jiang Junru.

"Since the professor said yes, let's go on board." Jiang Junru was still a little unconvinced.

"Junru, the sky of history is very big!" After speaking, the old professor patted Jiang Junru on the shoulder, and then slowly paced away, leaving Jiang Junru who stayed in place with a guilty face.