Because I had to talk about the submission with the big writers on Monday, Qi Jie made an exception on this day and took a day off.

There was a small episode that surprised her.

That is, Xiaoya did not sneer at her, but took the job of delivering food.

Speaking of which, it is the first time in Qi Jie's life that she has come into contact with such a high-grade thing, alas!

So she specially changed into her latest clothes, and when she walked on the road, Qi Jie would even have strange thoughts about whether she would become a great writer in the future.

Along the way, the great writer seemed more nervous than her, repeatedly imparting various so-called experiences.

In fact, these are just what he found on the Internet overnight.

Daxiang Publishing House is located on the 17th floor of Jin Mao Building, and after going upstairs, many people greeted the great writer familiarly, and it can be seen that he is very popular in the publishing house.

"Xiaojie, go in for a while, don't talk first, everything has me!"

The great writer patted his chest and said in a low voice: "It's my alumni who are reviewing, it's definitely no problem!" ”

Qi Jie nodded.

In fact, with Master Jin Yong's novel, as long as you are not blind, you can see the value contained in it.

But she won't save the face of the big writer.

After waiting for a while, someone notified Qi Jie to enter the office.

The big writer gave her a "reassured" look, and suddenly, Qi Jie saw a person coming out of the office.

"It's so familiar."

She seemed to have seen it somewhere, but she couldn't remember it for a moment.

I want to come to deliver food and meet all kinds of people, and I have seen a lot of people who are short and fat.

When he entered the office, the big writer first greeted the other party for a while, but the other party behaved very coldly.

"You're Qi Jie? I heard that you are still a student, but you have already taken a leave of absence, oh, I forgot to introduce myself, I am a review editor of Daxiang Publishing House, you can call me Qian Editor. ”

The man sitting behind the table was dressed in a suit and gold wire glasses, and looked very capable.

"Hello, Qian Bian." Qi Jie nodded neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"I've seen your manuscript, and I'm here to see the official manuscript, did you bring it?"

"Here, here."

The other party took the stack of manuscripts handed over by the great writer.

A 10W word manuscript is required for formal review, and it took Qi Jie more than a week to stay up late to rush out.

These 100,000 words are less than one-tenth of the number of words in the book [Smiling Proud Jianghu], so Qi Jie really needs a computer.

"The writing is a little immature, and the writing is not very smooth, so it's generally okay."

Qi Jie couldn't help frowning slightly when she saw that the manuscript she had worked so hard to write was still on the table after just looking at it for a while.

"Brother Qian, have you read it carefully, this is very well written." The great writer couldn't help but speak.

"Did I let you speak!"

Qian Ming turned his head, pointed at the nose of the great writer and scolded: "Do you know that this is the office?" You beg me to do something, and I'll do it for you, then you take care of your mouth, and shut your mouth when you shouldn't speak! ”

Kala-

Qi Jie stood up suddenly, the chair behind him rubbing against the floor.

"Editor Qian, it doesn't matter if my manuscript can participate in the event, if you think it's not appropriate, then today's matter will be forgotten."

"Xiaojie!"

The great writer tugged at her clothes, but Qi Jie was unmoved.

If the great writer who helped her endure the bird's anger of the editor because of this incident, then she would rather take the path of letter casting.

"Not suitable? is not qualified at all! ”

Qian Ming picked up the manuscript on the table, and he shook it in his hand.

"At the level of this kind of elementary school student, Daxiang Publishing House grabbed a lot of it, and gave me a personality?"

"Then please give me back the manuscript."

Qi Jie stretched out her hand, and her shoulder-length hair was as clear as the expression on her face.

Qian Ming shrank his hand, and his eyes behind his glasses rolled.

"There is a submission procedure for submission, I can't break the rules, and the publisher will return your manuscript to you at that time, but not now."

Qi Jie turned his head to look at the big writer on the side, but the latter obviously felt embarrassed in front of her, and didn't even dare to look at her.

"If it's okay, the door is over there, go out by yourself."

Qi Jie groaned for a while, and then pulled the big writer away.

What's the use of saying more, with an official face, at most it just embarrasses the big writers.

Out of the office, Qi Jie didn't say a word, things were obviously different from what she thought.

"I'm sorry, Qi Jie, I didn't know it would be like this."

After a long time, the great writer apologized to her with guilt.

"It's okay, don't take it personally." Qi Jie waved his hand freely and generously.

"Something must be wrong."

The great writer muttered, and Qi Jie thought so too, but neither of them could figure out what the problem was.

"It's already like this, and you won't get anything out of submitting a letter again, in fact...... In fact, if you don't mind, you can go to the website to see the essay. ”

The great writer lacks confidence.

"There's also such an event online?"

"Well, but that kind of writer generally doesn't participate, because the essays on the Internet can't get on the stage."

"As long as you can get the bonus, I'm not a big writer, you don't have to care about fame." Qi Jie showed two rows of white teeth.

"But just in case, it's better to be prepared."

The great writer remembered the consistent style of Daxiang Publishing House, and Tang Wen felt that it was necessary to take precautions.

The two discussed it for a while and felt that at least they couldn't let plagiarism happen.

Daxiang Publishing House, inside the office.

Qian Ming was holding a cigarette, and across from him sat a short man, who was the person Qi Jie had seen earlier.

"I said pen and ink Chunqiu, you let me do so many things, just for a little girl to scribble things, as for it?"

"Brother Qian, you don't understand."

Pen and Mo Chunqiu looked up from the manuscript.

"If I hadn't gotten this manuscript from Brother Qian, I really wouldn't believe that this novel could have been written by a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

"Is it as powerful as you say?"

"I pretend to be in front of outsiders, do I still need to dress in front of you, Brother Qian?"

Qian Ming paid attention to it at this time, and he nodded.

This Mo Chunqiu has the ability, but it has been tepid, and the reason why it became popular all of a sudden this time is that he took the original manuscript materials from another author, which made the pen and ink Chunqiu famous in one fell swoop.

"It's a pity, why is there no outline, if there is, I dare to guarantee that this is definitely the masterpiece of my life!" In addition to the praise of the pen and ink, I can't help but have some regrets.

"Okay, what kind of outline is not outlined, you writers have a lot of things, this is not 100,000 words, you can think about it yourself."

"Hehe, don't worry, I won't forget Brother Qian's kindness for your recreation."

Bimo Chunqiu turned on the computer and just planned to register the right to use the title of "Smiling Proud Jianghu" on the literary network, but found that it had already been registered.

He searched, and his face suddenly turned black to the bottom of a pot.

The other party was only a few minutes ahead of him!